Rong Yan took the initiative to shake hands with Fu Jingsheng.
He had only rested for a few minutes when the woman aroused him again.
"Let's find another place." Rong Yan was getting tired of standing.
Fu Jingsheng picked up the woman and placed her on the bed. He grabbed a bottle of water, opened it, took a sip, and fed it to Rong Yan.
He could tell that Rong Yan was very tired, yet she was still asking for more. He guessed that she must have been pent up during the time he was injured.
She swallowed the lemon water that Fu Jingsheng fed her, and ran her fingers back and forth across the man's lips: "Fu Jingsheng, if only there weren't those misunderstandings, seven years would have been enough time to do it so many, many times."
Fu Jingsheng leaned against Rong Yan: "I can make up for those seven years by working harder later on."
He touched her forehead: "I'm strong and healthy, I'll be fine even at eighty."
Rong Yan smiled faintly with her eyes closed, but a pang of sorrow welled up in her heart. She wondered if she could live to be eighty. That afternoon, she had prepared herself to die together with Zhao Wenbai.
As long as Zhao Wenbai is gone, even if I die, at least the children will no longer be in danger.
"What, you don't believe me?" Fu Jingsheng raised an eyebrow.
"I believe you. I'm going to take a nap." Rong Yan clearly said she still wanted to, but after saying a few words she was too tired to stay awake.
Her head remained resting on Fu Jingsheng's arm.
Afraid of waking her, the man sat in that position for over an hour, his hands going numb but he didn't dare move.
Rong Yan had a dream, and when she woke up, she realized that she had actually fallen asleep. Fortunately, she only wasted an hour.
She got up, washed her face, and tried to wake herself up.
Fu Jingsheng pulled his arm away, his brows furrowing in pain. To avoid being discovered by Rong Yan, he endured the pain and quickly swung his arm while the woman was washing up.
She came out of the bathroom with a towel in her hand.
He looked at Fu Jingsheng with a mischievous grin and said, "Fu Jingsheng, sit on the sofa."
"Huh?" The man saw Rong Yan constantly waving the towel in her hand and seemed to have guessed what she was going to do.
Sure enough, the next second, Rong Yan knelt on the sofa and tied Fu Jingsheng's hands together with a towel.
"What are you doing?" The 183cm tall man was surprised that Rong Yan had gone so far.
"What you think is what I think. Put your hands behind your back and don't move around. It won't be fun if you break free." Rong Yan stuck her tongue against her cheek, looking roguish.
If she weren't worried about her impending death and the possibility of her inappropriate photos being leaked, she would have definitely taken a picture of Fu Jingsheng at this moment. His innocent look as he waited to be slaughtered was truly infuriating.
Fu Jingsheng and Rong Yan cooperated. As the relationship coach said, a little romance between husband and wife can enhance the mood. Don't feel ashamed of fancy things; it's human instinct.
It will only deepen feelings.
Fu Jingsheng likes to play like this.
The contrast between her petite figure and her domineering presence in front of him, a stark contrast to her public persona, created a powerful attraction that he found irresistible.
Not content with tying Rong Yan's hands together, he took a bath towel and tied Fu Jingsheng's feet to the sofa legs.
After preparing, Rong Yan lifted the man's chin and bit his neck a few times.
It hurts a little and feels a little numb.
Then, he felt the woman's tongue slide down little by little.
It stopped on his abs, tickling him so much that he wanted to reach out and scratch, but his hands wouldn't move.
"Rong Yan, I'm itchy, scratch it for me."
Rong Yan spread her slender fingers on Fu Jingsheng's chest, her fingertips dancing rhythmically: "Is that so?"
"Rong Yan, I can't take it anymore." Fu Jingsheng was driven crazy by the gentle, slow movements. "I want you to bite me there too."
Clearly, only a strong bite can make him feel comfortable.
"Where?" Rong Yan asked deliberately.
Fu Jingsheng wrapped his hands around his back several times, and then slowly loosened the towel.
Suddenly, a large hand reached out and grabbed Rong Yan's head, pressing it between her knees.
I've never experienced anything like this before.
Rong Yan didn't dodge.
The woman's lips and teeth exerted just the right amount of pressure.
It was clearly their first time, but they didn't seem like beginners at all.
Fu Jingsheng felt all the muscles in his body twitching.
It's incredibly satisfying.
A muffled sound involuntarily escaped from the tip of his nose.
Rong Yan came several times.
Fu Jingsheng was completely exhausted. He asked breathlessly, "Rong Yan, are you a juicer? I never imagined you were so powerful."
The man, who had never admitted his inadequacy, surrendered after a morning of nagging.
I feel truly empty.
Fu Jingsheng felt like he was going to be back in his wheelchair; his legs felt unsteady, his muscles ached, and his back hurt.
Like Rong Yan, but knowing that she might never return, the woman mustered her spirits and decided to leave something behind so that he would remember her forever.
While getting dressed, Fu Jingsheng saw the scratches and bite marks on his body.
Rong Yan has gone mad today.
After leaving the hotel, the two had some food, and Rong Yan made an excuse that she had something to do in the afternoon to separate from Fu Jingsheng.
When they parted, she said, "If we can spend time alone together tonight, come again."
Fu Jingsheng gave a wry smile: "Oh, okay."
Watching the woman's car drive away, he frantically searched for a way to recover his energy in the shortest amount of time.
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Rong Yan arrived at the agreed location.
Tiancheng wouldn't just disappear in broad daylight without being discovered; she was afraid Zhao Wenbai might deliberately cause a car accident or something, but she couldn't hide either.
After all, Zhao Wenbai discovered her true identity in such a short time with just one glance. If she continued to hide, others would be implicated.
The two got straight to the point. Zhao Wenbai's face was gloomy, while Rong Yan remained composed and dignified.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Wenbai said that as long as Rong Yan leaves Tiancheng, leaves Fu Jingsheng, and no longer lives a glamorous life under the name of Yi Songshan, he will not take her life, nor will he implicate others, especially the four children.
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