Song Qingyou was breathing heavily, her voice gradually becoming hoarse, until finally she had no strength left to struggle.
Fu Wenzhou only took a small taste, but felt it wasn't enough and wanted to go further, when a cat behind him meowed a few times in dissatisfaction.
Song Qingyou's dazed pupils gradually focused, and her thoughts, which had been submerged in a sea of desire, slowly returned. Her cheeks were burning red, and her previously pale complexion had disappeared.
She reached out and pushed away Fu Wenzhou's body, which was still trying to go further, and said breathlessly, "Let's...let's eat first."
This time, Fu Wenzhou obediently released her, his voice low and deep: "Hungry?"
Song Qingyou wasn't hungry, but in this situation, she would feel hungry even if she wasn't: "Mmm."
Upon hearing this, Fu Wenzhou indeed stopped making any further moves and picked her up again to carry her downstairs.
Zhouzhou followed closely behind, meowing incessantly. Fu Wenzhou gently kicked it: "No matter how much it meows, it's not yours."
Zhouzhou's fur stood on end, as if it were preparing to attack Fu Wenzhou.
Fu Wenzhou chuckled, "Youyou, see? It's betrayed us."
Song Qingyou's breathing had just evened out. She glanced at him and beckoned to Zhouzhou: "Put me down."
Fu Wenzhou took a few steps and put the person down on a chair. Zhouzhou followed him a few steps after he took a few steps.
The kitten bared its teeth and claws, then darted in front of Song Qingyou in the blink of an eye, smoothing down the bristling fur on its back and immediately changing its attitude.
Fu Wenzhou couldn't stand its sycophantic behavior, so he snorted and went to the chef to serve Song Qingyou rice.
Song Qingyou reached out and stroked Zhouzhou's head. The kitten looked content and let its owner do as she pleased.
Fu Wenzhou came out of the kitchen, placed the bowls and chopsticks in front of Song Qingyou, then went back into the kitchen. When he came out again, he had several disinfectant wipes in his hand.
The man squatted down in front of Song Qingyou and whispered, "Give me your hand."
Song Qingyou hadn't had enough of petting it, so she couldn't resist giving it a few more strokes. The cat's fur was very soft and felt great to the touch.
Fu Wenzhou grabbed the unruly slender white wrist and carefully wiped it with a disinfectant wipe.
Song Qingyou propped herself up on her arms and looked at him: "You've almost made me useless."
Fu Wenzhou smiled and said, "My Youyou suffered too much in her first twenty years, so I want her to live the rest of her life in love."
Song Qingyou's eyebrows curved into a smile as she raised her hand and ruffled Fu Wenzhou's black hair.
It actually feels a bit firmer than a cat's, but Song Qingyou thinks it's just right.
Fu Wenzhou was tall and imposing, and squatting beside him, he was also tall and strong, like a large dog clinging to its owner.
Song Qingyou ran her fingers along the ends of his hair to his ear, pinching the blue earring on his earlobe: "Take this off."
Fu Wenzhou paused, realizing that the earring was Song Ning's "relic" from back then.
Now, times have changed, and everything is different from before.
The meaning of this earring has also changed.
Fu Wenzhou remained silent.
Song Qingyou simply reached out and picked it for him herself: "Let me pick another one for you."
Fu Wenzhou smiled roguishly: "Sure, I couldn't be happier."
Song Qingyou was used to his witty remarks, so she didn't respond to his comment and instead said in a low voice, "I want to start a charity."
"Um?"
Song Qingyou pursed her lips: "I think it's worth it to exchange this earring for the children's healthy bodies."
Fu Wenzhou paused, then grabbed Song Qingyou's chin with his large hand: "Song Xiaoyou, you're worth more than your price."
Song Qingyou finally smiled: "Then you go and do it."
"Alright." Fu Wenzhou always treated Song Qingyou's words as gospel: "I'll do it."
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