"I didn't say anything, so why are you blushing even more than before? I still prefer how you are when you've had a drink, so passionate... Haven't you been going to familiar places a lot lately to reminisce?"
"But it seems there's no scene to recreate, so it's hard to remember anything, right? Perhaps..." He paused mysteriously for a moment, "...why don't you think about what happened here before?"
After speaking, the calming sandalwood scent forcefully entered between his lips and teeth.
The room was so quiet that you could hear the sounds of the two of them cuddling, and Song Xingyao's soft panting as she was overwhelmed by the kisses.
Why is it that after this man's nimble lips and tongue have intertwined, he can still utter those blush-inducing and shameless jokes?
Song Xingyao bit him directly to stop him from teasing her again.
"Hiss—" Fu Siming's lips were bitten by her clumsy kiss, causing him to cry out in pain.
This pleased Song Xingyao greatly; he held both her hands tightly, pulling her towards his firm chest.
Under such temptation, Song Xingyao also followed suit, placing her hands on this body and letting them wander back and forth, until she heard the man's voice, which was filled with uncontrollable passion, and the ambiguity overshadowed the shy thoughts in her mind.
Song Xingyao felt herself being placed on a cold table. The documents that had been piled up on the table were gently swept off by the man and knocked to the ground.
Fu Siming gently licked her collarbone, and the sensitive touch forced Song Xingyao to look up and reciprocate the sensitive and comfortable kiss.
Her somewhat dazed gaze met the man's scarlet eyes, and she felt the dark undercurrent hidden in his ink-black eyes as if it wanted to devour her.
The ties of the bathrobe had long been untied and were hanging loosely around the waist.
The man's breathing was heavy. Even though the space between them was filled with rampant desire, he still spoke in a somewhat hoarse voice, "Don't rush."
Song Xingyao twisted her body in dissatisfaction, her arm hanging limply on his shoulder.
Song Xingyao felt a sharp pain as her tailbone slammed against the cold tabletop, but the intense heat within her forced her to abandon her thoughts.
Unconsciously, she moved closer to the body in front of her. The warm light above her head dimmed in her eyes, and finally, she heard the man in front of her calling her name again and again, lost in passion...
The two were awakened by the sound of knocking on the door, where they heard hushed conversations and persistent knocking.
Seeing that he had knocked for a while without any response, Aunt Qi advised, "Young Master, the young master and madam are still resting. Shall we go down and wait?"
Fu Xunzhi ignored him and hurriedly knocked on the door while still wearing his pajamas.
The two gradually woke up. When Song Xingyao heard the sounds outside, her previously dazed mind suddenly started working again.
Pushing the man in front of him aside, Fu Siming groggily opened his eyes.
"Never mind him, let him sleep a little longer, Aunt Qi will soothe him."
He pulled her into his arms again with a little force as she sat up.
"No...no, I promised him I'd let him see me when I got up! I...I'll get up first."
"No!" Fu Siming suddenly threw a tantrum like a child, refusing to let her get up no matter what he said. Seeing that the frequency of his knocking on the door was getting faster and faster, Song Xingyao also became a little anxious.
He took a deep breath, his face displeased, grabbed the outer robe from the clothes rack and threw it to Song Xingyao, "Put this on first."
Looking at her thin sundress, she realized it wasn't a good look and quickly put on her outer robe.
The next second, the door was suddenly opened.
The slightly ajar door prevented Fu Xunzhi from falling forward due to the momentum of banging on it.
Seeing that his father's face was somewhat dark, he looked away and peered inside. Only when he met Song Xingyao's smiling face did he feel relieved.
He excitedly tried to squeeze inside, but a large hand above his head stopped him.
"Fu Xunzhi—when did I teach you to disturb your parents' rest like this?"
The cold words made Fu Xunzhi shrink back, and he looked to Song Xingyao for help.
"Look at me, don't look at Mom. Grandma Qi just told you that Mom and Dad are resting."
The somewhat serious tone made Fu Xunzhi's face fall slightly. "I understand..."
The next second, Fu Siming picked up Fu Xunzhi.
Upon seeing this, Qi's mother quickly retreated.
"Just like your mother, what's the rush? You're not even wearing shoes." She gently patted the sole of his foot and placed him next to Song Xingyao.
Hearing his double entendre of teasing and lecturing, Song Xingyao glared at him fiercely, signaling him to stop talking nonsense.
Seeing that he showed no remorse, she automatically took on the role of the bad cop and pretended to cover Fu Xunzhi's ears.
"Go downstairs with Grandma Qi for breakfast first, and I'll take you to school in a bit!"
Hearing her say that, Fu Xunzhi put the lesson he had just learned out of his mind.
He snuggled happily in Song Xingyao's arms for a while before Fu Siming picked him up.
"Alright, hurry up and go downstairs."
Fu Siming's embrace loosened the bathrobe on one shoulder.
Watching the father and son, one big and one small, walk out, I could still hear Fu Xunzhi tugging at his strong shoulders, trying to get down.
"Dad, you're hurt!"
He glanced back, his voice rising in a cheerful tone, "Yeah, a kitten scratched it."
Huh? Fu Xunzhi didn't know where the kitten his father mentioned came from, and stared at the wound for a while in confusion.
A soft chuckle came from below, and Song Xingyao buried herself under the covers, cursing under her breath: Bastard!
But I still unconsciously raised my hand and glanced at it.
How could clean, smooth nails possibly have marks left by oneself?
At the dinner table, Fu Xunzhi couldn't see the awkwardness and tug-of-war between the adults; he only thought about how his parents were going to take him to school together.
They ate much faster, eager to get out the door.
Seeing this change in him, the two were naturally willing to cooperate.
Because of Fu Xunzhi's urging, the family of three waited at the kindergarten gate for a while before people started arriving one after another.
After the news of Fu Xunzhi's class teaching came out, many parents also discovered that their children were in the same class as the son of Fu, the CEO of Tiansheng Group.
Now there are many more parents picking up their children at the school gate, hoping to find an opportunity to talk to Fu Siming. If they can facilitate a cooperation, that would be even better.
The number of people had increased visibly, and taking advantage of this moment, Fu Siming carried him out of the car.
The family of three's striking good looks attracted attention; one of the children even recognized Song Xingyao, who had attended class the previous week, and greeted them warmly.
"Teacher Song!"
She led Fu Xunzhi to the door before smiling and responding to the greeting.
One of the children exclaimed in surprise, "So Teacher Song is your mom!"
Fu Xunzhi then responded politely, raising his head with a touch of pride.
Fu Siming patiently stood behind the mother and son. The man, whom he could never book in advance, had actually appeared like this.
Someone came up to greet him, but he declined, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm here with my wife to take our child to school today."
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