The only sound in the room was their breathing.
Song Qingyou gently poked Fu Wenzhou's forehead with her slender white fingertips: "Don't talk nonsense."
Fu Wenzhou opened his eyes, his dark pupils reflecting Song Qingyou's slender figure, his gaze focused and obsessive: "I'm very serious."
Song Qingyou paused for two seconds, then slowly smiled and said, "Okay, I understand."
Fu Wenzhou said softly, "I heard that the nights in Y country are very beautiful, Youyou, I want to watch the stars with you."
Song Qingyou had a video conference tonight, but after thinking about it, she figured postponing it to tomorrow wouldn't be a bad idea. Without hesitating for a few seconds, she said, "Okay."
Fu Wenzhou immediately cheered up and sat there obediently waiting for Song Qingyou to cut his hair.
Song Qingyou has never cut hair for anyone; she has only ever trimmed the fur of Yan Miao's Samoyed.
But since it's all about trimming hair, there shouldn't be much difference between a person and a dog, right?
Song Qingyou was a little nervous. "Don't move around."
Fu Wenzhou: "I didn't move."
"Okay," Song Qingyou said, "Just don't move around."
Fu Wenzhou: "..."
A hint of a smile appeared in his eyes as he tilted his head slightly and brought his thin lips close to her ear: "Youyou, don't be nervous."
Song Qingyou glared at him: "What do I have to be nervous about? If you mess it up, you'll look ugly, not me."
Fu Wenzhou's lips curved into a smile, his clear voice softened with a touch of gentleness: "Hmm, you're not nervous."
My hands were shaking.
Fu Wenzhou couldn't help but think that Youyou was adorable.
The thought that only he could see this side of himself filled him with joy and satisfaction.
Song Qingyou carefully cut his hair, and when she felt it was too even, she cut it into smaller pieces. She followed a haircutting video she saw online and cut his hair vertically.
As a result, they used too much force and cut a hole in it.
Song Qingyou's lips twitched, her competitive spirit rising. She refused to believe that she could cut her bangs badly.
She trimmed it again, following the cut, and then cut it shorter and shorter. Seeing that it was about to disappear completely, Song Qingyou finally stopped and said in frustration, "It's so ugly."
Fu Wenzhou didn't care at all. He took the mirror from Song Qingyou and looked at himself for a few moments. "It's alright. Where's the ugliness?"
Song Qingyou felt that his love was somewhat blind.
Fu Wenzhou casually brushed a few stray hairs aside and said sincerely, "It's really not ugly, Youyou. I think it looks pretty good. You can tell this is the work of a master. It's very well-designed and unique. You won't have the same hairstyle as anyone else when you go out."
Song Qingyou was so convinced by him that she began to doubt her own taste: "Really?"
Fu Wenzhou affirmed, "Of course it's true. Would I lie to you?"
His tone was so sincere that Song Qingyou's depressed mood vanished, and a smile appeared in her eyes: "Although it looked pretty bad at first glance, it looks good after a second look."
Song Qingyou rarely failed anything from a young age. She started learning music, chess, calligraphy and painting at the age of three, and her grades were always the best in her grade. Later, she became a gifted student in medicine and became the teacher's favorite student. In a sense, she was the kind of child that everyone admired.
So she felt quite frustrated about messing up Fu Wenzhou's hair earlier.
But Fu Wenzhou said it looked very good.
Song Qingyou trusted Fu Wenzhou's judgment.
Fu Wenzhou pressed his advantage, "Sister, may I make a request?"
"What?" Song Qingyou thought the puppy was quite well-behaved today, and as long as it wasn't too much, she could still satisfy him.
Fu Wenzhou hugged Song Qingyou, his eyes pleading, "Can you kiss me?"
Song Qingyou slightly raised her eyelids. He was too tall; she had to tilt her head back to see the man's chin. "Lower your head."
Fu Wenzhou then bent down to look Song Qingyou in the eye.
His lips were a vibrant color, and there was a slight abrasion on them, with scabs forming where the skin had broken, which added an unexpected touch of sexiness.
Song Qingyou gently stroked the scabbed corner of her lips with her index finger, her eyes overflowing with heartache. She slowly leaned closer and lightly kissed the scabbed area.
As his tongue traced the wound, Fu Wenzhou's breathing became heavier.
He endured it, waiting for Song Qingyou to take the initiative.
This was a kiss that couldn't be purer.
Song Qingyou slowly raised her eyes, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him again with delicate, dense kisses, lingering on Fu Wenzhou's eyelashes before slowly moving downwards.
Fu Wenzhou's eyes were filled with tenderness as he gazed deeply at her, handing the initiative to Song Qingyou.
He liked and enjoyed Song Qingyou's initiative.
Song Qingyou cupped his face in her hands and kissed the man's lips again and again, without any rhyme or reason, yet extremely provocative.
Fu Wenzhou cursed under his breath; he was about to lose his temper.
Song Qingyou's eyes were misty and alluring. She lifted the man's chin with her index finger, slowly lowering it until it stopped at his Adam's apple.
Just as Fu Wenzhou was impatiently waiting for her next move.
A sly glint flashed in Song Qingyou's eyes, and a faint smile played on her lips: "It's over."
He then slowly stepped back, saying in a relaxed tone, "I'm satisfied."
Fu Wenzhou's heart was burning with desire, his body was about to explode from her teasing, but then she said it was over.
They really shot themselves in the foot.
In the end, it was he who was uncomfortable.
Fu Wenzhou narrowed his eyes, stared at Song Qingyou for a few seconds, then pulled her into his arms, not giving her a chance to struggle, and pressed his thin lips against hers.
It was fierce and unrestrained, and then gradually went too far.
He can kiss anyone he wants.
Fu Wenzhou only let go of Song Qingyou when she was almost suffocating, and then he was satisfied with his "masterpiece".
Song Qingyou's lips were red and swollen, looking incredibly luscious.
They were clearly bullied badly.
She was breathing heavily and glared at Fu Wenzhou: "Don't do that again... um!"
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