After Liang Muchuan and the other two left, the villa returned to calm.
After a busy day, Song Qingyou accompanied Song Chang to look at houses in the evening. Now that she was relaxing, she felt like her bones were about to fall apart. She turned to look at Fu Wenzhou and saw that his eyes were fixed on her, and his black pupils reflected her thin figure.
Song Qingyou thought he had something to say, so she waited patiently. After a few seconds, seeing that he still didn't speak, she asked in confusion, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Fu Wenzhou suddenly pulled her into his arms, his voice deep and husky, "Youyou, you were feeling sorry for me just now, weren't you?"
He was quite forceful, and his tone was a mix of grievance and hidden pleasure. The skin against her waist felt hot, which quickly spread to her earlobes.
She's capable of saying all sorts of vulgar things in bed, yet she always manages to reveal her innocence in unexpected ways.
The extreme contradictions in him are particularly sexy and alluring.
Song Qingyou leaned in and bit the corner of his lip, chuckling softly, but her laughter quickly faded.
The two were very close, almost skin to skin, and she could feel Fu Wenzhou's changes almost immediately.
Sensing something was wrong, Song Qingyou shoved him away without hesitation, staring at him warily: "You said last night, once a month, do you want to go back on your word?"
Fu Wenzhou looked slightly embarrassed. His body had no resistance to Song Qingyou, and he muttered, "I know, I didn't do anything."
Song Qingyou didn't believe him at all. "I'm going to take a shower. Don't follow me."
Fu Wenzhou paused in his steps, reluctantly saying, "I already told you I wouldn't touch you, let's shower together."
Song Qingyou: "No."
Fu Wenzhou watched her retreating figure as she went upstairs with a complicated expression: "Weren't you still very unsatisfied last night? Why are you turning your back on me today?"
Song Qingyou turned around and glared at him: "Would it kill you to say less?"
Fu Wenzhou was scolded and looked ashamed, not daring to say a word.
Remembering that Song Qingyou had asked him to cut his hair that morning, he reached up and touched the back of his head, and immediately asked his assistant to make an appointment with a hairstylist.
When Song Qingyou came out after taking a shower, she saw Fu Wenzhou sitting lazily on the bed, flipping through the medical book she had casually placed on the table.
She dried her hair and asked, "Can you understand it?"
Fu Wenzhou was very honest: "I don't understand."
Song Qingyou: "...Then what are you looking at?"
Fu Wenzhou sat up straight, stretched out his long arm, and pulled Song Qingyou into his arms. He placed his large hand on the back of her hand and rubbed her delicate white and tender palm with his fingertips.
"Youyou, I'm going on a business trip overseas tomorrow," Fu Wenzhou said in a low voice.
Song Qingyou paused for a moment, and after five seconds she heard her own voice: "Why did you suddenly go on a business trip?"
Fu Wenzhou pressed his lips against the back of her neck, teasing her: "There's a project to discuss, it'll probably take about a week."
A week isn't a very long time.
Song Qingyou hummed in agreement. "What time is your flight?"
Fu Wenzhou's eyes lit up with delight: "You're going to give it to me!"
Song Qingyou glanced at him. "I was just asking."
“…Oh.” The puppy’s tail drooped: “Ten o’clock.”
Song Qingyou couldn't help but smile slightly, saying, "I'll pick you up when you come back."
The puppy's tail perked up again: "You said it, you can't go back on your word."
"Um."
Before she could finish speaking, Song Qingyou was pinned down on the bed and given a long, lingering kiss.
Tonight, there is neither wind nor rain, and it is exceptionally quiet.
The next morning, as sunlight pierced through the thin mist, Song Qingyou woke up rubbing her sleepy eyes. When she looked up, she saw a face magnified in front of her, which startled her so much that she coughed violently.
Fu Wenzhou's expression changed, and he kept patting her back to help her breathe, "How are you? Are you feeling any better?"
Song Qingyou coughed a few times before stopping, and her gaze fell on the other person again.
She couldn't describe how she felt at that moment, only that her heart was pounding and seemed to be racing.
The man had a few loose strands of hair casually cut across his forehead, and his black hair around his ears was neat and crisp, but it extended slightly at the ends, creating distinct layers. The length of his hair at the ends perfectly covered the large tattoo on the back of his neck, making it appear both hidden and mysterious.
This flamboyant and unrestrained hairstyle, paired with those bold, sharp, and deep-set features, exudes an indescribable sexiness and danger.
It's a face that can easily drive people crazy.
Song Qingyou was stunned and felt a pang of regret.
She shouldn't have let him cut off the wolf's tail.
It's incredibly persuasive.
Otherwise, why would her heart be beating so fast?
Fu Wenzhou assumed that her blushing was because she was in pain. His heart clenched, and he said in a deep voice, "It's okay, Youyou, it will be alright, it will definitely be alright."
Song Qingyou's gaze was unfocused, and she nodded vaguely. Clutching her increasingly rapid heartbeat, she struggled to get up and go to the bathroom to wash up.
In just a few steps, Song Qingyou looked back three times.
Finally, she slammed the door shut and looked at herself in the mirror; her ears were already bright red.
Fu Wenzhou noticed that Song Qingyou had been deliberately avoiding him all morning, sitting far away from him during meals. When Song Qingyou avoided his gaze again, he finally couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with you? Is it because my hairstyle doesn't look good? But didn't you ask me to cut it...?"
Towards the end, her voice became somewhat aggrieved and pitiful, as if she were making an accusation.
Song Qingyou was inwardly panicking, but outwardly remained calm: "No, it's very beautiful."
Fu Wenzhou was clearly incredulous: "Really?"
Song Qingyou nodded: "Really."
Fu Wenzhou narrowed his eyes: "Then why are you avoiding me?"
"..." Song Qingyou was silent for a few seconds, then calmly said, "Because beauty can mislead people."
Fu Wenzhou was stunned for a while before he reacted. His mouth immediately grinned, and his whole body, down to the last strand of hair, exuded smugness: "Youyou, you can't just love my face. Actually, I'm pretty good in other ways too, like in bed."
Song Qingyou: "..."
She knew all along that she shouldn't have told the truth.
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