The two had been intimate before, and had even done the most intimate things together, but this was the first time she had seen his body so directly.
Song Qingyou's ears turned red without her realizing it. She hurriedly lowered her head, abandoning her usual aloof and elegant demeanor, and picked up Zhouzhou from the ground, trying to cover up her embarrassment: "Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"
Normally, seeing her so shy, Mad Dog would have already swarmed her, but he was in a bad mood today.
It restrained itself from getting too close to its owner.
"Is this the only room the Jiang family has booked?"
Fu Wenzhou spoke with a sullen face, using a voice he thought sounded cold, but little did he know that he couldn't be cold at all in front of Song Qingyou, and even if he tried, it wouldn't be convincing.
The flush on Song Qingyou's face slowly faded, and her brows furrowed slightly. "Are you trying to get rid of me?"
Fu Wenzhou: "..."
That's not what he meant at all.
Fu Wenzhou's face darkened, and after a long pause, he managed to stammer, "I didn't say that."
Song Qingyou looked at him for a few seconds, then said, "I'll have Uncle Chang open another room. You can get some rest."
Fu Wenzhou was furious. Seeing that she was about to leave, he stepped forward, picked her up by the waist, and threw her onto the bed with controlled force.
Song Qingyou was already startled by his sudden action, but then he threw it.
Her face immediately turned cold: "Fu Wenzhou, are you crazy?"
Fu Wenzhou gritted his teeth, "Am I crazy?"
Song Qingyou looked up at him and said, "If you're not sick, why are you acting crazy? If you're unhappy, just say so. Nobody's making you keep it to yourself."
Fu Wenzhou pursed his lips, his eyes gradually turning red, and a sinister and wicked smile flashed across his lips: "Song Qingyou, you're just taking advantage of the fact that I like you, which is why you're hurting me so recklessly."
Song Qingyou's heart skipped a beat, her eyes flashing. "You think... I'm hurting you?"
Fu Wenzhou bent down and reached out to pinch Song Qingyou's chin.
His voice was low and husky, like a well that had been sealed for many years before being opened, even his breathing was covered with a thick layer of dust: "I ask you, what are we now? Boyfriend and girlfriend? Business partners? Or... lovers who can't see the light of day?"
He practically forced the last two words out through clenched teeth, his dark eyes locking onto Song Qingyou's lips, his fingertips trembling slightly, as if afraid that she might utter something he didn't want to hear.
Song Qingyou's breathing quickened, and her heart ached in waves. She tried hard to keep herself from coughing at this moment: "What do you want?"
Fu Wenzhou frowned deeply: "What?"
Song Qingyou calmed her breathing, her eyes cold and clear: "What do you want from me?"
Fu Wenzhou was stunned.
Song Qingyou said, word by word, "I'm going to die, Fu Wenzhou. I can't give you what you want. And isn't what we're doing now good enough?"
"Good? Good my ass!" Fu Wenzhou's expression suddenly turned ferocious, his eyes filled with malice: "I told you I would find Master Yunfang, why won't you believe me!"
His voice was hoarse as he gently stroked her cheek with his palm: "Youyou, don't provoke me."
Zhouzhou huddled in the corner, too afraid to approach, and let out a soft meow.
Song Qingyou sighed, seemingly in resignation: "I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to get involved."
The Song family is a cesspool, full of all sorts of monsters and demons. She's already exhausted enough dealing with them all by herself, why drag him into it as well?
Fu Wenzhou's eyes reddened, and he rolled over, pinning her beneath him. His fingertips traced the outline of Song Qingyou's eyebrows and eyes: "Am I really that shameful...?"
Song Qingyou was stunned. Her little dog seemed to be crying.
She always thought that the two of them had reached a consensus that as long as they didn't think too much about this ambiguous relationship, they could just let it go and that would be how it would be.
But Fu Wenzhou doesn't seem to think that way.
Song Qingyou felt a sharp pain in her chest, and suddenly remembered that he seemed to be crying when she woke up that day.
She raised her hand, her fingertips hovering near Fu Wenzhou's lips. Hesitation flashed in her eyes, but she finally placed her hand on his lips. "Fu Wenzhou, did I not tell you that I like you too?"
Fu Wenzhou froze abruptly. At this moment, his possessiveness churned repeatedly in his heart, reaching its peak. His Adam's apple bobbed twice, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and the fingertips that were pressed against her cheek curled up slightly.
His voice was deep and hoarse, tinged with a cautious probing: "Youyou, what did you just say?"
Song Qingyou's tea-colored pupils gleamed as she tilted her head back and leaned closer.
When their lips met, Fu Wenzhou's heart skipped a beat.
With eyes closed, they took the initiative without hesitation, their lips and tongues entwined, the sounds particularly ambiguous and alluring in the dark night.
Song Qingyou was breathing heavily and pushed him away. Fu Wenzhou was afraid she would cough, so he didn't dare to kiss her so hard anymore, and just kissed her lightly.
Song Qingyou was annoyed by his endless kissing; it was so tedious.
Turning her face away to stop him from kissing her: "Fu Wenzhou, stop kissing me..."
When she opened her mouth, even her voice was charming and alluring.
Fu Wenzhou's Adam's apple bobbed several times as he stared at Song Qingyou with the eyes of a hunter eyeing his prey, not daring to blink for fear that if he did, his prey would escape.
Song Qingyou's cheeks flushed bright red. She was secretly annoyed that the heating in Binhai was so strong, otherwise why would Fu Wenzhou's back be covered in sweat?
Fu Wenzhou buried his head in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent.
His hair has grown a bit longer now, and Song Qingyou felt itchy, so she shrank her neck.
"Don't move," Fu Wenzhou said in a hoarse voice. "Let me smell it."
Song Qingyou: "..."
He was shirtless and pressed against her, making Song Qingyou feel a little hot, but she held back and didn't say anything.
"Youyou," Fu Wenzhou said, "I want to hear you say it again."
He coaxed her to repeat it again in a soft voice, biting the back of her neck with his canines, controlling his strength so as not to hurt her.
Song Qingyou has a cold personality. The Song family taught her from a young age to weigh the pros and cons and to be cold-blooded and ruthless. So when Fu Wenzhou knelt in the rain three years ago and begged her not to marry him, she only thought that the boy was adorably silly.
What's the point of love?
She saw in Song Yuan the most insignificant thing in the world: love.
Therefore, she rarely indulges her emotions; self-control is something she learned from a young age.
But Fu Wenzhou was the complete opposite of her; his love was clean, pure, passionate, and sincere.
For three years, he had kept her awake at night, and she was afraid that she would wake up to find a man lying next to her.
She was afraid of him, annoyed by him, and used harsh words to hurt him.
All of this was to no avail; he would still come after her next time.
But if she really wanted to hide for those three years, how could she not have escaped?
Even the affection she never mentioned was easily expressed to appease the puppy when it was angry or upset.
Subconsciously, Song Qingyou was indulging him.
"Stop fooling around." Song Qingyou touched his earlobe. "I'll only say it once."
Fu Wenzhou's palm tightened slightly; she was so stingy with even expressing her feelings.
He comforted himself, telling himself it was okay, as long as she liked him.
Fu Wenzhou gently pulled Song Qingyou into his arms, following her waist, and whispered, "Sister, I want a title, is that alright?"
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