Fu Wenzhou said he would handle it, and Song Qingyou would no longer interfere.
This earring belongs to Song Ning. She has treasured it like a precious gem for so many years, but now she doesn't even want to look at it again.
Fu Wenzhou stared at her face, lost in thought, his eyes filled with tenderness, and suddenly said, "Youyou, we still have four months before we can get our marriage certificate."
Song Qingyou: "Hmm, what's wrong?"
“It’s been too long,” Fu Wenzhou said.
Song Qingyou smiled helplessly: "We live together every day, and there's no difference between us and a married couple. Why keep worrying about a certificate?"
“Since there’s no difference…” Fu Wenzhou’s voice was deep and magnetic, sounding especially alluring in the dead of night: “Then call me husband.”
Especially those deep, dark eyes, which are full of affection, as if they want to draw people in.
Song Qingyou's brow twitched. She felt that if she continued to stare into those eyes, she would probably be bewitched by them.
But with the puppy sitting so obediently beside her, she couldn't bring herself to refuse.
Song Qingyou paused for a moment, then deliberately opened his eyes and stammered, "Husband."
Fu Wenzhou stared at her, his brows furrowed tightly.
Song Qingyou reached out and smoothed his brow. "What's wrong now?"
Fu Wenzhou didn't speak, but stared at her intently with a burning flame in his eyes.
The heat made Song Qingyou's scalp tingle.
Fu Wenzhou suddenly cursed under his breath.
Song Qingyou's cry of "husband" almost killed him.
Song Qingyou blushed from her ears to her cheeks, glared at him, and was about to speak when her mouth was covered again.
"tasty."
Fu Wenzhou repeated himself, gently pressing his lips against Song Qingyou's, his breath enveloping her in a dense, intimate embrace.
Song Qingyou felt the faint sandalwood scent emanating from Fu Wenzhou, and her mind became hazy from the kisses.
"Stop kissing!" Song Qingyou patted Fu Wenzhou on the back. "Are you not going to eat or not?"
Song Qingyou sighed and tried to push him away.
However, before she could make a move, someone wrapped their arms around her waist from the front, and she felt a warm, wet sensation on her earlobe.
Song Qingyou couldn't help but flinch, trying to push away the man who was messing with her ear, but he quickly moved to bite her collarbone.
She groaned in pain, feeling that this was karma coming back to her.
I shouldn't have called him "husband" on purpose to seduce him.
The man stopped what he was doing, and Song Qingyou looked up suspiciously. This time, Fu Wenzhou did not stop her.
She clearly saw the man's strange expression and the danger lurking in his eyes.
Fu Wenzhou moved his hand from her hair to her face, his fingertips gently caressing her lips, his gaze moving from her eyebrows and eyes, finally settling on her lips.
His voice was hoarse: "I've noticed that you've been..."
He paused.
Song Qingyou asked, "Hmm? What's wrong with me lately?"
Fu Wenzhou leaned closer, his breath brushing against her lips, more alluring than the spring breeze in March: "You're really good at coaxing people."
Song Qingyou's breathing trembled: "Then do you like it?"
Fu Wenzhou chuckled softly, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "Of course I like it. You have no idea how much I want to do you right here!"
He said the last three words through gritted teeth.
Fearing he might actually do something reckless, Song Qingyou quickly said, "This is the living room!"
"I know, so you should be glad we're in the living room right now, and that you haven't eaten yet." Fu Wenzhou said the most terrifying thing in the gentlest tone.
Song Qingyou: "..."
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