The footsteps paused for a moment, then resumed inside the room.
Even with her eyes closed, Song Qingyou could feel a familiar, cool fragrance slowly approaching.
She tried her best to control herself, wanting to avoid always appearing so pathetic in front of him. "Cough... I told you to get out... get out... cough cough... are you... are you deaf?!"
Song Qingyou was panting, her breathing rapid. In the cold winter of December, her forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat.
Fu Wenzhou's hands trembled, his eyes were filled with thick ink, and his voice became hoarse: "How could you suddenly cough like this?"
Song Qingyou endured the pain, her heart pounding. She turned over and didn't answer him.
Fu Wenzhou's eyes were almost overflowing with heartache. He slowly got up and went to the kitchen to make her pear syrup tea. He had brought several slices with him when he came, worried that Binhai might be too cold for her, and he never expected that they would actually come in handy.
An eerie silence filled the air.
Fu Wenzhou quickly turned back, holding the cup, and walked around to the other side. Ignoring her resistance, he pulled her into his arms and said, "Drink this."
Song Qingyou coughed up tears, clutching her clothes, her breath was painful, her throat felt like it had been burned by fire, and she couldn't make a sound.
She turned her face away, tears sliding down her cheeks and into Fu Wenzhou's palm.
Fu Wenzhou felt a burning sensation in his palm, his eyes turned red, and he lowered his body in a humiliating manner: "Song Qingyou, you're just bullying me."
She was sick, which made him feel sorry for her, so he called it her bullying him.
Song Qingyou was so angry she wanted to laugh, but she couldn't. She struggled with all her might, trying to escape from his embrace, but all she got in return was an even tighter hold on her.
Fu Wenzhou's eyes were as deep as a still pool. After a long while, he took a sip of the pear syrup tea in his cup, then pinched Song Qingyou's chin and kissed her.
Song Qingyou was startled, her lips involuntarily parted slightly, and then she felt a warm, moist sensation wash over her, the aroma of pear syrup filling her entire mouth.
Her throat was forced to slide, and she swallowed it all.
Song Qingyou finally opened her eyes and looked at him, her voice tinged with anger: "Who gave you permission to do this?"
She tilted her head back, her beautiful face still bearing traces of tears, her eyes glistening with moisture, delicate and alluring, unknowingly captivating.
Fu Wenzhou's Adam's apple bobbed. He stared at Song Qingyou for two seconds, then repeated the action he had just performed.
If she's naughty, he doesn't mind using some tricks to make her behave.
"Ugh..." Song Qingyou groaned softly, unable to break free, and could only endure it.
The pear blossom syrup contains special Chinese herbal ingredients. After a few bites, Song Qingyou felt less uncomfortable, and her cough gradually stopped.
Song Qingyou was panting slightly, staring at him with a cold gaze.
Fu Wenzhou laughed out loud, "Song Qingyou, you're the one who asked me and Jiang Xun to go out, and you're getting angry?"
They abandoned him alone at the Jiang family's house, just like they abandoned him in the rain back then.
From beginning to end, he was never firmly chosen by her.
Fu Wenzhou ground his back teeth, his eyes bloodshot as he thought of the word "friend" he had used at the dinner table.
The puppy looked aggrieved and resentful, as if it didn't know what it had done wrong, or perhaps it wanted to demand an explanation from its owner. Its lips were white from being bitten.
Song Qingyou's gaze lingered on him for two seconds before she slowly sat up, supporting herself on her body.
Fu Wenzhou knelt down beside her bed. Song Qingyou looked at him and slowly spoke, her tone colder than the howling wind outside: "Fu Wenzhou."
The room was dark, with only a dim light, and the doors and windows were tightly closed, isolating everything.
Song Qingyou lifted the blanket, revealing her slender, straight legs, and her jade-like feet stepped on Fu Wenzhou's body.
Fu Wenzhou's expression suddenly darkened, and he narrowed his eyes dangerously.
Song Qingyou's knees were slightly bent, and her toes moved slowly. The bright yellow light shone on her face, where the fine sweat was not yet dry. Her cheeks were rosy, her lips were a touch of red, and the corners of her eyes were also red.
His voice was cold: "Did I let you kiss her?"
Fu Wenzhou groaned, his breathing heavy.
This punishment is absolutely mind-numbing.
His back was covered in sweat, his eyes were bloodshot, and a deep desire shone in his eyes. His breathing grew heavier and heavier, and with each step she took, hot beads of sweat dripped onto the ground, a mixture of pleasure and pain.
His voice was deep and hoarse: "I didn't kiss her."
Song Qingyou pursed her lips and remained silent, showing no intention of letting him off the hook.
Fu Wenzhou dared not move, afraid of angering her, so he could only force himself to explain, "She came over by herself."
Song Qingyou curled her fingertips slightly and exerted force with her feet. Fu Wenzhou's abdomen tightened, and he bent over in pain.
"Youyou..." he begged for mercy.
Song Qingyou abruptly released her foot, her voice unusually calm, as if she were suppressing her temper: "You came over here on your own? Couldn't you have pushed me away? Or is it that any woman, if someone steps on you, you would beg so humbly?"
Fu Wenzhou's eyes darkened, his voice tense, stubborn yet pitiful, as he suppressed his emotions: "I only treat you like this."
He was actually a little happy, finally realizing that what Jiang Xun said wasn't all nonsense.
Although it tormented him a lot, at least it had some effect.
His sister got angry, jealous, and threw a tantrum.
Fu Wenzhou wanted to laugh, but he held it in and didn't dare.
Song Qingyou coughed softly, and Fu Wenzhou hurriedly got up from the ground to check on her.
"Don't touch me." Song Qingyou slapped his hand away, clutching her chest to prevent Fu Wenzhou from getting closer: "Get out."
Fu Wenzhou's breathing was heavy. Her face was inches away, her lips full and alluring. If he bent down and got just an inch closer, he could satisfy his desires. But he couldn't kiss her or touch her; his heart ached as if a hundred claws were tearing at it.
It was impossible for her to obediently roll away. Fu Wenzhou shamelessly hugged her from behind, buried his head in the crook of her neck, and said in a muffled voice, "I pushed her away."
He said, "Sister, you can't wrong me."
The hot breath tickled Song Qingyou's ears. She was no match for Fu Wenzhou's strength, and being held in this position, she had no chance to resist.
Fu Wenzhou took her hand and gently lifted it up.
When she touched the burning hot skin, Song Qingyou's breath hitched.
The skin wasn't as smooth as the surrounding area, and it pricked her fingertips slightly.
A deep, cold voice came from beside my ear.
"Don't doubt my loyalty." Fu Wenzhou's eyes were dark.
Song Qingyou's spine stiffened.
Fu Wenzhou: "If I ever betray you, you can come and cut this piece of flesh out for me. Sister, no one will be more loyal to you than I am."
Like a wild beast submitting.
Song Qingyou felt as if her fingertips had been burned, and the corners of her lips finally curled up. "Fu Wenzhou, remember what you said."
He endured the hardship, sweating profusely even in the dead of winter, when the beast let out a low growl.
"Hmm, I've been so obedient, shouldn't you reward me, sister?"
Song Qingyou mercifully commanded, "Come here."
Like a beast whose chains have been broken, it roared and bit down in the dark night.
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