Song Qingyou slowly moved closer to him. In the dim light, the two were extremely close, their breaths mingling, creating an ambiguous atmosphere.
She slowly raised her hand, each movement seemingly slowed down by 0.5 times, her fingertips resting on the man's prominent Adam's apple.
Fu Wenzhou's breathing suddenly became heavy, and Song Qingyou could feel his sexy Adam's apple rolling under her fingertips.
She pressed her fingertips against the thin skin, rubbed them firmly, and then kissed it.
Fu Wenzhou's breath caught in his throat, startled by Song Qingyou's actions, and he stammered, "Sister..."
Song Qingyou moved her fingertips upwards, her delicate and soft kisses following her fingertips, gradually spreading to the corner of his lips, where she lightly touched it, then slowly pulled away, lifting her eyelids: "Want to?"
"Wh...what?" Fu Wenzhou's chest heaved violently, his eyes instantly reddening. Thinking he had misheard, he had to ask repeatedly to confirm, "Sister, what did you say?"
Song Qingyou reached out and patted his face, then stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear, "Stop pretending, Fu Wenzhou. Do you think I didn't see the things you put in the cabinet?"
Fu Wenzhou's eyes suddenly became bloodshot, and his brain seemed to freeze, unable to think of anything.
The things stored in the cabinet...
His voice trembled, as if he had restrained himself to the extreme: "Is...is it okay?"
Could he do that to his sister...?
Song Qingyou kissed him again, their lips touching, and finally gave the puppy the command: "Okay."
Fu Wenzhou's breathing suddenly became rapid. He picked up Song Qingyou horizontally, ignoring the injury on his leg, like a ferocious beast that had been waiting to hunt for many days, or as if he had returned to a primal animal.
He hurriedly rummaged through the props in the cabinet, pressed himself against Song Qingyou, and even at this moment, he still cautiously and tentatively said, "I will be careful, I will definitely not hurt you."
Although Song Qingyou's physical condition was poor, Fu Wenzhou had been using those precious medicinal herbs to keep her healthy, so she wouldn't accidentally injure herself by occasionally going completely wild.
She opened her mouth and bit Fu Wenzhou's lip; she really bit him.
"Actually, you're quite ordinary. I really don't feel any pain."
The smell of blood spread, and those once clear and cold eyes, like ice and snow, gradually became tinged with lust. Fu Wenzhou's favorite thing was Song Qingyou's appearance beneath him.
But this woman just said:
You're pretty ordinary.
ordinary.
hehe.
Fu Wenzhou pressed the tip of his tongue against his lower molars, his eyes dark and unfathomable.
As the winter snow began to melt, a gentle breeze slipped in through the cracks in the window, brushing against the man's lean waist. The next second, Song Qingyou was turned over, her back damp with a thin layer of sweat, her cheek buried in the pillow, emitting soft sobs.
Fu Wenzhou kissed her wet eyes: "Baby, you're too sensitive."
As dawn approached, Song Qingyou finally paid the price for her use of the word "ordinary."
Last night was far too indulgent, and Song Qingyou didn't wake up until the afternoon, getting out of bed still sleepy.
Song Qingyou froze, her earlobes quickly burning, and she hurriedly walked into the bathroom, supporting herself.
In the past, Fu Wenzhou would clean her up afterward, but because of her comment yesterday that it was "ordinary," the man wanted to retaliate by leaving something inside her body.
The hot water in the bathtub was already prepared, and the temperature was just right.
Song Qingyou lay in the bathtub, soaking her aching body, feeling as if she was being completely drained.
She soaked in the bath for two hours before she felt a little better.
After emerging from the bathroom, Fu Wenzhou waited patiently at the door with a tray in his hand.
Song Qingyou glanced at him and sat down in the chair.
Fu Wenzhou immediately put down his plate, grabbed a hairdryer, and started drying her hair.
Song Qingyou coughed a few times, and when she spoke, her voice was incredibly hoarse: "You..."
She was clearly taken aback; she probably expected to become mute, but she didn't expect it to be this bad.
Fu Wenzhou touched his nose guiltily, not daring to utter a sound, and continued his work gently.
"Throw away all that junk," Song Qingyou said in a hoarse voice, her face expressionless.
Fu Wenzhou stopped moving, his voice low: "Why? Last night you weren't..."
"Shut up." Song Qingyou took a deep breath, her cheeks flushed red. "Throw it away."
Fu Wenzhou bent down, lifted her chin, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in a low voice, "Didn't you feel quite comfortable last night, sister? Why did you turn your back on me after we slept together?"
Song Qingyou raised her beautiful eyes slightly, opened her mouth and took a bite out of his hand.
"Tsk," Fu Wenzhou hissed, "Little wildcat."
Despite his words, he didn't pull his hand away, letting her bite him.
After she had bitten enough and let go, he raised his arm to take a look. The teeth marks were deep, but the skin wasn't broken.
Fu Wenzhou raised an eyebrow, somewhat dissatisfied, feeling that he hadn't bitten hard enough to leave a mark.
He reached out his hand, his voice slightly deep: "Youyou, bite harder."
Fu Wenzhou pulled open his collar, revealing a bite mark on his collarbone, with blood seeping out and clear teeth marks.
He said, "Just like last night."
Song Qingyou: ...
Why is he so flamboyant?
Song Qingyou couldn't understand it, and looking at the bite marks on his body, she began to question herself again.
Did she bite that hard last night?
She recalled those blush-inducing scenes for a moment, and Song Qingyou's body grew hotter and hotter, and her breathing became rapid.
The phone rang abruptly, snapping Song Qingyou back to reality.
She reached out and pushed away Fu Wenzhou's handsome face as he leaned in, then answered the phone.
Uncle Chang?
Song Chang said anxiously, "Miss, the news of what happened at the Song family last night has spread. The board of directors is in a huge uproar and is threatening to demand that you come over and give them an explanation, or they will sell all their shares."
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