Rong Yan felt dizzy and lowered her head to bite Fu Jingsheng's arm.
The man felt the pain and paused for a moment before Rong Yan came to her senses.
"Fu Jingsheng, please slow down," the woman said in a hoarse voice.
"Isn't it possible? Who's begging for mercy?" Fu Jingsheng bent over and changed his posture to join Rong Yan.
The woman who had boasted so confidently before the event instantly deflated.
"Honey, I was wrong. I shouldn't have provoked you," Rong Yan admitted.
Fu Jingsheng lay on the woman's back, his lips close to her ear, and whispered softly, "You can't take it anymore even before it's over? Do you want to continue?"
Just as the man was about to pull away, Rong Yan grabbed him, saying, "If you want to continue, I'll hold on a little longer."
The thought of never being able to be with Fu Jingsheng again made her willing to work herself to death tonight.
Fu Jingsheng patted the woman's buttocks and teased, "So, do you like it or not?"
"I like it, I like it." Rong Yan nodded. "Husband, don't go, I want to go more."
Fu Jingsheng tore off the last piece of cloth from his wife's waist and said with a little force, "Okay, I'll be gentle."
On the sofa, the woman quickly reached her climax.
When Fu Jingsheng tried to leave, she stopped him again: "It's a safe period, it's fine."
Rong Yan lied.
On her last night, she wanted to leave no regrets.
Fu Jingsheng cried out and collapsed.
The man convulsed for a moment, then recovered and helped the woman wipe her body: "Wife, you seem to have lasted longer than before."
Rong Yan only asked to stop once during the journey, and Fu Jingsheng thought that his wife had adapted to his rhythm.
"Honey, are you having a good time with me? Was I a spoilsport before?" Rong Yan wanted to know the answer.
Fu Jingsheng touched his wife's face: "Why would you ask such a silly question? How could I not do my best? I feel so good just having you lying next to me."
"What I mean is, did I not make you feel good enough? I always stopped halfway through and couldn't last long," Rong Yan asked softly.
The man laughed and put his arm around his wife's shoulder: "Why are you asking this all of a sudden? You did a great job. I was wondering if I was making you uncomfortable."
Fu Jingsheng often felt he had used too much force afterward, and Rong Yan didn't seem to feel as good during the process. But the next time, he would get more and more carried away, and Rong Yan rarely didn't beg for mercy. Several times he wondered if his fierceness would make his wife afraid to have sex with him. Since his wife brought it up, he might as well ask her.
"Huh?" Rong Yan was stunned.
"And you? Do you think I'm too rude and demanding, and that's why you're afraid?" Fu Jingsheng repeated.
Rong Yan shook her head: "Of course not, it's very enjoyable, okay?" The woman made no attempt to hide her true thoughts, and there was no need to be shy at this moment.
“Me too, I’m very satisfied with you.” Fu Jingsheng said with certainty, “Wife, do you know why I especially like being with you? Every time I see myself in your eyes, at that moment, we are not only united, but also looking at each other.”
Rong Yan was moved by Fu Jingsheng's words. She was a little shaken. Yes, Rong Yan had the same feeling. When she was with Fu Jingsheng, it was as if there were only the two of them in the world.
Not only bodies, but also souls are in harmony.
She joked on purpose, "Fu Jingsheng, are you trying to steal my job? You speak so formally, it's a shame you don't write novels."
Fu Jingsheng then called out directly, "Teacher Rong, help me write a book. Anyway, I don't want to run the company anymore. I'm tired and just want to do something quietly."
Rong Yan cupped the man's face in her hands: "I'm not joking anymore. Although the Fu family is in dire straits right now, I believe you can make a comeback. Once you reopen the company, everything will go smoothly."
"Make a comeback? Wife, only you believe me. If I said I didn't want to make a comeback, would you look down on me?" Fu Jingsheng really didn't want to be a businessman anymore. Even if he couldn't afford a villa or live the kind of life he used to, he was willing. He wanted to be an ordinary person, away from deceit and treachery, and just have enough to eat and wear.
Rong Yan clearly did not want her husband to do this.
She said truthfully, "We are all still young, we can't start retiring now."
"Wife, are you upset that I don't go to work?" Fu Jingsheng pouted.
“No, of course I hope you have plenty of time to spend with me and the children, but I worry that day after day you will find it boring. People need to have something to do, especially someone as outstanding as you. You can provide job opportunities for many people and contribute to society. You don’t want to become a mediocre person.” Rong Yan didn’t want her husband to be despondent after she left.
As expected, no woman can tolerate a man who does nothing, Fu Jingsheng thought to himself.
“It’s not that I can’t stand you not making money,” Rong Yan explained. “It’s so boring to be idle all day. Life is more fulfilling when you have something to do. If staying at home makes you happy, you can choose to stay at home.” Rong Yan was afraid that Fu Jingsheng would misunderstand her, so she explained a lot.
Fu Jingsheng forced a smile: "I understand. I will go back to work after a period of rest. As for those who were laid off by the company, I will go to them one by one and ask them if they are willing to come back."
"Yes." Rong Yan's eyes glistened with tears. "This is the Fu spirit I know, always full of energy and always brimming with fighting spirit."
"Honey, I've rested enough. I'd like to come back to the living room, to the piano," Rong Yan said on a whim.
I wonder if the two of them can play beautiful music on the piano.
Fu Jingsheng lifted the woman's chin: "You're not trying to test me, are you? By making a sound and hitting me? I don't have that kind of ability. If I make such a big move on the piano, it would cause the sky to fall and disturb the people downstairs."
Rong Yan rolled her eyes at Fu Jingsheng: "Am I that abnormal? If I said I wanted to see if I could make music, would you believe me?"
Fu Jingsheng...
"That piano hasn't been used in a long time, and it's in the living room. Playing the piano in the middle of the night, and it doesn't even have a normal melody." Fu Jingsheng blushes just thinking about you.
Rong Yan deliberately used reverse psychology: "Honey, are you embarrassed? Didn't you say we're at home and can do whatever we want?"
The woman's stimulation was clearly effective. Fu Jingsheng took Rong Yan's hand and walked straight to the living room. When they passed the stairwell, they locked the door.
He lifted the cloth covering the piano, and the surface of the piano reflected the light. The piano was wiped clean once a week, and although it hadn't been used since it was moved here, the surface was still very clean.
Fu Jingsheng carried his wife to the piano. Before she was even settled, the keys produced a clear, crisp sound.
"Really here?" Fu Jingsheng asked again to confirm.
Rong Yan leaned back against the piano lid, her chin slightly raised: "Yes, you stand."
The man measured the height and it was just right. The images that might happen flashed through his mind, and he was suddenly filled with excitement. He smiled and said, "As expected of a great writer, I never thought of it on a piano."
Rong Yan hooked her toes around Fu Jingsheng's: "Husband, I have many more ideas, but I haven't had time to put them into practice yet." As she said this, the woman's face darkened.
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