In the following days, Jiang Wantang prepared and delivered breakfast on time, which greatly reduced Aunt Tian's workload.
At first, Shen Muqing waited expectantly, her eyes full of innocence. Fu Jingchen didn't pick up his chopsticks first, waiting for Shen Muqing to start.
He didn't remind Shen Muqing, but watched her pick up the noodles as if it were a good show, and then showed an indescribable expression.
"Is it delicious, Mu Qing?"
Jiang Wantang turned to look at her, waiting for her answer.
"It's so delicious, so incredibly delicious, I can't bear to eat it, sob sob sob." Shen Muqing mumbled incoherently. If time could turn back, she would have kept her mouth tightly shut last night and never opened it to speak.
"Then I'll bring you more tomorrow."
"don't want."
The three of them spoke in unison, but finally declined on the grounds that they were worried about tiring Jiang Wantang, fearing that she would work too hard by getting up so early every day.
So this whole "bring your own lunch" incident ended in such an absurd way.
Over the next few months, Shen Muqing got used to seeing Fu Jingchen appear in her room from time to time, lying down next to her with practiced ease.
Sometimes, she was worried that Fu Jingchen might bump into something, so she would carefully guide him and tell him not to wander around.
With her head down, she missed Fu Jingchen's fleeting, triumphant smile. All she could think about was how great Fu Jingchen's body was, how much she wanted to touch it, and how sexy that mole was.
Fu Jingchen's mind was filled with dark and morbid thoughts; he desperately wanted to...
When the two lay down on the bed, Shen Muqing saw that it was still early, so she turned to her side and played on her phone. She was watching videos and laughing happily, but the next second she couldn't laugh anymore.
A hot body pressed against her from behind, and a hand reached under her neck and pulled her backward.
Shen Muqing was too frightened to move. What happened? Was she awake?
"Qingqing"
At this moment, Shen Muqing was completely embraced by Fu Jingchen, with his hard flesh wall behind her.
A deep, lustful voice sounded above her head, and with that voice, his hand tightened its grip until there was no space between them.
Shen Muqing couldn't ignore the scalding heat; its presence was extremely strong.
"President Fu?"
She spoke softly, but received no response for a long time. She wondered if men did this when they were asleep, or if it was only him or all men did it.
Shen Muqing turned around gently and saw that the man's eyes were closed. Her beating heart calmed down. Fortunately, he hadn't woken up. If he had, she wouldn't know how to face him.
In Shen Muqing's mind, Fu Jingchen was unaware that he sleepwalked every day, because he would return to his room every morning.
Her gaze roamed unabashedly over his face; even though she saw this face every day, Shen Muqing still hadn't gotten tired of it.
His gaze fell upon her delicate collarbones and the half-exposed, piled-up pectoral muscles. The two were lying face to face, and Shen Muqing simply couldn't control his gaze.
As if under a spell, her hand unconsciously covered it; it was soft, smooth, tender, and elastic—it felt so good to touch.
She was oblivious to the situation, and in a moment of carelessness, her fingernail accidentally brushed against him, completely unaware that the man's body had already tensed up.
Shen Muqing was captivated by the other man's good looks, thinking that Fu Jingchen must have abs, and wondered what they would feel like. She wondered if she should try touching them.
With this thought in mind, Shen Muqing looked up at the man who was still asleep, made up her mind, and decided to ignore it, since he didn't know anyway.
So she slowly moved her hand down, and just as she expected, it felt great, hard and warm, just as her daily workouts had promised.
After touching her enough, Shen Muqing was about to withdraw her hand when the man's hand, which had been still, grabbed hers. Fu Jingchen slowly opened his eyes.
"Aren't you going to touch it anymore?"
At this moment, Shen Muqing just wanted to dig a hole and crawl into it. Being caught red-handed for taking advantage of someone else, could there be anything more humiliating than this?
She tilted her head back and met his deep, dark eyes, which were filled with desire. His breath grew hotter and hotter.
"Would you believe me if I said it wasn't intentional?"
"Qingqing, don't be shy. It's an honor for this body to please you."
Fu Jingchen reached out and hugged her, his large hands caressing her back, causing Shen Muqing to tremble with excitement and feel a strong itch in her heart.
"I'm not shy."
"Yes, Qingqing isn't shy."
Shen Muqing couldn't stand his way of speaking; it was as if his voice was living inside her ears.
"Go to sleep." Shen Muqing genuinely hoped that he would forget about it when he woke up tomorrow morning, and she comforted herself with this thought.
But things didn't go as planned. Just as she was about to make a move to distance herself from him, Fu Jingchen unexpectedly restrained her.
"Qingqing, aren't you going to take responsibility? You started this fire."
He grasped Shen Muqing's hand and placed it on his left chest. "Can you hear my heartbeat? It beats so fast because of you."
Sweet words of love, a warming atmosphere—everything seemed ready.
"I.."
Before she could speak, Fu Jingchen sat up on top of her, silencing her with a kiss, one soft, repeated kiss after another.
"Qingqing, I like you, and it likes you too."
Shen Muqing knew who it was. Without even looking in a mirror, Shen Muqing knew that her face must be as red as a monkey's bottom, burning hot.
Do you know?
"I don't know," Shen Muqing said, her voice heavy with distress.
You'll find out soon enough.
He guided Shen Muqing, who felt her hands were burning hot. Fu Jingchen left marks all the way down her face, collarbone, and neck.
Finally, Shen Muqing was exhausted. Even though she hadn't reached the final step, she was as tired as a puddle of water, completely powerless. She seemed to have forgotten something, but drowsiness overcame her. She couldn't think about anything else and closed her eyes to fall asleep.
Fu Jingchen held her and kissed her closed eyes. "Good girl, you're great. Sleep now."
It was a long and fulfilling night.
In the morning, Fu Jingchen, unusually, did not leave Shen Muqing's room. He woke up but remained in bed, quietly waiting for Shen Muqing to wake up.
He seemed unable to get enough of looking at her; his gaze remained fixed on her.
Not long after, Shen Muqing opened her eyes, and what came into view was the snow-white, undulating chest muscles. She immediately thought of what happened last night, it was like a dream.
She chose to escape, closing her newly opened eyes again. She thought she could deceive everyone, but her heavy breathing betrayed her.
Fu Jingchen: "Qingqing, I know you're awake."
Shen Muqing: "." (Read but not replying)
"Naughty children will be punished." He said, his hands moving restlessly.
Then Shen Muqing suddenly opened her eyes and met his teasing gaze. "Good children get rewards too. Qingqing was great last night."
"Don't say anymore."
Shen Muqing didn't want to recall what happened last night. "Let's pretend it never happened, okay? Let's just pretend you were sleepwalking."
"Huh? Qingqing, what are you saying?"
Fu Jingchen's aura suddenly became terrifying, and his voice turned cold.
I said...
His hand caressed her red lips. "Qingqing is a good girl. I'll pretend I didn't hear that."
"I.."
Fu Jingchen's intimidating gaze gripped her eyes, making her words catch in her throat, unable to utter a sound.
"But it's not good for us to be so confused and muddle through."
Shen Muqing felt like crying; the man's aura was terrifying.
"Qingqing, I never sleepwalk, I don't have sleepwalking disorder."
“I am awake every night, including last night.”
"So you should understand what I mean."
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