Chapter 172 Next time, I'll control myself a little.
Fu Yungui filled the bathtub with hot water, then gently lowered the girl in his arms into it, and followed her in.
Momo felt weak all over, her hands outstretched as she leaned over the edge of the bathtub, breathing shallowly. From behind, she looked just like a mermaid who had been stranded on the beach for too long, lacking any vitality.
The man reached out and pulled her back into his arms. The girl's face was covered in a light sweat, and her lips looked even redder after the exercise.
He reached out and wiped the sweat from her face, only then realizing that he might have gone a bit too far.
It's been too long; the kitten simply can't withstand such a long period of time and stimulation.
However, this was a treasure that had been almost lost and found again, and the moment he saw her, he was momentarily out of control.
"Huang Momo, are you alright?" Fu Yungui turned her face to face him. The girl's expression was indifferent, revealing no emotion.
I really can't tell if she's angry or preparing to use the silent treatment again.
He disliked guessing other people's thoughts and ideas the most, but with this woman, he spent a lot of time and patience trying to guess her emotions.
Because often, asking won't yield any results.
He was about to ask her directly when he saw her shake her head at him, "It's nothing, I'm just a little tired."
This time, she was really fine. She didn't get injured like the first time, nor did she experience the dry pain and discomfort of the previous two times. This time, she felt almost no discomfort throughout the entire process.
But this very situation made her feel incredibly uncomfortable, even more tormented than before.
This discomfort stemmed from a sense of division arising from the imbalance between her body and mind, leaving her feeling powerless and exhausted.
He couldn't even control his own body.
It's kind of ridiculous.
The man frowned slightly, noticing that she seemed genuinely tired. After a few pauses, he said, "Next time, I'll try to control myself a little."
Momo did not respond this time.
The man silently got up, grabbed a bath towel, scooped the person out of the water, rinsed them clean, then wrapped them around himself, carried them out, and placed them on the bed.
Momo shifted slightly, lying on her side with her back to him.
"Can I sleep by myself for a while?" The girl's voice was soft and languid, with a hint of post-coital languor.
"Um."
The man snorted. He hadn't planned to sleep anyway; he still had things to deal with. He had originally planned to hold a war meeting as soon as he got back, since he still hadn't found that annoying Bian Xi, and this time he was determined to eliminate him.
But after getting off the helicopter, the man suddenly changed his mind and wanted to go see Huang Momo first.
Although the message from Mao Mao emphasized that she was safe, and completely unharmed, he was still worried and wanted to see her with his own eyes.
Perhaps it was psychological, but there was always a voice reminding him of this woman's existence.
I also miss him subconsciously.
"Get up and eat after a short nap. I'll have Aunt Sang prepare your meal."
"Mmm," Momo replied as always.
Seeing how obedient she was this time, the man was a little unaccustomed to it, but after having his fun once, his patience increased dramatically.
"I'll go downstairs to take care of some things first. You can sleep peacefully."
"Mmm." It was just one word, and then she slowly closed her eyes.
Then, as if she had thought of something, she called out to stop the man just as he stepped half a step out of the door.
"Fu Yungui." The voice was still soft and gentle, sounding weak.
"What's wrong?" the man asked, turning back.
"Could you please stop letting Mao Mao and the others follow me?" She knew that this was the easiest time to get her demands met by making a request to this man.
"Don't worry, I won't run away again," the girl added.
Without even considering it, Fu Yungui readily agreed, "Sure."
"Thank you," Momo said politely as always.
The man immediately frowned; this politeness seemed to be ingrained in his bones, something he couldn't change no matter what.
Fu Yungui ignored him and went out after putting on his clothes.
As soon as Anu reached the top of the stairs, she saw the man lazily coming down from above.
With a cigarette dangling from his mouth and his shirt half-buttoned, revealing half of his chest muscle, several long, bright red, and very fresh scratches were clearly visible.
It looks extremely ambiguous.
The man's hair was still wet, clearly indicating that he had just taken a shower.
Looking down along that wet hair, you can see a slightly impatient face, filled with a languid feeling after the satisfaction of one's desires.
"Brother Yun," Anu called out crisply.
"Hmm." The man stood with his hands in his pockets, looking extremely relaxed. "Has everyone arrived?"
Anu nodded. "They're all here."
"We've got some news from Bian Xi. He just returned to Wenlai's base, so he might be planning some kind of operation."
The man didn't react much; he just kept walking forward.
"We'll talk about it when we get there."
"Okay," Anu replied, and didn't say anything more.
In the living room of another house, where they usually held meetings, several people were sitting there gossiping.
To be precise, it was bored Sawa who was gossiping with Night Hawk and the others about what he had just witnessed, and then he was thinking of betting with them how long Brother Yun would last this time.
After all, absence makes the heart grow fonder, and we're all men, so we can all understand.
Before Sawa could finish speaking, he looked up and saw the person who had come, so he quickly shut up.
The man strode forward with his hands in his pockets, while Anu followed obediently behind.
Fu Yungui had a languid expression, and his whole body exuded a lingering lust. Anyone who saw him would know what this man had been doing just now.
After returning from bombing Wenlai's villa in the morning, the man didn't assign any tasks, letting them arrange their own time.
Nighthawk and Nar went straight back to rest, while Sava was full of energy and wanted to find a woman to pass the time, but in this deep mountain forest, it was hard to even encounter a female ghost, let alone a woman.
Sawa was feeling down, so he could only chat about his boss's personal affairs to pass the time.
After all, he was having a good time, while I was starving.
It's only right to say bad things about him.
As soon as the man entered the house, Sawa immediately stood up without hesitation, made way for him, and smiled.
"Has Brother Yun rested well?"
Nighthawk stared at Sawa speechlessly. He was just making conversation for no reason, and he was practically walking into the line of fire.
Even though you could tell from the man's satisfied expression that he had just gotten out of bed with a woman, you still insisted on asking if he had rested well.
What a big idiot! Those two hours or so were probably mostly spent in bed; there was hardly any time to rest.
What, are you implying that Brother Yun is no longer capable, or that his performance time has shortened?
Shava didn't understand the contemptuous look Nighthawk gave him, but the next second, the man's cold gaze followed him.
He sat there, a cigarette between his fingers, expressionless.
"Why are you so concerned?"
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