As soon as I finished speaking, the man lowered his head, opened his mouth, and ate a spoonful of white porridge.
What a scoundrel.
I smiled with satisfaction.
I hadn't even explained the phone call situation to him, but when I gave him an out, he actually accepted it.
Suddenly, I remembered myself in a past life, and I was just like that. Even if he did something to hurt me, if he gave me a way out, I would accept it.
I dared not show my temper or make a scene, for fear of upsetting him and causing him to ignore me.
Fu Yanshen is probably like that now too.
After he swallowed, I fed him again, and he opened his mouth again. So, spoonful after spoonful, he quickly ate half a bowl of porridge.
I took another hard-boiled egg, peeled it, and fed it to him.
He ate slowly and deliberately, without saying a word, revealing no emotion.
After eating the boiled eggs, I took a basket of small steamed buns filled with black pork and placed them on the small table on the bed.
"You help yourself. I haven't even had dinner yet," I said casually, handing him a pair of chopsticks.
He obediently took the chopsticks and picked up a small steamed bun for himself.
I took off my shoes, got into bed, sat opposite him, and ate my dinner attentively.
After the meal, I cleaned up the leftovers and dishes, poured him water to rinse his mouth, and wiped his hands clean. In just a few days, his fingernails had turned yellow again from the cigarette smoke.
I explained to him what had happened on the phone.
Hearing my words, he remained motionless, like a statue, his deep eyes scrutinizing me with suspicion.
"Don't believe me?" I raised an eyebrow. "Go ahead and continue to torture yourself."
I glanced at him and turned to leave.
Before I could take two steps, Fu Yanshen caught up with me, hugged me from behind, his iron arms holding me captive, and rested his chin on my shoulder.
I believe you.
He spoke softly, his voice trembling slightly, and hugged me tighter, burying his face in my shoulder and taking deep breaths.
It's like a big cat inhaling catnip.
"Fu Yanshen, even if I hadn't answered that phone call, or even if I had said those things, would you still want to ruin yourself like that? Is there any part of your broken body that's still intact?"
I scolded him in a bad mood.
We still don't know how many ribs he broke.
The more I thought about it, the more upset I became. I tried to break free from him, but he turned me around, cupped the back of my head, and kissed me passionately and fiercely.
His kisses were clearly emotional, unlike the calmness of his meals. Sometimes they were irritable and rough, like an outburst, and sometimes they were tender and lingering, like a plea, as if afraid I would run away.
His hot, masculine scent mixed with the rich smell of tobacco made me blush, my heart pound wildly, and my body stumble and fall onto the bed.
Fu Yanshen stood on the edge of the bed, pressing me down, and finally left my lips. His fiery kisses traveled down my chin, bit by bit, inch by inch, gently nibbling at my skin.
Finally, she pressed me down, burying her face in the crook of my neck, "You dog Qiaoqiao...you favor Sheng Beichen, you don't care if I live or die, you even said before that you'd be happier with anyone else than with me, and on the phone you even told me to die...!"
He almost choked on his last words.
You could tell he'd been going through a lot of inner turmoil these past few days.
"Do you know what I've been planning these past few days?" he asked again.
I turned my head and could only see his bright red ears and head. "What?"
"I'm planning to take you to my private island, where it'll just be the two of us. I'll be with you every day. If you don't want to, and you want to run away, I'll take you on a boat to the deep sea, and I'll pull you down with me!"
I was stunned as I listened to his seemingly heartfelt, yet mad and insane words.
He seemed serious.
That madman!
He lifted his head from my neck, his gaze burning into me. "Scared?"
I stared at him closely, trying to assess his mental state.
He cupped my face in his rough palms, his fingertips stroking my cheeks. "Just kidding... you naughty Qiaoqiao, if I really wanted to do that, I wouldn't have done it myself—"
Fu Yanshen stopped halfway through his sentence, and the next moment, he kissed me again.
Tender and affectionate, he used every seductive technique imaginable. His rough hands slipped under the hem of my sweater, sliding down my back and unbuttoning the buttons... This teasing made my heart tremble, and I couldn't help but straighten up, hug his head, and kiss him back.
"Fu...stop fooling around..."
He was about to unbuckle my jeans belt when I grabbed his wrist, panting, my dazed gaze falling on his chest. "You really... have a death wish."
He was weak all over and finished speaking with difficulty. I wanted to see the wound on his chest.
He pressed me down again, burying his head under the hem of my sweater, sucking wildly as he rasped, "No more... I just want to die on you!"
I:"……"
After another round of flirtation, I finally managed to push him away.
"How many ribs were broken?"
He frowned. "What ribs?"
I:"……"
Judging from his reaction, could it be that he hasn't stopped?
Xu Xun lied to me?
"You think Sheng Beichen could break my bones with one kick? You're overestimating him." He seemed to realize something, and a contemptuous smile appeared on his lips.
The implication was that Bei Chen didn't have the ability to break his bones with a single kick.
Hearing his words, I breathed a sigh of relief and rolled my eyes at him.
"Stop struggling. Cooperate with the doctors and nurses, eat on time, I'm going back." I got up, straightened my messy sweater, and completely regained my composure.
Just as I was about to grab my bag, Fu Yanshen blocked my way.
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