058: Inside the room
Huaiyan: "...?"
What happened?
Could it be that Miao Yu isn't with Fu Tingyu?!
However, that night, both the person and the system witnessed the scene of the man walking towards Miao Yu.
"Perhaps it's a misunderstanding."
073 is now somewhat uncertain, "If Miao Yu really succeeds, Fu Tingyu probably won't even bother to look for you now."
After all, most people forget their old love once they find a new one.
Logically speaking, Fu Tingyu shouldn't have cared about Huaiyan.
Moreover, Fu Tingyu himself just said that there was no one else.
“Sir…” The boy put down his fork, his eyes wounded. “Is the photo real?”
The boy's eyes were filled with deep sorrow, as if he refused to believe the man's betrayal and, defiantly, came to ask one last time.
Fu Tingyu did not answer, but leaned down and kissed Huaiyan's forehead.
Sometimes, a man's silence can be a powerful and resounding answer.
Fu Tingyu didn't like it either, so he didn't say anything more.
Of all the methods, saying it is the least useful.
"Are you full?" The man's gaze slowly moved down, and he murmured ambiguously, "Baby."
The boy, satisfied, patted his bulging belly and nodded obediently.
At the same time, he was also thinking.
Fortunately, it was just a misunderstanding, and fortunately, there was no one else around Fu Tingyu.
Otherwise, he really would go crazy.
Seeing this, the man reached out and placed the fruit plate on the bedside table.
Fu Tingyu pinched Huaiyan's chin with one hand, moved his lips down, and pressed them against Huaiyan's soft, moist lips.
He'd wanted to do this for a long time.
While the boy was explaining to him.
The man's movements were gentle; when he treated Huaiyan, it was as if he were kissing a rose that was easily withered.
It's like wanting to crush the roses with your own hands and admire the rotten juice on the ground.
With his other hand, Fu Tingyu slowly unbuckled his belt.
The crisp sound of metal buckles clattering together entered the boy's ears.
Huaiyan instinctively shrank back.
"Sir...sir..." he looked at the man fearfully, "I just finished eating..."
Fu Tingyu nodded casually: "And then?"
"What are you shaking for?" he said.
The man's wispy hairs fell down, casting a shadow on his pale skin.
The light fell on his eyes, turning them into a dizzying dark red.
Crazy and dangerous.
Fu Tingyu took off his suit jacket and unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt.
The boy stared intently at the man's abs and the crisscrossing, grayish-white scars on them.
He remembered the scar.
This is a photo of Fu Tingyu being scratched by wild animals during his childhood, when he had to endure outdoor training with his family.
There are three lines in total, but only the middle one is the most obvious.
Young Fu Tingyu developed a high fever due to these wounds and almost lost his life.
No one dares to imagine what would have happened if they hadn't received timely treatment.
Huaiyan hesitated, then reached out her fingertip and gently touched the scar before withdrawing her hand as if she had been electrocuted.
However, the man stopped her halfway as she tried to stop him.
Fu Tingyu grabbed his wrist and pressed the boy's palm against his own abdominal muscles.
Huai Yan's gaze darted away, and her cheeks and neck instantly turned bright red, almost as if they were about to bleed.
Suddenly, the boy stared blankly at the man's hand, as if he had remembered something.
“The wound,” Huaiyan said urgently, grasping Fu Tingyu’s wrist, “Let me bandage it, sir…”
When Huaiyan gets nervous, he starts to speak incoherently and his words become disjointed.
He was afraid that if the man got hurt, he would just leave him alone.
If the wound gets wet or if you exert force, the injury will worsen.
"Don't worry," Fu Tingyu said calmly. "It's nothing."
But this time, the boy, contrary to his usual behavior, did not obediently listen.
Huaiyan held Fu Tingyu's hand and saw the deep, reddish wound.
He frowned his handsome brows and slowly, gently blew on the man's wound.
It's as if I'm the one who got hurt.
"Baby, it's okay." The man gently stroked the boy's face, comforting Huaiyan, "Touch it."
Huaiyan gripped the man's hand, tightening her grip.
The other person's lips pressed against his ear, their voice hoarse from the heat.
It sounds incredibly sexy and alluring, with a strong seductive quality.
"gentlemen……"
Huaiyan trembled slightly, her sensitive body already half-numbed by the man's hot breath.
His whole body went limp, and he obediently wrapped his arms around the man's shoulders.
……no.
Huaiyan struggled to get the man up so she could bandage his hand.
At the very least, you should put a band-aid on it.
But Fu Tingyu pressed him down, refusing to get up.
"Baby."
The man turned his face towards Huaiyan, forcing the cautious Huaiyan, who was worried, to meet his gaze.
“Look at me,” he said in a low voice.
The man kissed her again, even more unrestrained than the first time.
Fu Tingyu's thumb stroked the bright red mole at the corner of the boy's eye.
The red spots on Huai inkstones are not very noticeable during the day.
You might not even notice it and simply ignore the mole.
Fu Tingyu casually licked away the small mole with the tip of his tongue.
"Baby."
Fu Tingyu smiled casually, his thin lips pale, his teeth menacing, and his red eyes dark and unfathomable.
"Are you ready?"
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