Back at Wutong Apartment, Song Chang wanted to apply medicine to Song Qingyou, but Song Qingyou said it was nothing and told him to go do something else.
Song Chang repeatedly reminded her not to forget to apply the medicine, and he only left after Song Qingyou agreed.
Song Qingyou closed the door, breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the untouched ointment on the table, and lay down on the rattan chair.
Based on past experience, this level of injury should heal in about a week at most. She needs to remember this pain so that she can constantly remind herself what she should and shouldn't do.
Song Qingyou changed out of her blood-stained clothes, lay down on the rattan chair, and looked out the window. The north wind was howling, and snow had started to fall from the sky.
Song Qingyou reached out her hand, trying to catch the snowflakes flying in from the window, but not a single one landed in her palm.
She stood there stunned for a moment, and just as she was about to withdraw her hand, a mechanical voice suddenly came to her ears.
"Welcome back to Song Qingyou and Fu Wenzhou's home."
Fu Wenzhou walked in, covered in snowflakes, his ears red from the cold, but his voice was cheerful.
“Youyou, the winter jujubes in Linhai are ripe. Don’t you like them? I drove there early this morning and picked a basketful. These things don’t keep well, so I didn’t dare pick too many, in case you can’t finish them.”
He changed his shoes as he spoke, his eyebrows raised, as if afraid the jujubes would get covered in snow, so he hid them in his clothes.
As soon as he got home, he took it out like a treasure and headed towards Song Qingyou.
He was backlit, so his features were not clearly visible.
As the footsteps drew closer, the face gradually became clearer.
Fu Wenzhou walked out of the light.
Song Qingyou was stunned.
She saw the snow, and she also saw her human world.
"Why is the window open?" Fu Wenzhou walked closer and saw that snowflakes were drifting in, along with a gust of wind that stung his face. He frowned and closed the window. "The wind is so strong and you still keep it open. Why don't you ever take your health seriously?"
His tone was reproachful, but his eyes showed concern.
Fu Wenzhou squatted down, placed the basket on the coffee table beside him, took out a fruit from it, and brought it to his lips: "Try it, they're all fresh."
Song Qingyou opened her lips, but did not take the jujube: "Linhai is 350 kilometers away from here. You came all this way just to pick a few jujubes?"
Fu Wenzhou raised an eyebrow and smiled: "Not a few, but a whole basket."
Song Qingyou looked at him without saying anything.
It's 350 kilometers, and it takes almost eight hours to drive there and back. I traveled such a long distance just to pick winter dates for her.
Song Qingyou raised her hand and massaged his earlobe; it was very cold.
Fu Wenzhou took her hand off his: "You eat first, I'm going to take a hot shower."
He didn't want to pass the cold air on to her.
Song Qingyou pulled him, slowly leaned down, and hugged his waist.
Fu Wenzhou froze, his mind went blank, all he could think about was Song Qingyou hugging him!
His Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, afraid that his body would be too cold for her, yet he really couldn't bear to push her away.
Song Qingyou closed her eyes, her eyes glistening with moisture: "Fu Wenzhou."
"Hmm?" Fu Wenzhou said, his mouth dry. "Youyou, let go. I'm too cold. Wait until I take a hot shower and come back. You can hug me however you want, okay? Be good..."
"I went to the Song family today."
Fu Wenzhou's words of comforting her caught in his throat. He paused several times before frowning and saying, "Why did you go back there for no reason? Did Song Yuan ask you to go back again?"
"Hmm." Song Qingyou said softly, "Song Wei is back, and Song Yuan asked me to go back to welcome her back. How ridiculous! I stood there watching that family take over my house and act all high and mighty."
Song Qingyou's voice trembled: "That was clearly my maternal grandfather's and my mother's house, it was my home..."
Fu Wenzhou was dressed very warmly, but he could still sense that Song Qingyou was crying. His shoulder felt like it was being burned by her tears. His eyes darkened, and he patiently asked, "What did Song Yuan do to you?"
“He asked me to leave Shiyu, but I didn’t agree.” Song Qingyou’s fingers tightened. “So he hit me.”
"He hit you?!" Fu Wenzhou's tone changed abruptly, his eyes filled with anger. He pulled Song Qingyou straight and examined her body: "Where did he hit you?"
Every word was laced with boundless rage.
Song Qingyou got her wish and saw the mad dog get angry, and saw him worry about her and feel sorry for her.
Fu Wenzhou finally noticed the scars on her arm, and his expression suddenly turned sinister, filled with a murderous aura.
"Does Song Yuan think he's lived too long?" he said through gritted teeth, enunciating each word clearly.
“Fu Wenzhou, let’s do it,” Song Qingyou suddenly said.
Fu Wenzhou thought he had misheard: "Which hand did he use to hit you, huh?"
Song Qingyou leaned down and kissed his lips, repeating, "Let's do it, I want to do it with you."
Fu Wenzhou frowned: "Apply the medicine first, Youyou."
He got up to get his medicine.
Song Qingyou gripped his clothes tightly, her gaze intense: "Fu Wenzhou, are you impotent?"
"..."
The moment she was filled, her empty heart was filled.
She needs reassurance that she is loved.
She desperately needs love.
Not just a little, but the whole thing.
She needs all of Fu Wenzhou's love. If there is anything else mixed in with this love, she doesn't want it. She wants Fu Wenzhou's love to be overflowing, and she, Song Qingyou, to be the only one in his world.
Song Qingyou has forced herself to be patient since she was a child. At all times, she is calm, objective, and detached from her emotions.
But now her mind is filled with crazy thoughts, and she only wants to sink into depravity with him.
Song Qingyou thought to herself, "It's over."
Spending too much time with mad dogs will drive you crazy too.
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