Chapter 130 Yun Zheng, you deserve it!
Fu Linghe held Yun Zheng steadily and walked out of the manor.
The cool night wind blew across his stern face, but it could not blow away the coldness in his eyes.
His arms tightly embraced Yun Zheng, giving her a sense of security.
Yun Zheng leaned on his chest and could clearly feel his strong heartbeat, but she could also sense his suppressed low mood.
She raised her head slightly, her eyes just falling on Fu Linghe's tense jawline, and called softly, "Fu Linghe..."
Fu Linghe looked down at her, his expression indifferent, and his voice much lower than usual, "Yeah."
He didn't say much, but just quickened his pace, walked to the front of the car, gently put Yun Zheng in the passenger seat, and carefully fastened her seat belt.
His movements were still gentle, but he said almost no extra words throughout the whole process, and even his eyes seemed a little cold.
Yun Zheng looked at him, feeling a little uneasy.
She knew that Fu Linghe must be angry, and very angry.
She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately closed it, just silently watching him walk around to the driver's seat, get in the car, and start the engine.
The car slowly drove away from the manor. There was silence inside the car except for the low roar of the engine.
Fu Linghe looked straight ahead, his hands gripping the steering wheel slightly with force, his knuckles turning white.
His profile looked exceptionally cold and hard under the light of the street lamp, and he exuded a suffocating low pressure.
Yun Zheng glanced at him secretly, feeling a little uneasy.
She gently stretched out her hand, wanting to hold his hand, but stopped in mid-air.
She bit her lip, and finally withdrew her hand, whispering, "Fu Linghe, are you... angry?"
Fu Linghe did not answer immediately. He was silent for a moment before he said lightly, "No."
His voice was still low and no emotion could be heard, but Yun Zheng could feel his suppressed anger.
She didn't say anything else, just sat quietly with her head down.
Zhou Yushen's manor was originally located on the outskirts of the city, so it was already early morning when they returned to Tanxi Garden.
Yun Zheng's nerves had been tense until Fu Linghe came and she finally relaxed.
After finally getting in the car, Fu Linghe was sulking again and didn't talk to her, so she naturally fell asleep.
Fu Linghe parked the car and saw Yun Zheng fast asleep in the passenger seat. He cursed her inwardly as "a heartless little thing" before unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car.
He walked around to the passenger side, bent down, carried her out of the passenger seat, and returned to the room.
The temperature difference between inside and outside the car was quite large. Although Yun Zheng was wrapped tightly in Fu Linghe's coat, she still shrank her neck because of the cold.
Fu Linghe hugged her tighter and his feet moved faster.
The light in the room was soft, shining on Yun Zheng's fair face, making her look particularly peaceful.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she seemed to be sleeping uneasy.
Fu Linghe gently placed her on the bed, his movements extremely gentle, for fear of waking her up.
He squatted down, gently stroked her cheek with his slender fingers, and pushed the loose hair on her forehead behind her ears, his eyes full of helplessness.
Yun Zheng seemed to feel his touch, moved slightly, and murmured vaguely, "Fu Linghe..."
Fu Linghe paused, snorting unhappily, "Why are you calling me? Why not Zhou Yushen?"
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He stood up and looked down at the person sleeping on the bed.
Fu Linghe's eyes fell on the slightly messy dress she was wearing, and his brows furrowed slightly.
He originally wanted to take her back to her room and leave her alone, but when he saw her sleeping in her dress, he still felt a little distressed.
Fu Linghe's eyes darkened and his Adam's apple rolled slightly.
He took a deep breath, suppressed the emotions surging in his heart, reached out and gently held her and turned her over, and helped her take off her dress with extremely careful movements.
His fingertips inevitably touched her skin, and the warm and delicate touch made his breath stop.
Yun Zheng seemed to sense his movements and opened her eyes slightly, her eyes a little hazy. "Fu Linghe...what are you doing?"
Fu Linghe paused, his voice low and hoarse, "I'll help you change your clothes. It's uncomfortable to sleep like this."
Yun Zheng's consciousness was still a little fuzzy. She just said "hmm" softly, then closed her eyes again and let him continue.
Fu Linghe's fingertips trembled slightly as he continued to help her take off her dress.
His movements were extremely gentle, as if he was handling a fragile treasure.
As the dress slipped off, Yun Zheng's fair skin gradually appeared, and Fu Linghe's breathing became heavier.
His eyes fell on her fair, slender wrist, where there was a faint red mark, obviously left from being tied up before.
Fu Linghe's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the anger in his heart surged again, but he quickly suppressed it.
He reached out and gently stroked the red mark, his voice low and gentle, "Does it hurt?"
Yun Zheng shook her head dazedly, her voice soft and sticky, "It doesn't hurt..."
Fu Linghe's fingertips exerted a little force, and he held her in his arms. He lowered his head and kissed the top of her head, his voice hoarse, "I'm sorry, I didn't protect you well."
Yun Zheng leaned on his chest, feeling his strong heartbeat, and felt at ease.
The night deepened outside the car window. The lights of the distant city were still bright, but they seemed isolated in another world.
She rubbed her head against his chest in a daze, like a lazy little kitten.
Fu Linghe lowered his eyes to look at her, the tenderness in his eyes almost overflowing.
He raised his hand and smoothed her hair, his fingertips filled with indelible tenderness.
Fu Linghe's palm gently stroked her back, as if to comfort her, or as if to confirm her existence.
His kiss deepened, but he stopped in time when he noticed her breathing was unstable.
Yun Zheng felt a little dizzy from his kiss. She gently pushed his chest and said in a soft voice, "Fu Linghe... I'm a little breathless..."
His eyes were deep and burning, and his voice was hoarse, "Yun Zheng, you deserve it! Sometimes I really want to kill you."
Yun Zheng was already half asleep and half awake, and now she was dizzy from Fu Linghe's kiss. She could only hear a buzzing sound in her ears and could not hear what he said at all.
Fu Linghe looked down at her in his arms, and his heart softened.
He kissed her forehead gently, held her in his arms, and said in a low voice, "Go to sleep, and we'll settle the score when you wake up!"
Yun Zheng leaned in his arms, feeling his warm embrace, and felt at ease.
She gently closed her eyes and soon fell into a deep sleep again!
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