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Fu Siming's train of thought was completely thrown off balance by her words. What did she mean?
Her initial anger was halved by her loud protest.
"What do you mean?"
Fu Siming stood by the window, looking down at her, but the woman on the bed was still angry and had no intention of responding.
So Fu Siming had no choice but to kneel on one knee on the bed, take her hand, and help her sit up straight.
"Look at me, what do you mean?"
Position her head so that it faces you directly.
Song Xingyao's face was flushed from the alcohol, and the corners of her eyes were glistening from her shouting earlier. Her pouting lips, etched with anger, made one want to lick them.
At least for Fu Siming, this was an immense temptation.
But he suppressed his desire and wanted to hear her explain why.
"Tell me, what did you mean by that last sentence?"
Song Xingyao sensed the man's immense possessiveness and aggression, knowing she had nowhere to escape, and forced herself to remain calm.
“You just said yesterday that you wouldn’t be coming back today, and today you went out with another woman. I saw it all.”
"What do you see?" He moved even closer.
Song Xingyao's tone became somewhat flustered, "It's just... I saw you two together."
Fu Siming thought for a moment and quickly realized who she was talking about, so he didn't rush to explain.
Instead, he moved closer to her step by step, whispering in her ear, his deep, sexy voice continuing to coax her to speak, "So? What did you see?"
"Did you see me holding her hand?" he said, secretly tickling her palm with his finger.
Unlike earlier at the Imperial Court, Fu Siming's fingers tickled her heart.
The temperature on my face rose a little more.
Before Song Xingyao could answer, Fu Siming's lips slid down to her neck.
A burst of hot air and a voice came from there, "Or did you see me kiss her?"
The cold lips made Song Xingyao, whose body temperature had risen due to drinking alcohol, feel a chill.
He couldn't help but let out a soft hum.
The brief contact did not make Song Xingyao feel comfortable; on the contrary, it made her feel even more restless.
But the man was still being mischievous. She couldn't exert any strength because he was holding her hand, but in fact, Song Xingyao didn't try to break free at all.
You could even say that you feel excited and stimulating, wondering what the man will do next.
With one hand supporting her head, Song Xingyao fell onto the soft bed following his movement.
The hands that had been restraining her now affectionately caressed her face.
It's so cool.
The heat on her face and body made her automatically move closer to the cold object.
My mind was becoming increasingly muddled, and all I heard was a man's voice from above: "Or perhaps? You saw me like this?"
The man lit a fire on his body with his hands, his nimble fingers tracing patterns on his skin.
It was like a punishment, with no intention of taking any further action.
After letting out another comfortable groan, Song Xingyao bit her lip tightly.
It was so embarrassing, yet she couldn't refuse the man in front of her; in fact, she felt a little expectant.
This action seemed to have happened countless times before; the man in front of her was very familiar with her body.
He always managed to precisely target her sensitive spots.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" he whispered, trying to entice the woman to speak.
Song Xingyao couldn't stand this kind of male demon, so she shook her head vigorously, trying to clear her mind.
The man used his fingertips to pry open her tightly clenched lips.
He casually slipped his finger inside, and by the time Song Xingyao realized what was happening and wanted to bite him, the man had already swiftly pulled his finger out.
His fingertips were stained with her glistening saliva. He quickly closed his eyes; the erotic atmosphere was just too overwhelming.
The aroma of sandalwood wafted over, carried along with an aggressive masculine scent.
As if venting his anger, Fu Siming forcefully sucked in the scent that originally belonged to Song Xingyao, and then turned to gently biting.
Song Xingyao was so overwhelmed by his kisses that she felt dizzy, like a primal animal fighting for territory. Unable to bear being controlled by the man like this, she bit him back.
Noticing her response, Fu Siming's desire grew stronger and stronger. The alluring Song Xingyao caused his reason to crumble.
Perhaps because she had been drinking, Song Xingyao became even more enthusiastic.
Thinking back to their first night, Song Xingyao also mustered up her courage and drank a bottle of wine, with the same alluring and mesmerizing gaze that stirred one's emotions.
Thinking about it this way, alcohol isn't all bad.
Noticing that the man in front of her was somewhat distracted, Song Xingyao's small hands haphazardly touched his body.
Hearing his hiss, a low, husky voice came from beside him: "She's a real vixen."
The two, obsessed with desire, climbed to the peak, only to fall heavily into the soft clouds.
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Fu Siming looked at Song Xingyao, who had already fallen into a deep sleep, stood up and wiped her body before going to the bathroom to wash off the ambiguous scent emanating from his body.
As Aunt Qi was carrying a cup of hangover tea upstairs, she saw Fu Siming come down and asked with some concern, "Young Madam, are you alright?"
"It's alright, give it to me, you go and rest."
"Yes, young master."
Seeing that he was not as gloomy as when he returned, Aunt Qi handed him the tray and then withdrew.
Back in the room, Song Xingyao's body was covered in bruises, and her fair, smooth back was exposed. Her hands were spread out, and she was sleeping in a crooked position.
Fu Siming's eyes darkened as he looked at her. He put the hangover soup aside, went over and tucked her in tightly, but she quickly broke free again.
In fact, Song Xingyao didn't drink much at all. It's just that her alcohol tolerance is too low, and after a couple of sips of strong liquor, she started to feel a bit tipsy.
Fu Siming pulled her into his arms and pinned down her fidgeting hands and feet.
In the pitch-black room, Fu Siming couldn't fall asleep at all. Holding Song Xingyao in his arms made him feel at ease. He had been waiting for this kind of day for a long time.
"You're finally back in my arms."
In a daze, Song Xingyao heard these words, but her whole body ached unbearably and she couldn't open her eyes at all.
The next morning, Song Xingyao opened her eyes.
A magnified handsome face appeared before his eyes.
Upon realizing it was Fu Siming, she tried to struggle, but he held her down tightly.
She gently pushed against the man's chest, but Fu Siming didn't wake up. Instead, he tightened his grip on her.
The image of returning from the Imperial Court at Night yesterday flashed through her mind, and Song Xingyao's face flushed instantly. In addition, being held captive by him, she broke out in a sweat from struggling.
Fu Siming was awakened by her struggling movements.
Their eyes met, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became a little awkward...
Song Xingyao preemptively asked, "Why are you lying in the same bed as me?"
Fu Siming raised an eyebrow and pulled her closer. "Don't you look around? Is this my room? I'm not here? Where am I?"
She glanced around and said, "You...you should have put me back in my room yesterday...you took advantage of me."
Fu Siming raised one hand above his head, "Then I'm truly innocent. It was clearly you who pestered me yesterday... insisting on..."
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