Chapter 241: No rush, let's eat something else first.
Chapter 241: No rush, let's eat something else first.
The tender flesh of her lower lip had been bitten so badly by Wen Jin that it lost its redness.
They're ruthless even to themselves.
Fu Yanjing suddenly felt relieved about the wounds she had left on his lips.
The water has stopped.
The cold water made his finger bones turn red.
Fu Yanjing kept his head down and didn't respond to Wen Jinye's words. Instead, he took off the priceless watch from his wrist.
This watch is a limited edition that was just released this year. It's extremely rare and has even been featured in magazines. Its price is astonishing.
Having spent years in the entertainment industry, An Yu is extremely sensitive to such luxury goods.
When she first appeared, An Yu was still a nobody, earning only tens of thousands of yuan in pay.
She pointed to the watch in the magazine and sighed with Wen Jin.
"How can the difference between people be so great? With a watch like this, I would have to start filming from the Qing Dynasty."
Wen Jin also silently calculated her salary.
LOL, it's impossible to calculate.
"I guess I should start with monkeys."
At that time, An Yu was still hesitant to mention Fu Yanjing in front of Wen Jinye.
They even restrained their criticism of capitalists.
Unexpected.
In less than a year, Fu Yanjing appeared at Wen Jinye's home in Jiangbei wearing this watch.
The watch was casually placed on the table, making a crisp sound.
This also pulled Wen Jin back from her reverie.
He casually picked up a disposable kitchen paper towel from the counter and carefully wiped each of his wet fingers.
These hands are so bony and angular.
He has handled contracts worth hundreds of millions.
It also stirred up warmth and moisture on Wen Jinye's body.
Perhaps it was the darkness of night that caused it.
Or perhaps it is quiet all around.
Even the cats have stopped running away.
Under the lamplight, his slow and deliberate movements inexplicably carried a sense of decadent intimacy.
Once such an absurd idea surfaced, Wen Jin's ears uncontrollably burned red.
She stared directly at Fu Yanjing's hands, a blush rising to her cheeks.
Fu Yanjing lowered his eyes, watching her silently.
What did you just say?
The sudden sound startled Wen Jin.
Wen Jin also felt that she had really gone crazy, and called Fu Yanjing a hooligan.
As it turns out, I was more unserious than anyone else.
She quickly threw away the waste, her voice sounding strangely weak, "I said, let's go out to eat."
The wet kitchen paper towels became limp and were crumpled into a ball in Fu Yanjing's palm.
With a deft flick of his wrist, the crumpled paper traced a perfect parabola in the air before landing precisely in the trash can.
Then his tall figure suddenly turned around, enveloping Wen Jinye entirely.
Her slender waist was grabbed, and with a powerful pull, Wen Jin was lifted into the air.
Caught off guard.
She let out a soft cry, her voice gentle and sweet, making her appear exceptionally charming.
He unconsciously placed his hands on Fu Yanjing's shoulders.
Fu Yanjing placed her on the table.
The coldness beneath her buttocks made her flinch.
Looking up, she saw Fu Yanjing's eyes burning with passion.
"No rush, let's eat something else first."
The ambiguous atmosphere suddenly intensified.
His kisses were like wildfire.
The shiver that surged from every part of my body felt both familiar and strange.
Her legs dangled in the air, and her fluffy slippers finally landed on the ground.
Wen Jin's insteps were straight, but her voice was like off-key notes, creating a captivating and enchanting effect.
The man's fingers were still damp and cool.
"Fu Yanjing...your hand."
"Don't like using your hands? Then use something else." He kissed her earlobe, his breath hot and wet.
"zui(～o￣3￣)～, how's your tongue?"
Wen Jin also uncontrollably lurched backward, whether to dodge or not.
It was still out of instinct; it seemed like this would allow him to better embrace his passion.
A slender arm brushed against the faucet, causing an instant uproar.
The two sounds of water overlapped instantly.
"No...not here."
Fu Yanjing's breathing was disordered and hot. He suppressed the surging heat and used his last bit of reason to ask Wen Jinye for his opinion.
"Then let's go to bed, okay?"
She murmured softly and took the initiative to climb onto Fu Yanjing's neck.
The man turned off the tap and led the person into the bedroom.
A burning kiss followed from his eyebrows and eyes to his neck.
He held Wen Jinye with one hand and used the other hand to guide Wen Jinye's hand into his suit pocket.
A small square box was pulled out.
They are all adults, not teenagers just beginning to experience romantic feelings.
This kind of thing has been done hundreds or thousands of times before; there's an unspoken understanding that doesn't require special instructions.
The items were bought by Fu Yanjing at a convenience store on his way here.
He sincerely wanted to see her and help her change the light bulb.
But besides sincerity, there is also desire.
This desire doesn't necessarily have to be satisfied, but it's also easily aroused.
But ironically, Wen Jin is still acting as if it's the first time she's done this.
Shy yet straightforward.
As she stared intently at his hands, her gaze softened and gradually lost itself.
Her cheeks, however, grew increasingly hot.
They can't keep anything a secret.
He set a fire directly on Fu Yanjing's chest.
The soft bed collapsed, creating a small space as the two figures pressed against each other.
Overwhelmed with emotion, Fu Yanjing even bit open a corner of the packaging bag.
Wen Jin suddenly woke up at this moment.
The misty moisture in her eyes had not yet dissipated, and her pupils were still glazed.
The trembling voice, however, contained a certain decisiveness.
"no!"
Fu Yanjing is going crazy.
I suspect this is some new form of punishment.
"The kitten rolled around on the bed, and I haven't changed the sheets yet."
It turns out I was worried he might have an allergic reaction.
But right now, let alone an allergic reaction.
Fu Yanjing had the spirit of "To die beneath the peony is to be a romantic ghost."
"It's out of control."
Wen Jin also stroked the arm that was supporting him beside her.
The pale blue veins stood out, full of tension.
The red spots stood out starkly against her fair skin.
"Don't say that, Fu Yanjing. We have a long future ahead of us."
*
When did you prepare the allergy medication?
Wen Jin also applied the ointment to the cotton swab, her expression serious, but her answer was vague.
"Last time."
"Last time?" Fu Yanjing's voice was still a little hoarse as he pressed, "Last time, when was it?"
"It was last time."
"Why prepare this?"
Wen Jin remained expressionless as she sat next to Fu Yanjing and helped him apply the medicine, saying, "I replenished some medicine while tidying up the medicine box."
"You're allergic too?"
His repeated questioning finally made Wen Jin lose patience.
She pressed the cotton swab against him in a fit of anger, her tone no longer calm and gentle, but instead filled with indignation.
"You still insist that I'm being nosy, but aren't you the one who insists on hearing me admit that I'm worried about you and afraid you'll have an allergic reaction when you come to my house, before you'll be happy?"
I heard a satisfactory answer.
Some people hide their shame with anger, while others get what they want.
His lips twitched, and a glint of light flickered in his eyes; he admitted it frankly.
"Yes, I'd love to."
He had more red spots on his collarbone than on his arms.
Wen Jin also held the cotton swab, thinking with a wicked grin, "If only this were a knife."
Only when the barb was pressed against his neck would he dare not act so recklessly.
Stray hairs fell naturally around her ears.
Wen Jin also noticed that Fu Yanjing's body was stiff.
Despite cursing in my heart, I couldn't hide my worry.
In addition to redness and itching, allergies seem to be accompanied by other more serious symptoms.
Are you feeling unwell anywhere?
He grasped Wen Jinye's hand; it was too hot.
His voice was incredibly hoarse, yet it carried a sense of accusation.
"Don't you know where you feel unwell?"
The force is downward.
The cotton swab fell to the ground.
Fu Yanjing's eyes welled up with darkness again, and his Adam's apple bobbed upward, making him look particularly lustful.
They are also somewhat pitiful.
"Jin Ye, please help me, okay?"
The dampness that never blended remained in Wen Jinye's palm.
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