That night, all was quiet.
Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Song Qingyou's ears were flushed red as she was forced to admire the man's body.
Fu Wenzhou's physique is honestly no worse than that of celebrities. He doesn't have those bulging muscles; every muscle is perfectly proportioned.
She always knew that he was not only good-looking, but also had great muscle definition.
But this was the first time Song Qingyou realized that when men got wild, it was almost unbearable to look at them directly.
Just like now, she doesn't necessarily have to look, but if she doesn't look, Fu Wenzhou will stare at her with a hurt look on his face and ask her if she dislikes him.
How could she dare?
She was afraid that if she looked at it for even a second, she would suffer even more.
She understands men too well.
She can't not look at it, but she can't look at it for too long either.
If you don't look at it, people will say you're disgusted; if you look at it for too long, people will say you're coveting it.
So she could only stare at her, trying to think about work and distract herself.
When Fu Wenzhou noticed that she was daydreaming, his handsome face suddenly darkened.
At this moment, he truly doubted whether Song Qingyou's words on the way back, saying she didn't mind him, were just a lie.
Has she become so indifferent that she can stare blankly at her own body without batting an eye?
Song Qingyou keenly sensed the sudden drop in temperature around her, and she couldn't help but shiver.
She quickly came to her senses and saw Fu Wenzhou staring at her intently.
She could almost see him with his ears drooping and his tail hanging dejectedly on the ground.
Song Qingyou felt a chill run down her spine and quickly said, "It's beautiful!"
This use of the word "good-looking" is clearly a sign of a survival instinct.
Fu Wenzhou merely twitched the corner of his mouth and gave a cold snort.
Song Qingyou: "..."
It's over.
Fu Wenzhou climbed into bed without saying a word, turned over, and lay down with his back to her.
Song Qingyou called out guiltily, "Fu Wenzhou?"
Fu Wenzhou ignored him, his eyes closed as if he were asleep.
Song Qingyou had no choice but to move closer and poked his shoulder with her index finger. "President Fu?"
Fu Wenzhou remained silent.
His pomelo was so hurtful.
He demonstrated diligently for a long time, but she actually lost focus!
This time, no matter how much she pleaded, he wasn't going to forgive her easily.
Let her know that she also has a temper.
Song Qingyou nudged him again: "Asleep?"
Fu Wenzhou remained silent.
"Okay," Song Qingyou said to herself, "Goodnight then."
After she finished speaking, she reached out and turned off the light, then went to sleep.
Fu Wenzhou opened his eyes in disbelief, his dark pupils filled with disbelief!
The next second, he suddenly flipped over and pinned her down: "Song Qingyou!"
He called her name through gritted teeth, only to find that the little woman beneath him was not asleep at all, but was smiling at him with her lips pursed.
The nightlight cast a warm, yellow glow, making her features appear exceptionally soft and beautiful in the shadows.
Even though her eyes were dark and unfathomable, Fu Wenzhou suddenly had the illusion that his own image was reflected in her eyes and heart.
Fu Wenzhou's throat tightened, as if a hole had been pierced through his heart. The moment he saw that face, he forgot everything else.
Song Qingyou's pale lips parted slightly: "I was wrong."
Fu Wenzhou's heart trembled, but his face remained indifferent. "Mm."
Song Qingyou raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck, then leaned in and gently kissed his tightly pursed lips.
A kiss as light as a feather was, to Fu Wenzhou, as potent as the strongest medicine in the world.
It captivated him, making him lose his senses.
She gazed at him with a smile and said, "You don't need to prove to me how good you are."
"Fu Wenzhou, you will always be the best to me."
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