“Song Sinan? My idol… Is he already engaged?” Sheng Qiaoqiao looked at him, a hint of sadness flashing in her eyes.
Fu Yanshen clenched his teeth, his lips twisted slightly, and a strong feeling of jealousy surged in his heart.
She forgot him.
However, she still remembers that Song Sinan is her ideal man, and when she thinks of him, she still looks sad because she can't have him.
Fu Yanshen was insanely jealous. His tall frame covered her thinner body, and he pulled the hospital gown down to her shoulders, revealing a dazzlingly white shoulder, sexy and alluring collarbone and collarbone hollow.
He desperately possessed that delicate, white expanse, inhaling her fragrance, nibbling and biting, his hands gripping her slender waist with a force that almost snapped her in two.
Sheng Qiaoqiao winced in pain, her loosely clenched fist weakly pounding his shoulder. Catching a glimpse of his white hair, her eyes welled up with tears, and she said in a tearful voice, "Fu Yanshen, I was wrong. I haven't forgotten you. I was just pretending! I was just teasing you!"
Fu Yanshen froze, then lifted his head from her alluring collarbone, his deep eyes fixed on her.
Sheng Qiaoqiao's eyes were blurry with tears, and she pouted, "I just wanted you to comfort me..."
She thought that by pretending to have amnesia and forget him, he would coax and pamper her, making her remember him. Who knew that she would upset his jealousy and cause him to go crazy.
Fu Yanshen finally came to his senses, his Adam's apple bobbing. He suddenly sat up, pulled the slender woman up, and made her lie on his lap, giving her a light slap on the bottom.
I was stunned for a moment, and then a tingling pain shot through my buttocks. I was both ashamed and angry. "Fu Yanshen, you, you spanked me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he slapped me again, then pulled me up, held me in his arms, cupped my face, and kissed me passionately.
I returned his kiss passionately, still feeling very weak. As soon as the passionate kiss ended, I leaned softly into his arms and almost fainted again.
Fu Yanshen kept his head buried in my neck, inhaling my scent intimately, whispering sweet nothings in my ear.
"I have to coax you... I've said all the nice things, but you still won't wake up... Why aren't you the one coaxing me?" His tone was tinged with resentment.
During the time I was in a coma, he was filled with fear again.
I opened my eyes, cupped his thin face in my hands, and pressed my nose against his. Our breaths collided and mingled, as if two souls were merging.
"Brother Fu, I love you." My heart was pounding, my ears were burning, and as soon as I finished speaking, I kissed him.
The man paused for a moment, then hugged me tightly. His chest was burning hot, as if the blood in his body was boiling intensely. In a casual glance, I noticed that his cheeks were flushed, all the way to his ears.
...
As soon as the kiss ended, panting, Fu Yanshen breathed into my ear, "Why did you suddenly call me Brother Fu?"
This is the first time I've called him that.
"Brother Fu, I'm actually two years younger than you." I leaned against his chest, feigning a girlish coquettishness.
That damned Ms. Dai actually used me, who was over three years old, to impersonate him, who was five years old.
No wonder I always lagged behind my peers in school; I was a year or two younger than most of my classmates.
Meeting Fu Yanshen's questioning gaze, I told him everything I remembered about my background and experiences.
Like me, he felt a mix of emotions. On one hand, he was happy for me because I still had parents alive, and my mother was Ouyang, whom I had known since we first met. On the other hand, he sympathized with my background and was angry that I had such a domineering grandfather who controlled the fate of his descendants.
“On the day of your funeral, your father came secretly and told me privately that you looked a lot like his daughter who died young.”
Fu Yanshen said as he fed me wontons.
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