Chapter 19 First Time "Look carefully at how I treated you..."
It wasn't until the elevator doors closed automatically that Song Luoyun reacted and quickly pressed the open button.
The man near the corner, his cold hands gripping the keys, looked at him hesitantly.
"Open the door," he said.
She didn't react, but put the key behind her back and gripped it tightly.
He forced a calm demeanor and greeted him politely, "Brother Fu, what brings you here?"
“Isn’t it obvious? That’s why I came to you,” he said.
But to Song Luoyun, these words sounded like: Isn't it obvious? I'm coming to sleep with you.
Their pace slowed as they pondered a solution.
Fu Huaizhi disliked her coy personality, so he grabbed her with his large hand and pulled them both into his arms, encircling her waist and restraining her struggles.
Place your hand on her neck, support her chin, and gently stroke her cheek.
“I thought I had made myself clear. As long as you come to me, I can give you anything you want, but you don’t seem interested.”
"I wasn't unmoved." Now that things had come to this, Song Luoyun could only go along with what he said, "I just wanted to find it and get my things back."
"Take what?" His fingertips gripped her earlobe, his dry four fingers pinching the back of her neck.
Song Luoyun opened her mouth: "Clothes, I need to have a change of clothes."
"Then why don't you open the door?"
"I'll drive, I'll drive."
Fu Huaizhi released her, and she pushed the door open, her hands trembling as she tried to control her intense worry.
The hand squeezed in through the back door, wrapped around her slender waist, and slipped smoothly into the room, closing the door behind her.
Song Luoyun's breathing was already erratic. She was lifted and sat on the table, her hands forced back to support her. The man was very close, turning his head to kiss her.
She opened her mouth, and a soft touch rushed in, almost crushing her.
A soft humming sound floated on the air.
Just as she was about to hug the man, he released her and stared at her lips.
"I quit my job," he said.
Song Luoyun immediately shook her head: "No."
"Go to DY, I'll pay you 20,000 yuan a month, you'll have weekends off, and I won't assign you any work."
"..."
Song Luoyun said, "What does this have to do with me taking your money directly?"
These words seemed to give him a clue, and he thought they made sense.
He then changed his tune: "I'll give you 100,000, you don't need to work."
"..." Song Luoyun couldn't get along with him.
Thinking it wasn't enough, he automatically increased the price: "Twenty."
This time, when Fu Huaizhi kissed her again, she couldn't just stand there like a block of wood. She would try her best to respond to him, even if she was overwhelmed by his passionate advances the next second.
Fu Huaizhi laughed this time: "So it's because you don't have enough money."
...She's not that kind of person.
But Ergen became very popular because of his teasing.
He brushed aside the hair blocking her view. She was naturally beautiful, with delicate skin, thick hair, and sparkling eyes. He stared at her for a long time before finally placing a kiss on her eyelid.
Once one thing is solved, the next thing comes along.
"Do you want to study abroad?" he asked her.
Song Luoyun nodded: "Mm."
"What country?"
"……U.K."
"You got accepted?"
"Not yet, I just applied."
What school do you want to attend?
"..."
Oxford? Cambridge? Edinburgh?
"It's not a matter of whether I want to or not; I'm not sure I can successfully apply," Song Luoyun said rationally.
She applied to several schools, just in case something unexpected happened, so she would still have a backup school.
Of course, it's also possible that none of them will be recorded.
Fu Huaizhi replied, "If you want to go, I'll send you there."
No application is needed, no procedures are required; he can send someone to study there anytime.
Song Luoyun couldn't imagine his approach: participating in a donation? Or communicating directly with the school principal?
Indeed, the Fu family is large and wealthy, so arranging for someone to go to school is not a difficult task.
But she still said, "No need, I still want to rely on myself for academic matters."
For once, Fu Huaizhi appreciated her bottom line.
He pinched her earlobe with admiration, appreciating her perfect features.
Then she said, "So, do you also insist on taking the conventional exam route for schools in China?"
Song Luoyun lowered her eyes: "What do you mean?"
"Do you want to go to school this September?" Fu Huaizhi's Adam's apple bobbed.
“…I can’t access it,” Song Luoyun said.
"If you say you want it, I'll find a way."
Song Luoyun loved Peking University. Everything there was familiar to her, and more importantly, she wanted to continue her research career as Professor Liu Yi's student.
Previously, she didn't have the option of going abroad. Getting into Peking University was already the smoothest thing in her plan. Now she has discovered that the stage abroad is bigger and brighter, and she wants to go out and see it, but she can't have both.
“If you still mean to go to school through special means, then I don’t want to,” she said firmly. “Even if all the schools I apply to reject me, I will choose to take the exam next year and become a graduate student with dignity.”
"But this spot originally belonged to you."
Fu Huaizhi was satisfied with her words, but did not approve of her overly high moral standards.
Song Luoyun remained silent.
She sat on the table with her legs off the ground, and the person holding her was in front of her. They were very close, and all she could smell was his scent, a sweet aroma of wine that actually smelled quite nice.
"Do you want it?" he whispered, as if a sentence was floating in the air, stirring her heart.
Her eyelashes fluttered; she was probably tempted.
Fu Huaizhi narrowed his eyes, moved closer to her, and kissed her from her lips to behind her ear, then down to the back of her neck, sucking on her collarbone.
His breath was hot and moist, so hot that it made her skin break out in a thin layer of goosebumps. She was so itchy that she tried to back away, but he held her tightly and bit her as if she was dissatisfied.
"After tonight, I'll make it all happen for you, okay?" he said in a negotiating tone, but he had already given her no chance to back down.
Her thin top had been pushed up, and her hands deftly unbuttoned the back of her shirt, removing the unpleasant constraints, before she buried her head in it.
"..."
Song Luoyun was thrown backward by the impact, almost lying on the hard table, her whole body in exaggerated discomfort, gently pushing her head.
"Go to bed."
But her voice was too soft, drowned out by the roar of the water. Her breathing became faster and faster, trembling, and she didn't even dare to look down at the scenery.
Hardening my heart, I shouted again, "Brother Fu, no, not here..."
The man, who had been concentrating intently, finally looked up. The furrowed brows indicated his dissatisfaction; he found her troublesome, but he still picked her up horizontally.
Song Luoyun was afraid of this insecurity, so she hugged his neck with both hands.
A cheerful laugh came from beside her ear. She closed her eyes and lowered her head to hide.
The person was quickly thrown onto the bed.
She was supported by a soft cushion. In the gentle light, the man stood, loosened his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, and then his belt.
Before it even started, she nervously gripped the sheets and turned her head away uneasily.
In a daze, Fu Qiaoying's words suddenly flashed through my mind:
"It wasn't them who slept with me, it was me who slept with them."
yes.
She nodded, and they reached an agreement, so she was no longer passive.
Especially in things like this, she can be in control; enjoyment is more important than anything else.
The man had already thrown the belt onto the bed. Song Luoyun sat up, propped herself up with her hands, and backed away to the head of the bed.
Fu Huaizhi straddled her, pushing her clothes up completely, his eyes filled with aggression.
Song Luoyun placed her hands on him, raised her head, and leaned in to kiss him.
Her movements became increasingly hurried, her hands roaming over his body, tracing every curve, caressing a physique she had never seen before.
She didn't know when it started, but her wrist was gripped, leading her downwards, breaking through all obstacles.
Her eyelashes trembled incessantly.
Its unusual size and hardness made her unable to help but open her eyes.
The next second, however, he couldn't control himself and his head tilted back.
Because not only was her hand beside him, but his hand was also there, touching her without him even realizing it.
Fu Huaizhi leaned in and kissed her, his breathing growing heavier and heavier. She couldn't bear it and tried to pull away, but his warm lips touched her neck.
"Why are you with Zemin?" His voice was unsteady, and he took countless deep breaths in his sentence, yet he still insisted on asking her.
"Me." Song Luoyun's fingers tightened unconsciously, but then she heard the man's deep groan.
"We're not together," she said.
"Not together?" Fu Huaizhi bit her hard, punishing her for being dishonest.
"It's true, we're not together. It's not true."
She could clearly feel the increased frequency, and the rough edges of her palms occasionally rubbed against small particles, making her tremble with each touch.
"Why?"
Song Luoyun's hands, resting on the bed, gripped the sheets tightly, her breathing becoming increasingly labored.
"Because I was afraid of you, I thought that this would make you, make you, give up on me."
The body's movements became increasingly pronounced.
She could hardly stand it.
He released her hand, moved it outside, and patted her through the fabric.
She trembled twice.
"Afraid of me?"
His hand pressed down on her leg, which was involuntarily twisting, clearly dissatisfied with the answer.
"Brother Fu." She called out softly, feeling distressed by her unsatisfied state.
"Help me." He lifted her onto his lap, pressed her down with his large hands, and guided her step by step, completely disregarding her position on the edge.
Song Luoyun didn't dare to stop at all, but she was in great pain. She looked at him with wet eyes, wanting him to satisfy her first.
The man seemed oblivious, slowly moving his hand to her lips and gently rubbing them.
It's ridiculously wet.
You can even watch the white water droplets roll down onto your arm.
She clenched her teeth, not giving him any opportunity to take advantage.
He didn't seem to want to make things difficult for her.
But he asked, "What did you call me?"
Song Luoyun looked at his hand, afraid that he would take the opportunity to put it in her mouth.
I had no choice but to answer, "Brother Fu."
"Shout again." His hand drew closer.
"Brother Fu."
The hand almost went inside.
She was terrified and quickly said, "Fu Huaizhi, Fu Huaizhi..."
I just wanted to scare her.
That hand held her face and gently rubbed it soothingly.
“You’re very smart,” he said, liking that she could easily guess his thoughts. “Don’t make me ask twice next time.”
He doesn't like being addressed in a distant or formal way.
He looked down on "Brother Fu," and he couldn't stand being addressed with respectful terms like "you."
Let's return to the previous topic: "Why are you afraid of me?"
Song Luoyun added another hand, and together they slowly moved up and down.
"Because, you..." he blurted out instinctively, then quickly bit himself in fright and corrected himself, "You, are a little, scary."
"Me, scary?" Fu Huaizhi smiled.
“You’re a bit fierce,” she said, as if she were going all out.
"Am I fierce?" he always repeated her question.
He paused, stunned.
She quickly nodded.
He didn't speak; the only sound in the space was the rubbing of skin. Her home was small, the room was practically just the space of a bed. In the enclosed environment, their scent was fermenting.
Song Luoyun's movements didn't stop at all, but she had no skills, and even after so long, she still couldn't get him to show any signs.
The quiet atmosphere only made people overthink, and she couldn't stand it, so she spoke first: "You said you wouldn't let me go."
“That was just said in anger,” Fu Huaizhi replied quickly, as if he had been reflecting on himself.
"But you found my home address."
"Because I want to see you."
She didn't believe it.
They had no contact whatsoever; it was just a fleeting affair. She played him, yet he developed feelings for her.
Does he have masochistic tendencies?
But instead of moving, he grew increasingly impatient with his hands, quickly swiping a few times. After no reaction, he released one hand and shook it uncomfortably.
The man lost all patience, grabbed her wrist, turned her over, and quickly pinned her down.
"Song Luoyun, I haven't done anything to harm you, have I? You provoked me first, and you're the one who did everything to me. How dare you tell me you're afraid?"
Song Luoyun shrank her shoulders. Fear was a feeling, and even he, in his current state, was enough to make her shudder.
"Do you want to take a closer look at how I've treated you?"
Fu Huaizhi looked at her, forcefully pried her legs apart with his wrists, and lowered his body.
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