Chapter 378 I will love you every day of the rest of my life.
Fu Siyan seemed to notice her gaze and turned to look at her.
Their eyes met.
Shen Qingshu's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly handed over the gloves, saying, "Here you go."
Fu Siyan smiled and said, "Yes, you can just put it over there."
Shen Qingshu put down the gloves.
Then, she took the showerhead and tilted her head back...
Fu Siyan smiled and obediently tilted her head back.
Shen Qingshu knelt down to wet his hair and apply shampoo.
This was the first time she had ever washed a man's hair.
Fu Siyan's hair is very stiff and thick; with just a little poking, it produces a rich lather.
The woman's fingertips were soft as she gently massaged his scalp.
Fu Siyan closed his eyes and his body slowly relaxed.
Men have short hair, so it's quick to wash.
After he finished washing, Shen Qingshu used a towel to dry his hair, then stood up and said, "You can do the rest yourself. I'm going out."
But the man grabbed her wrist.
Chen Qingshu was taken aback.
Fu Siyan looked at her and asked, "Could you make another request that's even more outrageous?"
Shen Qingshu laughed, "You know you're pushing your luck, yet you still dare to bring it up!"
"I know," Fu Siyan chuckled softly, "but I think you definitely wouldn't want to refuse me."
“I’m willing to let go.” Shen Qingshu glared at him. “Fu Siyan, let go.”
"Just give me a back rub," the man said, looking at her. "Just once."
"Fu Siyan," Shen Qingshu gritted her teeth, "Don't try to back out!"
"I just wanted my wife to help me scrub my back."
"Who's your wife?"
"Okay, not wife, girlfriend." Fu Siyan's voice was deep, with a hint of ingratiation. "How about your girlfriend helps you scrub your back?"
Shen Qingshu closed her eyes, unable to bear Fu Siyan like this.
She picked up a bath sponge, squeezed out some shower gel, and glared at him: "Sit up straight."
Fu Siyan smiled and obediently sat up straight, exposing her entire back.
Shen Qingshu helped him rub his back.
Knowing that his hands were not in a good position, I also rubbed his arms for him.
Suddenly, her gaze fell on a scar on the man's side.
Was that... her who stabbed her?
The woman behind him suddenly stopped. Fu Siyan frowned and turned around in confusion.
Shen Qingshu gently touched the scar with her fingertips.
Fu Siyan's brow twitched, and he immediately dodged.
Shen Qingshu looked up at him, "It must have hurt a lot back then, right?"
Fu Siyan was afraid she would feel guilty, and even more afraid that she would recall those unpleasant past events.
“It’s all in the past.” He held Shen Qingshu’s hand. “Ah Shu, we agreed not to dwell on the past and to look forward.”
Shen Qingshu nodded, but her eyes were still a little red. "I know, but if it weren't for this knife, your body might not have become so badly injured."
"My body is fine now," Fu Siyan explained, afraid she would worry. "Song Wenyuan's experiment was very successful."
Shen Qingshu lowered her eyes, "No matter what, I still want to apologize to you."
“No need.” Fu Siyan’s voice was low. “I forced you. Even if I really die, it’s my own fault.”
"Don't say such things!" Shen Qingshu covered his mouth. "Don't keep talking about death. The children are still young, and we all want to live to be a hundred. Fu Siyan, for the sake of our two children, we must learn to cherish our lives."
"Okay." Fu Siyan held her hand and kissed it.
Shen Qingshu's eyelashes trembled slightly.
A moment later, she withdrew her hand and tossed the bath sponge into the bathtub. "You can wash the rest yourself. I'm leaving."
Fu Siyan: "..."
...
Ten minutes later, the bathroom door opened.
Fu Siyan came out wearing a gray silk nightgown.
He was holding a towel and drying his hair.
Shen Qingshu sat on the bed with a magazine on her lap.
Seeing him come out, she said, "Dry your hair before going up, so you don't catch a cold."
Fu Siyan agreed.
But after drying his hair, he walked to the bedside, sat down, and pulled Shen Qingshu onto his lap.
Shen Qingshu exclaimed in surprise, and the magazine fell to the ground.
"Fu Siyan!"
She was furious. "Do you ever want your hand to get better?"
Fu Siyan kissed her delicate cheek. "A-Shu, can I hold you while we sleep?"
Shen Qingshu frowned and pushed his face away with her hand. "No."
"I'll just hold you while we sleep, I promise I won't do anything else."
Shen Qingshu felt that based on this man's past behavior in bed, there was no credibility to his words at all!
She wasn't against being intimate with him.
I was just concerned about his hand injury.
"Fu Siyan, go back to your own room."
"I don't want to." Fu Siyan lowered his head, burying his face in the woman's fair and soft neck, his nose filled with her unique fragrance.
The man's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice low and magnetic, "We haven't slept together for five years."
Shen Qingshu remained unyielding, "A few more days won't make a difference."
"Your room has no safety measures in place, I won't let you take any risks."
Upon hearing this, Shen Qingshu paused.
Indeed, how could a single woman possibly keep such a thing in her bedroom?
Having just recovered from a serious illness, it was indeed impossible for Fu Siyan to act impulsively.
Even if he really wanted to, he would hold back.
But, the soft, fragrant flesh was in my arms.
He's a man after all; he can't possibly be a true gentleman forever.
In the darkened bedroom, the man held his beloved woman in his arms and kissed her inside and out.
Fu Siyan, mindful of her health, only served Shen Qingshu, allowing her to experience a long-lost pleasure as a woman.
He himself suppressed that extreme impulse.
The body was in extreme pain, yet I felt completely satisfied.
He once thought he had lost this woman forever.
Back then, how could he dare to hope that one day she would still be in his arms, biting her lip and silently weeping...
In the darkness, the woman sobbed, her voice rising and falling, broken and intermittent, calling out softly: Fu Siyan.
The name 'Fu Siyan'—three words—stirred up his heart like a raging fire.
The man lowered his head, kissed away the tears at the corners of her eyes, and whispered in her earlobe, "A-Shu, I love you."
I will love you every single day of the rest of my life.
...
A one-sided, restrained pleasure by the man has come to an end.
Exhausted, Shen Qingshu leaned against Fu Siyan's chest and fell into a deep sleep.
Once the person in his arms was breathing evenly, Fu Siyan sighed heavily.
The man tiptoed out of bed and into the bathroom.
A moment later, the sound of water spraying came from the bathroom.
That night, Fu Siyan took two cold showers.
The sleeping woman was completely unaware.
...
The sky began to lighten with the first light of dawn.
Shen Qingshu woke up.
A strong arm was wrapped around his waist.
There are three scars on my arm.
That was left behind by the man when he saved her.
The scene that happened on the cliff edge that day flashed through my mind quickly.
Shen Qingshu closed her eyes briefly, suppressing the stinging pain in her heart caused by the memories.
Her fingertips gently traced the scars on the man's arm.
Perhaps because it was a little itchy, the sleeping man stirred, his chest pressed against her back, the two of them pressed tightly together.
Shen Qingshu paused, recalling last night...
Her cheeks were burning, and she gently patted her face.
The man behind her hugged her tighter and kissed her ear with his thin lips. "It's still early, sleep a little longer."
His voice was languid and slightly hoarse.
Shen Qingshu gave a helpless smile.
But soon, she realized something was wrong...
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