In her half-awake state, Song Qingyou felt a warm, cozy stove pressed against her back.
The body, which had been curled up due to the cold, slowly stretched out and moved back a little, pressing even closer to the heat source on its back.
"Hiss," Fu Wenzhou groaned, a thin layer of sweat beading on his forehead. He endured the discomfort but did not pull away. He stretched out his long arm and pulled Song Qingyou into his embrace.
His lips rubbed against Song Qingyou's neck, his voice sounding suppressed and aggrieved: "Youyou, I haven't eaten. I've been waiting for you."
Still half-asleep, Song Qingyou didn't hear clearly, but subconsciously opened her lips and asked, "Hmm?"
Fu Wenzhou moved his kiss up the girl's neck and gently kissed her earlobe: "You've never called me brother."
Song Qingyou felt ticklish from the kiss, opened her sleepy eyelids, and dodged away: "You're younger than me."
Fu Wenzhou was stunned, but only for a moment. His eyebrows furrowed, and he bit down on the soft flesh as if punishing someone: "Then you can call me brother."
Song Qingyou was extremely sleepy and didn't reply to him. Just as she was about to fall asleep with her eyes closed, he gently kissed her, waking her up.
When the passion reached its peak, Song Qingyou, panting heavily, cried out to stop.
Fu Wenzhou refused to let her go; the two shadows on the dim wall seemed to intertwine, and large beads of sweat rolled down his face.
"Song Qingyou, call me brother." The man's voice was hoarse and filled with intense lust. His tone was fierce, but his movements were slow and gentle.
"No...get away from me." Her neck arched back, her voice trembling with despair: "Fu Wenzhou, you're disobedient."
Fu Wenzhou's eyes were dark and deep, terrifying and manic. He leaned down and kissed Song Qingyou's ear. Song Qingyou turned her head to avoid it, but he chased after her and couldn't escape in the end.
"Call me brother." He lifted Song Qingyou's hands and fixed them on his shoulders, coaxing her softly, his voice extremely hoarse: "Be good, Youyou, call me brother."
He deliberately slowed down, showing great patience. Song Qingyou's breathing trembled, and finally, unable to bear it any longer, she let out a soft cry.
"elder brother……"
Fu Wenzhou sighed contentedly, then pulled the person beneath him into a tight embrace, surrendering himself entirely to her.
The next morning, the snow that had fallen all night had turned the outside of the window white, and the sunlight shone on the windowsill, filling the room with a beautiful glow.
It was nearly noon when Song Qingyou slowly opened her eyes. She moved, but her waist felt sore and weak, and she had no strength in her bones.
Song Qingyou raised her hand to look for her phone, but found teeth marks even between her fingers. Thinking of what happened last night, her expression changed. Then she remembered how Fu Wenzhou forced her to call him "brother," and her cheeks flushed slightly, feeling both ashamed and angry.
The door was pushed open, and Fu Wenzhou came in carrying milk, his face showing a satisfied look. "Youyou, wake up."
The thought of Song Qingyou calling him "brother" last night made her not want to talk to him at all. She turned her face away, put on her clothes, and didn't go to take the glass of milk.
Fu Wenzhou followed behind her and sighed, "Why is my sister so vengeful?"
"..."
Song Qingyou suddenly turned around and glared at him, "Now you're calling me 'sister'?"
"I was wrong." Fu Wenzhou said he was wrong, but his face showed no sign of having done anything wrong. "Sister, drink the milk."
Song Qingyou's legs were trembling, weak and sore. She had to force herself to walk even a few steps. As soon as she entered the bathroom, she left Fu Wenzhou and the glass of milk outside.
As she turned around, she finally couldn't hold on any longer and stood up while leaning against the sink, her face turning red and then black.
I finally couldn't help but curse, "You beast!"
It took Song Qingyou a long time to open the door and go out. Fu Wenzhou stood there without moving, holding the milk. When he saw her come out, he said in a low voice, "I'll go heat up the milk."
She paused, then asked, "Do you want me to carry you, sister?"
Song Qingyou: "..."
Now she was truly enraged: "Fu Wenzhou!"
Fu Wenzhou chuckled softly, bent down, and lifted the person up with one hand, carrying the milk in one hand and the person in the other as he walked out.
Song Qingyou was furious but dared not struggle, afraid that if she moved too much, the milk would spill.
Fu Wenzhou gently placed her on the sofa, then heated up some milk and brought it back to her.
This time, Song Qingyou didn't refuse. She had used up too much energy and was indeed a little hungry.
After she finished her milk, Fu Wenzhou served her a bowl of porridge. Song Qingyou had been exhausted last night and her arms were too weak to move.
Seeing that she didn't raise her hand, Fu Wenzhou squatted down beside her, scooped up a spoonful of water and brought it to her lips: "Youyou, open your mouth."
Song Qingyou glanced at him, her red lips parted slightly, and the fragrant, soft rice porridge filled her mouth, melting instantly in her mouth.
She raised an eyebrow: "How long did you stay up?"
Fu Wenzhou scooped up another spoonful: "I simmered it for three hours last night, and then simmered it on low heat in a clay pot for another four hours this morning. Is it good?"
Song Qingyou opened her mouth and ate it, saying vaguely, "It's alright."
It actually tastes very good, but Song Qingyou is still angry and doesn't want to praise it.
Fu Wenzhou squatted there and fed her spoonful by spoonful. After Song Qingyou finished eating and drinking, she was less irritable. She reached out and rubbed his black hair a couple of times, feeling that it felt better and better than Zhouzhou's.
Thinking of Zhouzhou, she suddenly asked, "Where's Zhouzhou?"
Fu Wenzhou said casually, "She was sent to the hospital for sterilization."
Song Qingyou: "...You really sent it?"
"Hmm." Fu Wenzhou responded casually, "The doctor said it's best for the parents not to be around during the surgery, otherwise the cat might retaliate afterward."
Song Qingyou choked for a moment, thinking to herself, "You've already made it infertile, and you're still afraid of retaliation..."
The doorbell rang suddenly, and Song Qingyou kicked Fu Wenzhou: "Go open the door."
Fu Wenzhou grabbed her ankle with his large hand. Song Qingyou wasn't wearing socks, and the instep of her foot was snow-white. He kissed it before getting up, but not towards the door.
Song Qingyou frowned in confusion, just about to ask him why he didn't open the door, when she saw him turn back with a pair of fluffy socks in his hand.
The doorbell rang urgently.
Song Qingyou urged him, "Open the door."
Fu Wenzhou squatted down in front of her, held her ankles in his palms and placed her white jade feet on his lap. He took out socks and put them on her before getting up to open the door.
When the door opened, Fu Wenzhou's expression immediately changed, turning visibly cold.
He was tall and had long legs, so Song Qingyou couldn't see the person outside the door. She asked, "Is that Uncle Chang?"
Fu Wenzhou's smile faded little by little, his voice colder than the coldest winter day in December: "It's your Brother Li."
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