Fu Jingsheng placed Rong Yan in front of the dressing table and opened her makeup bag: "Begin."
The man, having finished speaking, pinched Rong Yan's buttocks with his large hand: "Do it the way you wrote it."
Rong Yan stared wide-eyed at the man in the mirror: "Fu Jingsheng, is that really necessary? Everything in the book is fake."
The man walked around halfway, leaned against the dressing table, and faced Rong Yan: "Since you've thought of it, then give it a try. I'll make do and dedicate myself to art."
Rong Yan rolled her eyes so hard they almost reached the sky. Fu Jingsheng clearly wanted to, but he was acting like he was at a huge disadvantage.
"I feel bad having to trouble someone to write a novel, so I won't bother. Readers will tell me if it's feasible." Rong Yan zipped up her makeup bag and prepared to slip away.
The woman had just stepped out when Fu Jingsheng pulled her back. He stood behind Rong Yan, his arms around her, his palms against the dressing table, his chin resting on Rong Yan's shoulder. He half-closed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "What if I say I want to be the first to try something new? Let's give it a shot. I'll post a comment."
Fu Jingsheng suddenly licked along the woman's earlobe with the tip of his tongue.
Rong Yan pointed her toes and her knee slammed into the table. She winced in pain and bent over to rub her knee.
Fu Jingsheng stopped when he heard the noise: "I'm sorry if you hurt yourself." He pulled the chair back a little.
"It doesn't hurt anymore." Rong Yan straightened up.
Fu Jingsheng and Rong Yan distanced themselves slightly: "I'm not teasing you anymore. If you don't want to, take a rest. This will only feel good if both of you are willing."
The man suppressed his desires.
"You really want to? You're not joking?" Rong Yan asked, raising her chin.
Fu Jingsheng nodded: "Yes, express your thoughts in a joking way, but ultimately respect your wife's wishes."
Rong Yan had her own ideas. She grabbed the man's wrist: "Want to try?"
Fu Jingsheng couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.
He lifted Rong Yan and placed her on the dressing table: "Give her a kiss first, then do your makeup."
The man's lips slid down the woman's forehead, finally stopping at her neck. He casually took something from his makeup bag and handed it to Rong Yan: "This is it."
"Lipstick," Rong Yan said, glancing at it.
"Okay, get down and lie face down on the dressing table. If you draw crookedly, you'll be punished, and the punishment will be repeated." Fu Jingsheng grinned mischievously.
"How could you possibly draw well?" Rong Yan pouted. "Just punish me directly."
“That won’t do. You can draw it while I’m out. I’ll count to two, 2, 2 represents exiting. After exiting, pause for two seconds and then count to one. Make sure you get the rhythm right.” Fu Jingsheng repeated the contents of Rong Yan’s novel.
"You memorized all the rules!" Rong Yan looked at her husband in surprise. Hadn't he only glanced at them? She'd just made up all the counting and frequency calculations!
"certainly."
Rong Yan closed her eyes and said, "Okay, I'll get used to it first."
Fu Jingsheng walked behind his wife, knelt down and kissed her back. But as soon as it was foreplay, Rong Yan's hand holding the lipstick started to tremble. How could she possibly do a good job when it came to the main event?
She pressed her right hand down with both hands, telling herself to stay calm, and pretend that Fu Jingsheng was tickling her. Finally, her hand stopped shaking, and she quickly twisted on her lipstick, ready to apply it.
The moment the lipstick touched her lips, Fu Jingsheng turned his head to the front, and Rong Yan straddled his shoulders, leaning back at a 30-degree angle. The man supported her back and lowered his head.
"Fu Jingsheng, you big bad guy, you did it on purpose, you didn't give me a chance to put on lipstick," Rong Yan said, her voice trembling with tears.
The man took a deep breath and then remained noncommittal.
She tried to make her move while he was doing foreplay, but he saw everything.
"Fu Jingsheng, Fu Jingsheng!" Rong Yan grabbed the man's hair, "Uh...no...no...it's not okay..."
"Don't stop, don't stop, it's too much." The man paused slightly, deliberately misinterpreting the situation. Rong Yan liked this; he only needed to apply a little, and the woman couldn't resist, let alone put on makeup. Right now, her hands probably couldn't even hold a lipstick.
After he finished speaking, he returned to the same spot, his strength varying from strong to weak.
"Oh..." Rong Yan's mind went blank, and the lipstick in her hand slipped from her grasp without her noticing. She unconsciously hugged the back of the man's head and pulled him towards her.
When Rong Yan finally clung to Fu Jingsheng, she noticed that the lipstick in her hand was gone.
After calming down, she got out of the man's arms: "I'll change it. Who has time to put on makeup when they're full of passion?"
Fu Jingsheng followed behind: "Don't forget the punishment. Luckily, I sacrificed myself to try it with you, and then I realized it wasn't feasible. I did a pretty good job as the supervisor."
Rong Yan stopped Fu Jingsheng: "You wait here, don't try anything funny in the study."
"Don't come along. Go cut me some watermelon and wait for me in the room," Rong Yan said sternly when she saw that Fu Jingsheng still wanted to follow.
"Okay." Fu Jingsheng stopped.
Rong Yan deliberately dawdled for half an hour, and when she returned to the room, she found that Fu Jingsheng was asleep.
The woman stood by the bed and breathed a sigh of relief. To avoid waking the man, she grabbed a blanket, snuggled up on the sofa, and fell asleep.
The next morning, Fu Jingsheng was awakened by a nightmare. He instinctively reached out to hug Rong Yan, but found the space beside him empty. The man sat up abruptly. Where was Rong Yan? Did she get up so early?
The man got out of bed and looked up to see the woman on the sofa, half of the blanket on the floor, curled up.
"Rong Yan." Fu Jingsheng took a summer blanket and covered his wife with it. He tried hard to remember that he had sat on the bed waiting for Rong Yan to come over last night and then fell asleep.
So, Rong Yan was afraid of waking him up by climbing into bed, so she slept on the sofa.
Rong Yan was fast asleep and didn't notice Fu Jingsheng getting up.
The man squatted beside the sofa, looking at his wife with guilt.
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In the Fu family's ground parking lot, Lin Wei slept in his car after leaving the warehouse, waiting for Guo An to get off work.
Guo An was worried that it would be too stuffy in the car and asked Lin Wei to go back first, but the woman refused.
He would check on Lin Wei in the car every half hour. Lin Wei was lying in the back seat, her face turned towards the seat, with only a coat covering her.
With several hours left before the end of the workday, Guo An couldn't bear to let Lin Wei stay cooped up all the time, so he excused himself by saying he wasn't feeling well and asked for two hours off.
As soon as the man pressed the unlock button, Lin Wei opened her eyes. She sat up, and it was pitch black all around her.
"Guo An, what's wrong?"
Guo An got into the car, turned around and stroked Lin Wei's face: "I took leave. I saw you weren't sleeping well, so we went back together."
"I'm fine in the car, Guo An, don't worry, go to work." Lin Wei didn't want him to take leave.
"The message has been sent, and the manager replied. It's fine. Should I come to your place or mine?"
Lin Wei lowered her head and said, "Okay, come to my place."
Guo An originally intended to take Lin Wei home and then go back, but after parking the car, Lin Wei told him to go upstairs and rest.
Lin Wei changed into her pajamas and went to bed. Guo An took a shower and came out naked. He crawled into the covers and hugged the woman face to face, saying, "Sleep."
The man's burning body pressed against Lin Wei, while the woman, who had been distracted and hastily satisfying her desires in the warehouse, was not satisfied.
This stirred every cell in her body.
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