Chapter 75 Musky Medicinal Smell Do you need me to warm your bed?
Under the soft light, Luo Shu looked at him with a sullen look, her gaze now indistinct from anger or disdain. Her tone was sharp, a kind of almsgiving that seemed to be asking for what she deserved. "Fang Qingzhuo, why didn't I realize you had this hobby before? You like getting slapped. You like the feeling, right? Well, I'll give you the pleasure you deserve."
The word "Shuang" was cursed in an intriguing way, without any harshness in its tone. However, when it entered Fang Qingzhuo's ears, it instead made him feel uneasy and restless.
His mind was wandering, and out of the corner of his eye he slapped him again.
With past experience, Fang Qingzhuo anticipated this time and effortlessly intercepted her wrist in mid-air, and actively put his cheek into her palm. It was as if he knew that he was quite pretty, and he made full use of his good looks. He acted with affection in his eyes and relied on his handsomeness to commit the crime.
"You can fight, but before you do, I'll give you two options. First, send a message to that Shen guy and tell him he has no chance and let him give up on that idea."
Luo Shu's disgusted expression instantly escalated into contempt. He was a criminal and yet he dared to put forward conditions. He was becoming more and more hopeless. She should not have opened this door today. It was just like the old saying that it is easier to invite a god than to send him away.
Pulling her arm back with all her might, she glared at him coldly, "Alright, before I tell him, I'll mercifully tell you to give up on this idea."
"Don't be so quick to refuse." Fang Qingzhuo's heart was further shaken by the glare, and he almost wagged his tail to beg for mercy. He spoke earnestly, "There is a second choice. Come over and kiss me now, and I will not make a fuss. I will do whatever you want. You tell me to go east and I will never go west."
Absurd, always self-righteous, why should she listen to his choice between the two? Luo Shu could no longer stay in the same room with him. She couldn't be invited to leave or driven away, so she would just leave. She started to move back to the bedroom to hide away, but a pair of strong arms were even faster, supporting her on both sides of her body and trapping her in front of the cabinet. Luo Shu tilted her brow and cursed: "Fang Qingzhuo, are you so free that you stay in someone else's house and act like a hooligan in the middle of the night? Don't you have to go to work tomorrow? Are you financially free... um..."
All subsequent words melted away in the lingering kiss. Fang Qingzhuo held her steady with one hand on her waist and the other on the back of her neck, answering his question with his actions. Luo Shu couldn't move, forced to look him in the face, his half-open eyes, and then, forced to lift her chin and kiss him silently.
"I gave you a choice. If you don't choose, then follow my pace."
Luo Shu frowned and resisted subconsciously. She squeezed her hands between her breasts and tried to push him away but she couldn't exert any strength. All she could feel was the man's heavy breathing and intertwined swallowing sounds. She was so angry that she slapped Fang Qingzhuo randomly. The slightly open collar of Fang Qingzhuo's shirt had lost its original appearance and due value after this battle. Her nails scratched across the skin, but he didn't move at all, as if he didn't feel any pain. Instead, he became more familiar and more forceful, sticking to Luo Shu's unspeakably soft body to speed up his invasion.
Unable to breathe, the survival instinct in her brain drove Luo Shu to turn her head desperately. Unable to kiss her lips, Fang Qingzhuo simply moved to the empty neck. His nose roamed around her neck, sniffing and pecking. Not satisfied, he bit her as revenge. He didn't use much force, but he didn't intend to let her go, as if it was a small punishment for her accepting other men.
"When Shen Qianshu wanted to kiss you, you just stayed still, but when it came to me, you stubbornly resisted. Luo Shu, I won't treat you differently like this."
At the same time, the hand on the waist was not idle either, picking it up and going straight up to the sky...
He was teasing her on purpose, and Luo Shu almost couldn't resist and threw down her armor. Her face flushed and she trembled twice, her scalp tingled. Although she blocked his chest with both palms, the effect was minimal. On the contrary, every insignificant struggle of hers resulted in a tighter grip from him.
"Does he know you have a mole here? A red one."
The more she gritted her teeth and kept silent, the more deliberately and maliciously he acted. But the tone that came out of his mouth was a completely different kind of gentleness. "Speak, baby."
It was icy cold, especially in today's climate, which was simply too comfortable. Amidst countless self-defeating confessions, he suddenly realized a profound problem: they had never experienced each other in the hot summer.
Reason and emotion go hand in hand, deep-seated desires burst out, and the air is filled with out-of-control.
Fang Qingzhuo's body temperature was frighteningly hot, and his breathing was even more disordered. He buried his face in Luo Shu's neck and didn't move. Luo Shu's entire lower back was pressed against the corner of the chest of drawers. She vaguely felt something wet spreading across her collarbone. It was his sweat. At this time, the old injury from the morning recurred, and her old waist felt as if it was broken.
Facing the confusion of Shen Qianshu's confession, Fang Qingzhuo's inability to distinguish between love and hatred, and the fear of being pried open, all kinds of emotions evaporated at this moment. His voice was filled with tears and he was overwhelmed: "Fang Qingzhuo, you bastard."
Hearing this, Fang Qingzhuo slowly raised his dark, restrained eyes. The moment his eyes met hers, the mist in them faded away. "I don't even dare to move. Why are you crying?"
"You bastard." Her eyes were filled with tears, and as she spoke, her eyeballs fell one after another. "You are not human."
Fang Qingzhuo panicked upon seeing this: "I didn't mean to force you. I didn't even dare to stick out my tongue."
Enduring the dull pain from her lumbar muscle strain, Luo Shu angrily turned away from her, "You're changing the subject."
"Okay, it's my fault." Fang Qingzhuo hurriedly wiped her tears and helped her tidy up her hair. "It's all my fault. Next time I won't do anything without your permission. Stop crying, okay?"
Luo Shu refused and kept crying out in pain.
"Where does it hurt?" he whispered softly, "Did I hurt you?"
"My back hurts."
Fang Qingzhuo was shocked and full of questions. Could it be that he accidentally hurt her because of his itchy hands? But his memory told him that it wasn't the case. In a flash, he finally remembered something: she had taken a sick leave today.
For a moment, regret filled his heart, and Fang Qingzhuo blamed everything on Shen Qianshu who was thousands of miles away. It was Shen's unreasonable and unreasonable behavior that made him forget the original purpose of this trip. He carefully picked up the crying Luo Shu and carried her sideways. Luo Shu was so busy sobbing that she forgot to refuse, and let Fang Qingzhuo carry her into the bedroom and gently put her on the bed.
"Lie down, I'll show you."
"You're not a doctor, I won't let you see me." Luo Shu lay flat on the bed, getting angry at him capriciously.
Fang Qingzhuo stood by the bed, gazing down at her from above. His collar was half-undone, revealing most of his thin collarbone. He didn't show any annoyance at Luo Shu's scolding and beating, but spoke in a low voice, "Be obedient."
The two words that left no room for argument were like a shot of tranquilizer. Luo Shu was silent for a moment, and unconsciously pouted her lips to examine him. His plain white slim shirt was wrinkled by her during the struggle, and there were also masterpieces left by her on his neck, two or three nail scratches of varying depths. Compared with the ambiguous things on his body, his face now was pure and innocent, and could even be described as pure and indifferent. If it weren't for the wound on his lips that she had bitten, then the vivid scene that just happened must have been her illusion.
With the hope of not wanting to admit her mistake, Luo Shu turned her back.
Fang Qingzhuo noticed her special attention and couldn't help but tease, "It's not like you haven't seen and touched it before. Now you're pretending to be aloof?"
The apparently serious tone revealed something unserious, just like they hadn't done the final step, but it seemed like they had done everything.
Suddenly, Luo Shu was hit in the heart and yelled at him: "Get out, this is my room, I want you to get out."
I don’t know if it was because of compromise or because he was frustrated, but Fang Qingzhuozhen turned around and strode out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him, but he failed to close it successfully.
People are always sentimental when they are vulnerable, and Luo Shu is no exception.
Looking at the empty scene that was bounced back by the door, it was as if Fang Qingzhuo had never been there. His nose felt sore and the sadness that had stopped showed signs of coming back.
She curled up into a ball, letting the inexplicable sadness dominate her thoughts and actions. She closed her eyes, and the tears that were ready to burst out silently fell on the pillow.
Damn Fang Qingzhuo, damn Fang Qingzhuo, she used to coax him when he lost his temper, but now it’s her turn, she can’t even lose her temper, and he really leaves if she asks him to.
The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. The more aggrieved she felt, the more she wanted to cry. A steady stream of liquid flowed out from the corners of her eyes, some of it flowing into the pillow and some flowing into her ears, making her feel itchy. Luo Shu was halfway through wiping her tears with her fingers when she heard a worried sigh in the air: "Why are you crying again?"
She suddenly opened her wet eyes. Fang Qingzhuo brought a basin of water with a frown on his face. He sat on the edge of the bed and carefully wiped her face, tears, and neck with a washed warm towel.
This warm scene makes me feel like I’m back to when we were in love.
"Didn't you leave?" she blurted out.
With the sound of splashing water, Fang Qingzhuo washed the towel again and wrung out the moisture. "Who am I, Fang Qingzhuo? I'm like an indestructible cockroach in front of you, Luo Shu. How can I be driven away so easily by a few words? Besides, who will take care of you if I'm gone?"
As he lifted the corner of her clothes to apply a hot compress, he saw the crooked plaster with the edges curled up. His expression suddenly became serious, "No, we should go straight to the hospital."
Before he could replace the pain on his face, he said without thinking, "Who put this on you, was it Shen Qianshu?"
Luo Shu's temper, which had been suppressed with great difficulty, rose again at this thoughtless and unreserved tone. She suddenly raised her voice with a heavy nasal voice: "I'm not going to the hospital, I'm not going to the hospital. And why do you always keep pestering him? If you can't tolerate others, then include me too. I applied the medicine myself. Are you satisfied?"
She had to swallow the consequences of her own actions. Fang Qingzhuo also realized that he was a little unwise. He reached out and stroked her hair to comfort her: "I was wrong. I just spoke without thinking. Don't take it to heart."
Luo Shu refused to let him touch her at all. She twisted her body with difficulty and turned over, facing him with her back: "I'm always wrong, I'm always wrong. You think I'm easy to fool, right?"
"I really didn't fool you." Fang Qingzhuo clenched his hands, which had been caught empty-handed, and then tightened and loosened them again. "I know why you're so angry with me. Even if you're dissatisfied with someone, you shouldn't criticize them for their life experience, which they have no control over. I understand how that feels..."
Or the feeling of having it revealed by your closest brother who you grew up with.
Luo Shu scoffed, "Since you knew it, you still chose to do it again and again. This is called knowingly committing a crime, and the nature is even worse."
Whenever Shen Qianshu was mentioned, the two of them would be filled with smoke and fire. Fang Qingzhuo tactfully avoided the topic. Regardless of whether she agreed or not, he pressed her lower back and rubbed the bone in her lower lumbar spine: "It only hurts here, what about the other parts?"
As he pressed and rubbed her, Luo Shu hummed twice in comfort, forgetting for a moment that she was still upset: "That's it."
Fang Qingzhuo peeled off the plaster bit by bit from the edge, "Do you have any more pain-relieving ointment? If you do, I'll put on a new one. If not, I'll go downstairs and buy some for you."
The bag of medicine that Shen Qianshu bought was hanging on the shelf in the entrance hall, but Luo Shu still pointed to the drawer of the bedside table and then buried her face in the pillow.
Fang Qingzhuo opened the drawer as instructed, and found a dazzling array of bottles and boxes of medicine.
The next few minutes seemed to stand still, without any movement, so long that Luo Shu, who was lying on the bed, suspected that someone had disappeared again, and she peeked with half an eye. Fang Qingzhuo was still sitting on the edge of the bed, his back bent into an arc, his fingers hooked on the drawer handle, his whole body seemed to be frozen, but not motionless, his eyelashes were trembling, and he couldn't stop trembling.
Luo Shu instantly understood what was going on and immediately called out his name loudly: "Fang Qingzhuo."
"Are you going to change the medicine?" The voice softened noticeably in the second half of the sentence, sounding somewhat lacking in confidence.
Fang Qingzhuo's stagnant thoughts came back to life, he pursed his lips, and used his slender, pleasing fingers to specially pick out a pack of musk pain-relieving ointment. He carefully read the usage and dosage, and after memorizing it by heart, he rubbed the affected area according to the instructions, then tore off two pieces in one go, pressed them together and ironed them flat, and finally massaged it properly to relieve the pain.
He smelled the strong musky medicinal scent, and finally the annoying perfume smell was gone, but he just couldn't laugh.
Luo Shu felt relaxed and happy during the whole process. Fang Qingzhuo's technique was not very professional, but it was very warm, like spring raindrops gently tapping on the waist and being in the gentle spring breeze.
During this time, Fang Qingzhuo volunteered: "Are you hungry? I'll make you a bowl of noodles. I see you have noodles in the refrigerator."
What Luo Shu actually wanted to say was, "You still have this skill?" But when the words came to her lips, they turned into: "I'm tired and want to sleep."
Unexpectedly, the guy was so arrogant: "Then I'll coax you to sleep."
"Fang Qingzhuo." She frowned and scolded, "Am I a three-year-old child who needs someone to coax me to sleep?"
"Do you need me to warm your bed?"
Before she finished speaking, Luo Shu grabbed SpongeBob SquarePants on the bedside and threw it over. She didn't know whether it hit the target or not. She only heard the sound of the lights going out, the door being locked, and Duan's annoying words.
"I'll sleep in the living room tonight. Call me if you need anything."
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