Fu Sang, wearing clean slippers, stood up and walked around the living room.
A cool night breeze blew in from the balcony, causing the floor-length curtains to flutter like a graceful dance.
The sweat on Fusang's body had dried, and the cool breeze made him feel a bit cold.
She walked toward the balcony.
I had just stepped onto the balcony and was about to close the floor-to-ceiling glass door when my gaze was drawn to the house across the street.
Fu Sang lowered his hand, walked out of the living room, and stood on the balcony.
This location...
The third and fourth buildings are adjacent, which means they can see each other.
Fu Sang stood on the balcony and looked down at the three buildings.
The original owner's home was on the seventh floor of building three, while Qiao Yunchuan's home was on the ninth floor of building four.
Standing on the balcony, one can see the state of her home from there without any obstruction.
Fu Sang felt that he had been frightened by 'Jack' tonight and was becoming a little paranoid.
She heard footsteps coming from the living room and immediately turned around.
Come in quickly, don't catch a cold.
Fu Sang swallowed hard and walked into the living room.
...She's probably just overthinking it.
Although this is a suspenseful crime world where everyone has a dark side, there's no need for Little Darling to be so perverted as to secretly spy on her.
She has many opportunities to meet him during the week.
And it seems that she took the initiative to approach him and win him over.
Fu Sang felt like his brain wasn't working properly.
In the original storyline, Li's mother was murdered, Li Huanxin was seriously injured, a figure ransacking drawers and cabinets, and a raging fire that was utterly inhumane...
These things probably have nothing to do with my little darling.
Oh, Mommy.
I'm in a relationship with someone who wants to kill me.
Qiao Yunchuan naturally had no idea what Fu Sang was thinking, but he did notice the girl's emotional change.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, lowering his eyelids to conceal the strange, dark glint in them.
After washing his feet, Fu Sang sat down on the sofa.
Qiao Yunchuan walked over and sat down beside her, reaching out to grab her ankle and placing her long legs on his thigh.
The first-aid kit was already open. He took out cotton swabs and alcohol, moistened the cotton swabs, and then carefully wiped her minor wounds.
The cool alcohol touches the skin, bringing a refreshing sensation.
Fu Sang couldn't help but shrink her fair, delicate feet.
Qiao Yunchuan looked up at her.
Did I hurt you?
Fu Sang shook his head and said, "It doesn't hurt, you can continue."
Qiao Yunchuan lowered his head, took the cotton swab, and gently disinfected her with alcohol.
Looking at the boy's beautifully sculpted profile, Fu Sang couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
Little Darling doesn't seem to have the abnormal memory of the original owner at all; she must be overthinking it.
The mystery may be shrouded in mist, but it will eventually be solved.
After disinfecting the wound with alcohol, Qiao Yunchuan took out an ointment for treating and healing wounds and applied it evenly to her wounds.
After it's all done.
Qiao Yunchuan placed her feet on the sofa and looked at her with his golden eyes.
"Okay, don't move yet, wait for the ointment to dry."
Fu Sang nodded and smiled.
"Thank you."
Qiao Yunchuan was slightly taken aback.
You don't need to thank me.
The boy's voice carried a hint of disappointment, as if he had been hurt.
Fu Sang immediately said, "Come here a little."
Qiao Yunchuan leaned closer.
Fusang gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and blinked her smiling eyes.
"You should accept this kind of thank you."
Qiao Yunchuan suddenly reached out and lifted her chin, passionately kissing her luscious lips.
The boy's forceful and passionate kiss left Fu Sang somewhat overwhelmed, and her cheeks flushed a deep red when it ended.
I like it this way.
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