He stared at me with an expression of anticipation, as if watching a good show.
Seeing him like this, Song Xingyao straightened her back and stared straight into his eyes, as if this could slightly cover up her guilty conscience about having peeked earlier.
Fu Siming simply stepped past her and took the soup bowl from Qi Ma's hands, saying, "You can go down now, I'll take care of it."
"Oh...oh, okay, young master." Aunt Qi quickly fled, leaving the two of them in an awkward situation.
As he slowly walked towards her, his bathrobe dangling loosely from his movements.
The belt accentuated his waistline, giving him the look of a male model walking the runway.
Song Xingyao cursed herself for being spineless, and then began to back away as he approached.
What are you going to do?
Fu Siming held the bowl, his movements and expression revealing no emotion whatsoever, giving the impression that he was about to force-feed Dalang the medicine at any moment.
Until they were close enough that Song Xingyao could clearly smell the scent of his post-shower body.
Then he heard a man's voice from above: "Didn't I notice you were such a coward when I was peeking?"
A bowl of warm soup appeared before her. "Drink this. It's a calming soup that Aunt Qi made for you."
Before she could respond, Fu Siming said, "What are you standing there for? Are you waiting for me to feed you?" As he spoke, he deliberately leaned down and got closer to her.
She quickly picked up the bowl and drank the calming soup in no time, even swallowing a few mouthfuls of saliva.
Seeing her like this, Fu Siming directly took her hand and led her into the master bedroom.
Song Xingyao noticed that the master bedroom was completely different from the guest room; it was cozy and had a lively atmosphere.
Suddenly I felt a tightness in my chest.
After all, what couple would live in the master bedroom of the host family and make it look like home?
Home? A strange feeling welled up inside me.
"What are you doing?" She rubbed her wrist, which Fu Siming had just grabbed.
"Didn't you say you wanted a change of clothes?" He pushed open the door to the lingerie and walk in.
But the woman behind him didn't follow.
Song Xingyao awkwardly said, "I don't wear clothes that other people have worn..."
"Heh, don't worry, what I got for you is definitely new."
She glanced towards the walk-in closet.
Inside, men's and women's clothing were neatly hung, all of them the latest styles for the season.
Song Xingyao looked somewhat lost in thought as she watched the man's tall figure carefully selecting clothes inside.
What I was thinking was: the woman who used to live here must have been very happy.
Suddenly I feel a little uncomfortable being here.
He turned around and prepared to leave.
Hearing the commotion outside, Fu Siming grabbed a nightgown and went out.
Before she could leave the house, I grabbed her hand.
"Didn't you say you needed clothes? Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"
Looking at the white garment in his hand, I felt even more displeased.
Fu Siming looked at the furrowed brows on her face, as if he knew what she was thinking, so he reached out and pulled her in, then pressed her against the door.
Song Xingyao's face turned red, partly due to the sudden influx of masculine energy, and partly due to her own awkward feelings.
She opened her eyes and let go of his hand. She clearly didn't feel him using force, but no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break free.
The man's magnetic voice echoed briefly in my ears, his breath tickling them and making them feel like they were on fire.
Where she couldn't see, Fu Siming's lips curled up, his ears still as sensitive as ever.
"What's wrong? Why is it so hot? Are you feeling unwell?"
Hearing the teasing tone in his voice, Song Xingyao was a little annoyed, but because of the excessively close distance between them, and with her hand being pressed down on her head, what came out was, "I think what you're doing is very inappropriate."
He became interested and moved a little further away so he could see her expression clearly.
Song Xingyao: "Since we're in a relationship, let's... maybe we shouldn't cross the line by coming here. Perhaps... some people will be unhappy."
"Who? You seem even more unhappy now?"
Feeling like she was being seen through, Song Xingyao didn't dare to look up at him, always feeling like he was the kind of director who controlled her with a script and the ending in mind.
But he was completely unaware of this direction and was being led by the nose by him.
This feeling was awful! Yet Song Xingyao was still completely captivated by him, as if a stranger knew everything about her...
Thinking of this, all her shyness and embarrassment vanished. Staring into his eyes, she spoke sincerely, "Although I don't remember who you are, I feel that you've been playing a trick on me. It's not right, and you even brought me to the master bedroom. This place is obviously a place with a female owner. Even if you have no morals or bottom line, you shouldn't have done this... No matter what our relationship was before, we have no relationship anymore. I will leave on my own tomorrow."
After a flurry of words, Fu Siming only heard the last sentence: "We have nothing to do with each other anymore."
He looked somewhat displeased and released his grip on her hands.
Then he reached out and gently tapped her forehead. "I never said we were lovers. Don't let your imagination run wild. This is your home. Where else do you want to go?"
His tone was tinged with displeasure, and he spoke faster.
This made Song Xingyao, who had been so confident, soften her stance.
He muttered under his breath, "But you didn't deny it. Besides, Jiangcheng is so big... um... um!"
The face that suddenly loomed large before me, exuding a strong masculine aura and a palpable sense of aggression,
Their soft lips met, and Song Xingyao's eyes widened, but her first reaction was not to push him away, but rather to feel a scene flash through her mind.
Seeing that she was distracted, Fu Siming took advantage of the moment to explore her lips with his soft touch and skillfully slipped inside.
The aroma of the herbs from the calming soup had been somewhat dissipated, and Song Xingyao's tongue felt a little numb.
A man's hand somehow found its way onto her waist, moving upwards along her tailbone, causing her to tremble involuntarily.
A surge of heat from her lower body made Song Xingyao's face even hotter.
But the man's actions in front of him did not allow him to be distracted by anything else.
Until her hand obediently rested on the man's shoulder and hung around his neck.
Fu Siming then released her, allowing her to catch her breath.
Her swollen, red lips looked alluring, but I didn't want to frighten her.
Song Xingyao's eyes were still somewhat unfocused, but the blush on her face was already too obvious to hide.
"you!"
She snatched the thin nightgown hanging from Fu Siming's arm.
She flung open the door and rushed out; if it weren't for the good shock absorption, the door would have made a tremendous bang from her movements.
Fu Siming found her extremely cute as she fled in panic, her face flushed.
He stared at the bathrobe beneath him for a moment, then sighed.
Song Xingyao returned to her room, closed the door, and leaned against the board.
Recalling the sudden passionate kiss and her body's reaction, she shook her head heavily. Because of the sudden movement, she bumped her head against the door, and the pain actually made her more awake.
Looking at the thin fabric in my hand.
Initially embarrassed, Song Xingyao looked at the wall and shouted, "You pervert!!!"
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