For Fu Jingsheng, there's no such thing as "no."
Even in death, one must pretend to be strong.
He looked down at Rong Yan: "Not enough, huh? Let's do it again."
Fu Jingsheng reached for his bag and pulled out a square box.
"What?"
He glanced at Rong Yan and smiled wickedly: "We'll find out soon enough."
Fortunately, he was forward-thinking and prepared good things.
I disinfected myself and went back to the sofa.
The palm-sized object made a buzzing sound, and Rong Yan understood.
She burrowed under the covers: "Fu Jingsheng, I was just teasing you, I'm sorry."
Rong Yan only showed her eyes, her heart pounding with anxiety. Those were aphrodisiacs, a common sight in novels. Although she had never used them herself, modern romance novelists knew quite a bit about them.
Fu Jingsheng clearly had no intention of letting her go.
The woman's reaction just now clearly indicated that she knew he wouldn't be able to get up, so she didn't expect this thing to exist, allowing him to get up without having to exert any effort.
Rong Yan curled up in the corner and smiled ingratiatingly: "Fu Jingsheng, let's have a good talk, just for ten minutes."
He stretched out two fingers, forming a cross, and bit down on them: "Let's start, then we'll summarize."
"No, when did you buy this? You don't need it, do you? You're so amazing, how could you possibly need toys to enhance your pleasure? Using toys to enhance your pleasure means you're not good enough, right? You definitely don't need it, put it down..." Rong Yan stammered.
"Real guns and bullets feel better. It's not enough for just me to enjoy it. We have to share it together, so I threw it away." Rong Yan looked at the toy as if it were a monster.
Fu Jingsheng casually replied, "Whether I feel good or not is secondary. I'm happy to serve you, and besides, your happiness is my happiness."
Rong Yan: ……
Unable to refute, feeling like a fishbone stuck in my throat, like a thorn in my back, like sitting on pins and needles.
He sat down and reached for the blanket, but as soon as he lifted one foot, Rong Yan pressed one of her legs back down.
The woman continued to dodge the question: "No, I like being happy with you."
Rong Yan stammered, feeling guilty.
Fu Jingsheng lifted the woman's chin: "Good girl, let's give it a try."
He used words to comfort and distract Rong Yan.
With his other hand, he held the toy and placed it on the woman when she wasn't looking.
The frequency of internal and external entanglements made her completely weak.
It feels completely different from the real thing.
Rong Yan lay there without exerting any effort.
Both points were ignited simultaneously.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
Fu Jingsheng sat beside her, watching the convulsing woman: "Looks like you're feeling pretty good."
After putting away the toys, he covered her with a blanket: "Rest for a bit, we can come again if you like."
Rong Yan's face was buried in the sheets: "No."
Rong Yan dared not provoke him any further. Fu Jingsheng had many tricks up his sleeve, and she suspected that he spent all his free time researching these things.
If you can't win, run away.
I was pretending to be asleep, but when I opened my eyes, it was already dawn.
Fu Jingsheng actually didn't cause any more trouble, and Rong Yan felt like she had escaped from the jaws of a tiger.
Upon waking up in the morning, she said solicitously, "Honey, I'll go get you breakfast."
Fu Jingsheng hooked his arm around her: "If you want to go for a walk, shouldn't you do something after you get up?"
Rong Yan brushed the man's hand away and slipped out from under his arm: "No, no, I'm just an old man."
Let her off the hook for now.
While the woman was getting breakfast, Fu Jingsheng reminisced about last night; Rong Yan seemed to have cried.
She had never cried over something like this before; the man searched online.
The top-ranked answers are all about crying, which is the peak performance.
Peak? Fu Jingsheng was dumbfounded. Had he never reached his peak when he was with her?
The man's inner monologue begins.
I checked another website and the results were similar. Some people even said that many women would pretend to be nice to save face for their men.
The answers online were like a bucket of cold water poured on the man.
But Rong Yan wouldn't admit it if he asked her directly, so he asked a few relationship experts he had previously added.
The answer he received chilled him even further.
Fu Jingsheng needs to see a doctor again.
I lost to the toy.
When Rong Yan returned with breakfast, she saw the man sitting there expressionless and assumed he was unhappy because she had rejected him that morning.
She carried the bowl over and said, "These are all your favorite foods. Do you want me to feed you?"
"Ah! Open your mouth." The woman coaxed Fu Jingsheng like she was coaxing a child.
Fu Jingsheng saw this as compensation.
He figured Rong Yan must have realized that her behavior under the toys last night was abnormal.
Knowing that Fu Jingsheng was unhappy, she tried to please him.
Fu Jingsheng mechanically opened his mouth, and even though someone was feeding him, and even though it was food he used to love, it tasted like cardboard at this moment.
Rong Yan was good at reading people's expressions. A few minutes later, she put down the basin and said, "Fu Jingsheng, let's take it slow and steady. We want to sleep until we're eighty. What if we work ourselves to death now and break down prematurely?"
Does she mean to use toys more and him less in the future?
Fu Jingsheng stared blankly, and gave a lifeless "oh".
She patted his head: "That's right, come on, have some more, then we'll go watch the sunrise."
Fu Jingsheng didn't know how he managed to finish a whole bowl of breakfast. After eating, he took a Domperidone tablet because he couldn't digest it without exercising.
The two sat on the lighthouse, and Rong Yan watched the red sun burst forth, her heart filled with joy.
Just as I was enjoying the beautiful scenery, my phone started ringing.
Rong Yan clicked on it.
[Madam, Mr. Fu is going to see the urologist again.]
[They asked me to make an appointment as soon as I woke up this morning, what's wrong with that?]
"Aren't you two on your honeymoon? Should I make a reservation?"
Rong Yan: ……
She glanced at Fu Jingsheng out of the corner of her eye; the man was looking straight ahead and hadn't even heard her phone ring.
Is Fu Jingsheng feeling unwell somewhere?
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