Fu Wenzhou did not stop what he was doing. His broad and tall back looked rather thin and pitiful. He rubbed his hands vigorously until his knuckles were red, but he did not react.
From this angle, Song Qingyou could only see his slightly trembling shoulders. She frowned, walked up, grabbed the man's wrist, and pulled him back.
Caught off guard, Fu Wenzhou stumbled for a moment, but quickly regained his balance. "Youyou..."
His voice was very hoarse, with a faint nasal tone.
Song Qingyou was stunned for a moment, her gaze fixed on his hands with their distinct finger bones. The back of his hands was bright red, and there were a few fish scales stuck to his palms. The fish scales seemed to be clamped into the flesh, showing how much force he had used.
A hint of displeasure rose in her eyes. She raised her hand and picked off the scales from the man's palm one by one. Just as she was about to withdraw her hand, her palm was grabbed by his.
Fu Wenzhou pursed his lips, then abruptly pressed Song Qingyou against the stove behind him. His eyes were red, and he was slightly panting. "I'll take care of those reporters. Fu Changlin and Qin You won't appear in front of you again. If you don't want to announce our relationship, then don't. It doesn't matter if we don't have a formal title. I was too demanding before. I was wrong..."
His hot breath lingered in Song Qingyou's ear as he whispered, "Don't leave me, sister."
Song Qingyou's breath hitched, and her spine stiffened for a moment.
Did she think I would get angry and leave him?
Song Qingyou suddenly began to reflect on herself. Was she usually too unreasonable? Did she not care about him at all?
Otherwise, why would the puppy feel so insecure?
She slowly raised her hand, paused in mid-air for a moment, and then landed on his back. The instant her fingertips touched him, she clearly felt the skin under her palm stiffen slightly.
"Wenzhou," Song Qingyou called softly.
Fu Wenzhou froze, his dark eyes fixed on Song Qingyou's face, his breathing rapid, his voice low and hoarse: "Sister, what did you just call me?"
Song Qingyou's palm moved up his back, gripping the back of his neck, and pressed down. Their lips were already close together, and with just a little force, they touched.
Their lips touched, their breaths mingled.
No one could tell who was humming that gasp from the tip of their nose.
Just as the man was about to take things further, Song Qingyou pressed her index finger against his lips, her cool voice laced with an indescribable desire: "Three years ago, I wronged you, making you stand in the rain all night. This will never happen again."
Fu Wenzhou was suddenly stunned, his eyes deep and complex.
Song Qingyou traced the shape of his lips with her fingertips: "I will handle Fu Changlin and Qin You, you don't need to interfere."
Fu Wenzhou raised his dark eyes, his emotions churning beneath them.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Qingyou frowned and said, "Did you hear that?"
Fu Wenzhou's Adam's apple bobbed up and down: "Yes, I heard you, sister."
After a long pause, she cautiously probed again, "So you won't leave me again?"
Song Qingyou looked up at him, then lightly lifted her finger from her lips and patted his face gently: "Fu Wenzhou, do I look like that heartless, treacherous woman?"
Fu Wenzhou's brows were furrowed, his palm caressing her slender waist, his tongue pressing against his back teeth as he said, "You sleep with her and then throw her away, don't you do that too?"
Song Qingyou was taken aback, then realized that he was referring to what she had said after their first time together.
Song Qingyou raised her eyebrows slightly, reached out and grabbed Fu Wenzhou's wrist to stop him from causing trouble, "Yes, that's me, then you can go."
Fu Wenzhou: "..."
"Don't kill the fish either."
"..." The man's deep, sexy voice sounded softly: "I'm sorry, I misspoke. Can you forgive me, sister?"
Song Qingyou rested her chin on her hand, a faint smile appearing in her eyes: "Barely."
Fu Wenzhou narrowed his dark eyes, leaned close to her, and bit her earlobe in revenge.
Song Qingyou felt a shiver run through her body. She tried to back away, but he held her down and she couldn't move. She breathed heavily, enduring the sudden, uncontrollable surge of passion.
In the end, they didn't get to eat the fish. Fu Wenzhou quickly cooked a bowl of noodles, held the exhausted girl in his arms, and coaxed her to eat in a low voice: "Youyou, be good, open your mouth."
Song Qingyou was so tired that she didn't even want to open her eyes.
I can't understand how this man can switch between being a wolfhound and a puppy so easily.
Seeing that she wouldn't eat, Fu Wenzhou had no choice but to continue coaxing her: "Youyou..."
“Fu Wenzhou,” Song Qingyou interrupted him, opening her eyes and saying, “You’re not allowed to take this long in the future.”
Her bones were about to fall apart.
How could this be sustained every time?
Fu Wenzhou almost dropped the chopsticks in his hand, looking at her with a pitiful expression: "I only did it once..." If it weren't for her health, how could he have only done it once?
Am I going to be deprived of even this one chance?
The thought of seeing each other but not being able to touch each other in the future made Fu Wenzhou feel like the sky had fallen.
Song Qingyou's eyes gleamed with reproach and embarrassment: "You did it once, but it lasted almost three hours!"
She was genuinely angry. He was clearly controlling her, but he seemed to be enjoying himself, tormenting her to the point of exhaustion.
Song Qingyou must stop this kind of behavior.
Fu Wenzhou pursed his lips, feeling somewhat guilty, and whispered to her, "I'll try to be faster next time."
"..." Song Qingyou's ears burned. Why did Fu Wenzhou's tone sound so much like she was turning her back on him after she had eaten and drunk her fill?
She rubbed her temples, deciding to change the subject: "Feed me noodles."
Fu Wenzhou dared not disobey her orders at this time, so he hurriedly picked up the bowl and chopsticks and carefully fed her.
Song Qingyou had a small appetite and was full after a few bites. Fu Wenzhou kissed her lips and took the dishes out to wash them.
Afterwards, Fu Wenzhou carried Song Qingyou to take a bath. After the hot water rinsed off, Song Qingyou felt much better and less tired.
Leaning against Fu Wenzhou's chest, she suddenly thought of what happened in prison. "Didn't you pull out Fu Tingshen's tongue?"
"It's connected again." Fu Wenzhou said casually, "I still prefer to hear him beg for mercy."
Fu Tingshen should really understand the despair of shouting until his throat was hoarse and no one came to his rescue.
After saying that, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and his tone became lazy and wicked: "Youyou, you went to Prison No. 12."
It wasn't phrased in a questioning tone.
Song Qingyou's heart skipped a beat, and she said in a seemingly calm voice, "I'm sleepy."
Fu Wenzhou snorted coldly, his domineering and possessive tone exuding an air of authority: "You are not allowed to see Fu Tingshen."
Song Qingyou: "..."
Who wants to see him?
She turned over, closed her eyes, and ignored him.
As he turned around, a strand of black hair slipped through Fu Wenzhou's fingers. The man stared blankly at his hand for a moment, then sniffed it as if possessed.
How can his pomelos smell so good?
I want to kiss, hug, and sleep...
Fu Wenzhou sighed. The road to getting married was long and arduous.
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