The man's entire weight pressed down on me, heavy and suffocating.
His strong, hot body pressed against mine tightly through the thin fabric of his clothes, his head buried in my neck, sucking and kissing me passionately and fervently.
I was suffocating under his weight, and all I could hear was his heavy, rapid breathing.
I pushed hard against his hard shoulder with my palm, but it was no use.
He still has a fever!
At this moment, Fu Yanshen was like a raging wild beast, tearing at my trousers with his hands in a chaotic manner. When he couldn't untie them, he became increasingly anxious and impatient, cursing under his breath as he irritably stood up.
I was finally able to catch my breath, and I opened my mouth wide to breathe in some fresh air. I heard a "whoosh" sound and felt a chill in my lower body.
The man let out a low, satisfied sigh.
I opened my mouth wide and let out a muffled groan from deep in my throat... His chest pressed down on me again.
...
The man lay motionless on top of me, his arms tightly wrapped around me. My heart pounded like thunder, and he breathed heavily in my ear.
I also took deep breaths.
I noticed that the anxiety and aggression he had just displayed seemed to have vanished, and he lay on me like a gentle, harmless big cat.
The dimly lit bedroom was so quiet that only our heavy breathing could be heard, colliding and weaving together to create a warm and ambiguous atmosphere.
I gradually got used to it, and couldn't help but raise my hand and stroke his broad back.
He still had a high fever, and his skin was burning hot to the touch.
The crisscrossing scars, rugged and uneven, silently told me about his past hardships.
When I remembered how he had just had a nightmare and cried out for his mother in distress, my nose tingled, and I gently stroked his back with both hands.
He lost his mother when he was very young and ended up in an orphanage. As he grew up, he lived a life of fighting and killing. These scars must be from when he was struggling in society.
But I soon remembered the fact that he had cheated on me with Shi Xia in his past life, betrayed me, and sought revenge on me.
I felt annoyed and contemptuous of myself.
But another voice rose in my heart: the trajectory of this life is different from that of the previous life.
I frowned, my mind reeling.
He suddenly made a move.
I thought he was already asleep.
"Fu Yanshen, don't move, you still have a fever..."
My heart skipped a beat, and I frantically tried to comfort him.
The man's large hand gripped the back of my head, while his other arm tightly encircled my waist, and he kissed me passionately.
The large bed creaked and groaned under the strain...
I gradually succumbed to the vortex of desire.
I don't know how much time passed, but with the last shred of reason, I reminded him of something very important.
He was obedient.
The vintage chandelier cast a dim, ambiguous light. Under the light, a thin layer of sweat appeared on the man's forehead, and his dark eyes, swirling with emotion, burned with intense heat.
He bit open the silver foil packaging with his teeth, his prominent Adam's apple bobbing up and down, wild and sexy.
I couldn't help but swallow.
...
After a thoroughly enjoyable session, Fu Yanshen's fever finally subsided. He was soaked in sweat, held me in his arms, and fell into a deep sleep.
I felt sticky and uncomfortable all over, and I wanted to break free from him to take a shower, but as soon as I moved, he held me even tighter.
"Fu Yanshen, let go of me. I'll go take a shower and be right back."
He didn't say anything, he just hugged me tighter.
"Fu Yanshen, listen to me!" I patted the back of his hand, speaking in a commanding tone.
To my surprise, he actually obeyed and let go of me.
"Good boy!" I said with a smile, ruffling his stiff, short hair like I was petting a big cat.
I was about to kiss him when I froze.
I've also regained consciousness.
I took a shower to wash away the stickiness, wrapped myself in a towel, and took out the longest white shirt from his closet to wear as pajamas.
They kindly prepared a basin of warm water and used a warm towel to wipe away the sweat from his body.
In the past, after we made love, he would always take care of me like this.
After taking his temperature again and finding everything normal, I was exhausted and fell asleep peacefully in his arms.
I slept soundly without any dreams until I woke up naturally.
I woke up to find the bedside empty.
I was startled and sat up, instinctively searching for Fu Yanshen.
A faint smell of tobacco filled the air.
The next moment, I noticed a figure standing by the arched French window.
The man stood motionless like a statue, only the cigarette between his fingers slowly emitting wisps of smoke.
He's smoking again!
I threw off the covers, got out of bed, rushed behind him, grabbed his wrist, forcefully snatched the cigarette from his fingers, and stubbed it out.
"Fu Yanshen, you're courting death again!"
Is this cigarette absolutely necessary?
I scolded him in a bad mood.
The man turned around, lowered his eyelids and glanced at me, his face expressionless, exuding a cold aura.
It's the kind of cold I'm familiar with.
My heart skipped a beat.
"Sheng Qiaoqiao, don't... push your luck."
His tone was cold and laced with warning.
A pair of cold eyes stared straight at me.
It was as if I had been doused with a bucket of cold water, instantly making me incredibly sober.
My heart ached terribly.
I want to slap myself for always being so delusional.
Whether he lives or dies, what does it have to do with me?
He doesn't need my care or attention at all.
I tried my best to keep my composure, stared at him intently, and raised my voice to mock him, "You think I want to care about you? I'm only being watched by my dad, and Shengshi needs you too. Otherwise, I wouldn't even give you a second glance."
After saying that with pride, I turned and left.
This heartless and ruthless scumbag never deserves any sympathy!
I slammed the bathroom door shut, tears streaming down my face uncontrollably, the more I wiped them, the more they flowed.
My mind is filled with the tenderness of last night, and his vulnerable look as he held my hand and begged me not to leave.
They depended on me so much, as if they couldn't live without me.
To hell with the idea that I have to be someone else.
He was completely delirious from the fever.
How could he possibly be so dependent on me?
Even if he and Shi Xia have nothing going on in this life, he will still be heartless towards me.
I even hesitated for a moment last night.
The harm he caused me in my past life is not something I can ignore just because it hasn't happened yet.
I took a deep breath, washed my face, and called my assistant to bring me some clothes.
When I came out of the bathroom, Fu Yanshen had already left.
I changed my clothes and went downstairs. My aunt called me to have breakfast, but I refused to stay and left directly.
I had just stepped out the door when I received a call from my cousin-in-law.
"Qiaoqiao, are you awake yet?"
"I got up early, sister-in-law, is there anything I can help you with?" I asked softly.
"Qiaoqiao, can you come to me now? Your cousin is... I can't explain it clearly, you should come over and we can talk about it." The cousin's wife's voice was filled with excitement.
Hearing the implication in her words, I swayed slightly.
Did my cousin really not commit suicide?
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