He looked like he was in great pain, as if all the injuries on my body were on him.
However, if it were him who had this injury, he wouldn't even blink an eye.
Fu Yanshen finally came to his senses, and after taking a deep breath, he seemed to be able to suppress the heartache.
He looked at me, his fingers suddenly pinching my cheek and tugging at it slightly. "Your mind is full of dirty thoughts. I think you're the one having impure thoughts about me! You started flirting with me back in London..."
The man's eyes, seemingly smiling yet not smiling, were overflowing with doting affection.
As he spoke, his gaze drifted into the distance, as if he were lost in a distant yet sweet memory.
My heart skipped a beat, and I glared at him instantly. "Who cares about you? It's like I'm lacking a man."
Fu Yanshen's face suddenly darkened, his thin lips pressed into a thin line, "Sheng Qiaoqiao, you—"
I raised an eyebrow, looking displeased. "What?"
What a scoundrel! What right does he have to give me the cold shoulder and stop me from seeing other men?
Fu Yanshen circled behind me, wrapped his strong arm around my waist, and buried his face in my neck. "I don't dare to do anything, I just want President Qiao's exclusive favor!"
I:"……"
For someone as domineering and powerful as him to utter such humble words, he must have been certain that he was the only man among us.
That's really dog-like.
I raised my hand to push his dog head away from my neck, but his hot breath sprayed onto my neck and shoulders, making my legs weak and my hands powerless.
"Fu Yanshen... let go." I remained rational.
Instead of letting go, he hugged me even tighter, burying his face deeper and deeply inhaling the breath from my neck.
"Qiaoqiao, don't take any more risks in the future," he said softly, his tone tinged with pleading.
I:"……"
Suddenly, I remembered the last time we met more than two years ago. He told me that when we were in London, he wished I would be killed by those thugs. The words still echoed in my ears.
Although I knew long ago that those were all insincere words, thinking about them still felt like a fishbone stuck in my throat.
Just as I was about to break free from him, Fu Yanshen released me in time.
I didn't ask him to continue rinsing me; I simply used a towel to wipe the broken skin, avoiding the affected areas.
...
After I lay down on the hospital bed, Fu Yanshen came in from outside, holding my phone in his hand.
"I found it in a crevice in the rocks, I don't know if it can still be turned on," he said as he walked towards me.
"It's open."
As soon as the words left his mouth, his face turned ashen, veins bulged on his forehead, and his brows furrowed, showing his uncontrollable rage.
What's going on?
What did he see?
Fu Yanshen placed his phone on the bedside table and then walked to the French windows.
I miss you so much I'm going crazy, I miss that red mole under your arm, I want to be completely intertwined with you...
I had just taken the phone when a suggestive and explicit text message appeared on the screen.
It was another message from an unknown number.
I gasped, quickly deleted the text message, and blocked the number.
For the past two years, I have been receiving this harassing text message every now and then. I had someone check it, and the number is a virtual number from overseas, so it cannot be tracked.
I suddenly remembered that he had even mentioned the red mole under my armpit!
I couldn't help but clench my hands.
Does this person know me? How did they know I have a red mole under my armpit?
The more I thought about it, the more my head ached, so I simply stopped thinking about it and opened WeChat to reply to some messages.
A moment later, I was drawn to the sound of a lot of bedding shaking.
Fu Yanshen was holding a thin blanket and shaking it vigorously and incessantly. The sound was loud and the fibers were pungent. He shook it five, six, seven or eight times, but he still wouldn't stop.
I could tell he was angry.
baffling.
I suddenly remembered that he got angry after seeing that text message.
You scoundrel, do you suspect me of having an affair with another man?
He's not even anyone to me, what right does he have to be jealous and angry?
I couldn't be bothered with him.
He was sensible enough to know to sleep on the sofa.
...
Guess who I am?
In the boundless darkness, a sinister male voice rang in my ears, and a chill ran down my spine.
Who are you? Why are you locking me up?
I wanted to ask him a question, but I couldn't make a sound.
"Fu Yanshen... save me!"
"How shameless! He doesn't want you anymore!"
"You still dare to have his child!"
The man said angrily, his hand caressing my body, like a venomous snake slowly crawling over me, and I was so frightened that I dared not breathe.
"Qiaoqiao, wake up, you're having a nightmare!" The deep male voice grew clearer and clearer.
Through my hazy vision, Fu Yanshen's face grew larger and larger in front of me, and my body was tightly embraced, enveloped by his familiar scent.
I turned my head and buried my face in his hard chest, my heart still pounding wildly.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Fu Yanshen gently patted my back, soothing me softly.
My nose tingled, my eyes welled up with tears, and I gripped his shirt tightly with one hand.
The scene in this nightmare is from a past life...
I often dream about it.
This time, the man also mentioned the child.
In my past life, I only found out I was pregnant when I died.
How did he know?
Fu Yanshen pulled me away from his embrace, cupped my face, and gently wiped away the tears on my cheeks with his fingertips. "What did you dream about?"
His eyes were full of concern and tenderness.
My heart felt like it was being ripped open with a knife, and I couldn't speak.
Fu Yanshen frowned even more, his eyes flickering as if he were thinking. After a while, he said, "If you don't want to talk about it, then don't. Don't think about it anymore. It's in the past."
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