The moonlight was dim, and the lights inside the room were faint.
Song Qingyou stepped on Fu Wenzhou's lower abdomen, stopping him from pressing down on her.
Fu Wenzhou's eyes seemed to burn with anxiety, and he pleaded, "Sister, help me..."
Song Qingyou reached out and hooked his collar, her fingertips moving down from his lips to his Adam's apple, where she pressed and pinched it as if by accident. "Fu Wenzhou, will you give it to Fu Nan or not?"
"Why does it have to be him?" Fu Wenzhou's breathing suddenly became rapid, and he said impatiently, "Can't I do it?"
Song Qingyou drawled out the last syllable, with a hint of ambiguity, "If you don't agree, I'll find someone else."
Fu Wenzhou was extremely agitated. He grabbed Song Qingyou's ankle and dragged her in front of him. He suppressed his instincts, racked his brains for a while, and finally compromised after weighing the pros and cons: "Then it's Fu Bei."
Fu Bei is introverted and not as talkative as Fu Nan. He won't speak unless necessary. Compared to Fu Nan, Fu Wenzhou would prefer to place Fu Bei next to Song Qingyou.
Fu Wenzhou's breath almost condensed into a cloud of white mist. Despite doing something vulgar, his eyes were burning with fervor and devotion.
In a low, hoarse voice, he murmured pitifully, "Sister, please..."
A tingling sensation ran down Song Qingyou's spine. After a long while, she sighed, "Don't bite my neck. I have to go to work tomorrow."
No sooner had she finished speaking than she was impatiently pounced on by the hot-bodied man.
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Song Qingyou had seen many sides of Fu Wenzhou, but she still thought he was sexiest after the fact.
That primal sexual tension and the languid energy that comes with satisfaction can make people unconsciously addicted.
Of course, if her body wasn't about to fall apart and she still had energy, she would enjoy it for a few more minutes.
Song Qingyou turned her head away, burying her face in the pillow, almost unable to move, not wanting to look at the man standing at the head of the bed.
Fu Wenzhou brought over the medicine, his brows furrowed slightly and his eyes lowered: "Sister, get up and drink your medicine."
Song Qingyou's ears burned, and she said in a muffled voice, "I won't drink."
The sound came through the pillow, sounding somewhat suffocating to the ear.
With one hand holding the medicine, Fu Wenzhou forced her to turn her body around with the other. He was strong, and even if Song Qingyou was uncooperative, he could flip her over with one hand.
Song Qingyou was quite frightened by his action. She gripped the bed sheet with her fingertips and moved her body slightly. Her whole body ached, and she had no strength to struggle or fuss. So she simply let him do as he pleased.
In fact, Fu Wenzhou was very gentle and patient, but he was facing a fragile Song Qingyou, and the image of Song Qingyou vomiting blood lingered in his mind.
Even now, Fu Wenzhou's complexion is still very bad.
Song Qingyou knew he was upset. Even though he wasn't satisfied, she decisively pulled away and hurriedly got up to get her medicine.
She took the medicine, tilted her head back and drank it, glanced at him, and said softly, "It's not your fault, it's just that I'm not feeling well."
Fu Wenzhou was silent for a moment, his eyes filled with solemnity and seriousness: "I won't do it again."
Song Qingyou was stunned, not reacting for a moment: "What?"
Fu Wenzhou's voice was deep, but his tone was not joking: "I won't do it anymore, not until you're fully recovered."
He could tolerate desire, but he couldn't bear the sight of his beloved vomiting blood beneath him.
He had always overlooked the fact that Youyou had a poor physical condition. The two of them had always been harmonious in this matter. Although he was careful and moved slowly, he still couldn't prevent her from getting hurt.
Song Qingyou was stunned. Fu Wenzhou had just lost his virginity and was young and vigorous. He should be at an age where he was prone to lust. This could be seen from their interactions. She could not control herself when she touched him casually.
But now he says he's not going to do it anymore.
Because he had just vomited blood.
Song Qingyou's eyelashes trembled slightly as she looked up at him: "I told you it has nothing to do with you. Didn't you cough up blood before?"
Fu Wenzhou walked over, hugged her tightly, and whispered, "Youyou, all I want is for you to be safe. I would accept anything, even if it's a platonic relationship for the rest of my life."
Song Qingyou's heart stirred slightly, "Can you hold back?"
Fu Wenzhou said, "You don't believe me?"
"no……"
"I'm going to the hospital tomorrow to have Xiao Fu Wenzhou removed."
"..."
Song Qingyou paused abruptly, raising her eyes in disbelief. His tone was anything but joking, and his expression was serious.
Her eyelids twitched: "Are you crazy?!"
“I’m not crazy.” Fu Wenzhou frowned and said stubbornly, “I told you, I can do anything for you.”
Song Qingyou pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and slapped Fu Wenzhou on the head: "Get off me."
Fu Wenzhou was suddenly hit and felt a little wronged. He opened his mouth but didn't dare to ask, so he obediently stood up and asked, "What happened?"
What's wrong?
He even had the nerve to ask himself what was wrong.
Song Qingyou was speechless and glared at him irritably: "If you like being a saint so much, then you can be one yourself. I have no interest in Plato."
Fu Wenzhou: "..."
He touched his nose. "No, but you're not in good health."
Song Qingyou closed her eyes and said, "I'll say it again, vomiting blood has nothing to do with this."
"Can……"
"If you can't do it, I can find someone else."
"..."
Fu Wenzhou's face suddenly darkened, his gaze fierce and ruthless: "You actually want to go find another man? Who is that other man? Does he know how to serve you? Yes..."
"No." Song Qingyou's voice was calm and even.
"Huh?" Fu Wenzhou looked a little dumbfounded.
Song Qingyou sighed and decided to slack off: "Actually, I feel quite comfortable, I'm really enjoying it..."
Fu Wenzhou's mouth gradually widened: "So this is what you're like, Youyou."
Song Qingyou: "……………………"
She suddenly reached for her phone and searched on Taobao:
Is there any medicine that can poison someone and make them mute?
She really couldn't take it for even a second longer.
Fu Wenzhou was completely unaware that his voice was about to be ruined. After turning around to wash the cup, he clung to Song Qingyou, pulling her into his arms from behind, and said in a low voice, "Although you really want it, sister, you still have to take care of your health. How about we do it once a year?"
"..."
"Six months?"
"..."
"Three months, no more than that."
"..."
"Once a month at most, that's my absolute limit!" Fu Wenzhou said resolutely.
"..." Please stop talking.
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