Fu Wenzhou frowned slightly: "Has something happened outside?"
Song Qingyou paused in pouring water, her tone flat: "When I went upstairs, I saw Li Ruo in Song Chen's room, and then a lot of doctors went in. Something must have happened to Song Chen."
Fu Wenzhou raised an eyebrow: "He's not dead yet?"
Song Qingyou handed him water and chuckled softly, "He won't die."
Fu Wenzhou snorted coldly, "Youyou, come here."
Song Qingyou looked at him with a puzzled expression.
Fu Wenzhou said, "I want to hug you."
Song Qingyou pursed her lips and slowly walked over. Before she could even stand still, Fu Wenzhou pulled her into his arms.
She hurriedly tried to get up: "Fu Wenzhou, you're still injured!"
Fu Wenzhou grinned arrogantly: "The injuries I sustained in underground boxing matches were much more serious than this. Don't worry, I'm fine."
Song Qingyou was held tightly by him, and she didn't dare to struggle for fear of touching his wound. She glared at him angrily and said, "Your leg was almost ruined, do you know that?"
Fu Wenzhou stared into Song Qingyou's eyes, his palm stroking the white gauze wrapped around her neck, his heart aching terribly.
God knows how terrified he was when he saw Song Qingyou tied up, with the knife tip pressed against her neck; the slightest movement would sever her carotid artery.
Fu Wenzhou still feels lingering fear when he thinks about it now. Let alone stabbing himself twice, he would have done so without hesitation even if Song Chen had told him to die.
He couldn't bear to see his Youyou suffer even the slightest harm.
“It won’t be ruined, I know what I’m doing,” Fu Wenzhou said in a low voice.
In that tiny space, they could only hear each other's breathing.
Song Qingyou's ears felt hot; thinking of Fu Wenzhou's leg injury, she still felt lingering fear.
Fu Wenzhou kissed her earlobe and whispered, "Youyou, I'll have someone follow you during this time, don't be upset."
Song Qingyou nodded.
Even if Fu Wenzhou didn't arrange bodyguards, she would still have Song Chang send a few people over.
Song Chen had just returned from Binhai, how could he know her itinerary? Who told him?
Song Qingyou suspected that she was being followed, and Fu Wenzhou probably guessed it as well, which is why he suggested having someone follow her.
When Fu Wenzhou saw that she agreed, his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, was slightly relieved. With such a warm and soft woman in his arms, he was not a saint and could remain unmoved.
After a short while, the man's palms began to wander.
Song Qingyou patted him on the shoulder: "Stop fooling around."
Fu Wenzhou buried his head in her neck, rubbing against her collarbone, his breathing heavy: "Youyou."
Song Qingyou: "..."
She was speechless for a moment, then subconsciously looked down and saw that her face was red, whether from embarrassment or annoyance, it was hard to tell.
"you……"
Song Qingyou was shocked and somewhat incredulous, and after asking for a long time, she still couldn't figure it out.
This person is still injured, how could they possibly...
Is it possible that all he thinks about is this kind of lewd nonsense?
Fu Wenzhou hung his head, looking quite annoyed: "Youyou, stop rubbing against me."
Song Qingyou was greatly shocked.
This is what it means to distort the truth.
In all honesty, she didn't move an inch!
Fu Wenzhou placed his fingertips behind her ear, slowly moving them to her lips. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, his knuckles brushed against the tip of her slightly red nose, the touch gentle. His eyes reddened, his gaze deep and unfathomable, his voice low and husky: "Youyou, it's okay to have a leg injury."
Fu Wenzhou turned his head closer, his slightly cool nose seemingly brushing against her affectionately.
Song Qingyou's nostrils were filled with his faint, cool fragrance, which made her feel hot all over and her head gradually became dizzy. She felt inexplicably dry-mouthed and couldn't help but lick her lips. "No... no, I can't."
"Sure, Youyou." Fu Wenzhou's rapid breathing hit Song Qingyou's nape, giving her goosebumps.
Song Qingyou's fingertips went numb, and the numbness only subsided after hovering over her skin for a moment. The moment he truly held her firmly, Song Qingyou felt an astonishing heat under her hand.
As darkness fell outside, Song Qingyou finally heard a low groan from the man.
Her hands were finally freed.
Song Qingyou regained her senses. This was the first time she had done this to him while she was fully conscious, and she felt a little embarrassed.
Seeing that he had vented, Song Qingyou breathed a sigh of relief. Ignoring the stickiness on her palms, she quickly pulled out a tissue to wipe him clean before washing her hands. After doing all this, her ears were bright red.
Song Qingyou was furious when she heard Fu Wenzhou's satisfied chuckle behind her.
A head popped out of the bathroom, and she glared at him irritably: "Don't you dare get it on my hands again!"
Fu Wenzhou's mind was racing. He not only wanted to get his hands on her, but he also wanted to get his hands on her mouth.
"Grass!"
Just thinking about it makes Xiao Fu Wenzhou almost unable to bear it.
He gritted his teeth and couldn't help but mutter, "A seductive little vixen."
Song Qingyou took a long time to wash before she came out.
Fu Wenzhou snorted in dissatisfaction: "You look down on me."
Song Qingyou was really annoyed: "Shut up."
Fu Wenzhou then obediently shut his mouth and dared not utter another sound.
That night, Song Qingyou stayed overnight to take care of Fu Wenzhou and put her phone on silent.
That night, Fu Wenzhou behaved himself and didn't do anything reckless.
Song Qingyou didn't sleep well, always worried that Fu Wenzhou would bump his leg when he turned over in the night, so she would wake up every one or two hours to check on Fu Wenzhou. When it was almost dawn, she got up to wash and brush her teeth, moving very quietly.
It was just getting light outside, still shrouded in morning mist, and the temperature was quite low. Song Qingyou wrapped herself tightly in her clothes and took a taxi to Chang'an Street to buy xiaolongbao (soup dumplings).
She remembered that Fu Wenzhou seemed to really like the steamed buns from this restaurant.
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