The journey, which only took a few minutes, triggered Rong Yan's survival instinct.
“Fu Jingsheng, there’s plenty of time ahead. I’m reminding you not to act recklessly. Everything has its limits.”
The man raised an eyebrow and uttered a single, soft hum: "Hmm?"
“Every time we get together after an argument, I feel like you’re trying to sleep me to death.”
"There's no need for that, is there? Doing it is a beautiful thing, how can there be a vengeful mentality?"
"Being unable to get out of bed doesn't show how capable you are; it just means you don't care about me."
Fu Jingsheng slammed on the brakes: "What did you say?"
Men are sensitive to words like "cannot," "not good enough," and "not capable."
Hearing that makes me feel uneasy.
"A kiss and a hug are considered showing affection? Would that satisfy you?" Rong Yan wasn't satisfied with the effort she put in by the hour before, but now she can only count it by the day.
“Fu Jingsheng, an hour should be enough.” Rong Yan held up one finger. “I also have to go out to meet a client this afternoon.”
The woman glanced at the time: "Let's drive."
Fu Jingsheng outwardly agreed, but inwardly he was calculating how to hold out until nightfall.
News of Qin Mengyu's imprisonment spread throughout Tiancheng. Qin Mengyu was determined to be primarily responsible for the laboratory explosion, and Fu Jingsheng was exonerated. However, He Wei conveyed the boss's message that although the culprit had been found, Fu's would provide the maximum compensation to the three employees involved in the incident.
The laboratory was permanently closed.
In the hotel, Rong Yan, having finished her shower, waited for Fu Jingsheng on the sofa. She casually opened the news and saw the latest report.
The woman smiled and put her phone aside.
"What are you laughing at?" Fu Jingsheng came out of the bathroom with water dripping from his hair and met Rong Yan's smiling eyes.
He walked over without even wrapping himself in a towel.
Rong Yan's gaze fell on Fu Jingsheng, and her heart began to pound.
Fu Jingsheng's lips curled up, and before he could even dry his hair, he pressed himself against Rong Yan.
Water droplets dripped onto the woman's neck, mingling with the warmth of his fingers, creating an indescribable stimulation.
Fu Jingsheng deliberately left marks on the woman's neck.
Feeling the pain of being sucked, Rong Yan tightened her fingers on Fu Jingsheng's back, her nails scratching out several thin lines: "Fu Jingsheng, don't leave it in an obvious place."
He gently massaged her soft spot with his fingertips: "Stay here?"
Fu Jingsheng put his arm around the woman's waist and pulled her lightly. He sat on the sofa, and Rong Yan sat on his lap.
The woman held the back of his head, her back unconsciously hunching over.
Fu Jingsheng buried his head in front of Rong Yan, and soon brown marks were left on the woman's fair skin.
He placed Rong Yan's hand on his own: "Touch it."
"Huh?" Before Rong Yan could react, her hand was already on her head, being stroked up and down.
The bulging object made her so embarrassed that she quickly withdrew her hand.
It seems that Fu Jingsheng always takes foreplay very seriously, but she has never helped Fu Jingsheng in that way.
In just a few moments, Fu Jingsheng's blood was already boiling and his whole body was burning with heat.
He couldn't wait any longer and placed Rong Yan on the big bed.
The two of them ignored the occasional message notification sound coming from the bedside table.
After struggling for most of the day, Rong Yan asked for water in a hoarse voice in the evening. She was so thirsty that she felt like she was about to burst into flames. The water was on the bedside table, but she seemed unable to move.
Fu Jingsheng took a straw and fed her, then, seeing her exhausted state, deliberately asked, "Can't you get out of bed?"
Rong Yan coughed lightly: "It's not a matter of whether I can get out of bed or not, I can't even turn over right now, you're pressing down on me."
After each session, Rong Yan wanted to hide away and rest, but Fu Jingsheng seemed afraid she would run away, so he held her back with one long leg.
He suddenly lifted his foot: "Four times already, I'm not coming anymore, I'll let you go, get down and walk a few steps to see."
Rong Yan: ……
Fu Jingsheng stretched his limbs: "If I can still walk, it means I can't do it anymore, so I'll try again."
Rong Yan: ……
She rolled over: "I can't, I need to see a gynecologist."
The man glanced at the spot where Rong Yan had just slept and patted the slightly darker sheets: "Take a look, are you sure you can handle it?"
The sheets were soaked! Rong Yan buried her head in the blankets, her face burning.
Fu Jingsheng leaned closer and lifted the corner of the blanket: "The more a woman thinks, the more obvious her reaction becomes. After all this time, there's still this kind of situation. Have you been thinking about me for a long time?"
Rong Yan poked her head out: "Fu Jingsheng, let's have a good talk."
Rong Yan wished she could swear a solemn oath with every word she uttered. She said she was wrong and shouldn't have talked nonsense. Fu Jingsheng had no problems in that area. She said she deliberately said he was no good.
Rong Yan knew that Fu Jingsheng wouldn't believe her if she begged for forgiveness afterward, so she made other preparations. She had saved the research results of experts from various countries on this topic on her phone.
Take it out and show it to Fu Jingsheng.
She compared the data point by point and concluded, "Right? All your stats are excellent. You're great, awesome! Now, can we go back to being a normal couple?"
Just to diminish his own prestige, he said no, which caused him to suffer from seven years of illness and medication, making him a laughingstock.
"No." Fu Jingsheng pretended to be angry, but was secretly very pleased with himself.
He had absolutely no problems; in fact, he was an excellent performer in that area.
But the illness shouldn't be treated for nothing, the medicine shouldn't be taken for nothing, and what's lost should be made up for.
“Unless we remarry and live together immediately, and you come every day, I definitely won’t sleep with you as much as I want.” The man stated his condition.
"No problem," Rong Yan blinked and agreed.
The woman was so straightforward, Fu Jingsheng couldn't handle her.
His tone suddenly softened: "You really agreed? Right now? We'll get the marriage certificate tomorrow?"
"Mm." Rong Yan nodded. Marriage requires impulse, and so does remarriage; otherwise, one will always hesitate and look back. Besides, Xu Nan couldn't wait any longer.
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