The next morning, Song Qingyou felt a burning sensation on her back as she slept, and warm, heavy breaths sprayed on her body.
Her legs moved unintentionally, subconsciously wanting to push away but unwilling to.
Gradually, her breathing became heavy.
"Hmm~"
A soft moan escaped from Song Qingyou's nose. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, both hot and weak. She wanted to escape the fire, yet she also wanted to recklessly succumb to it.
Her jade-like toes curled slightly, her breath became damp, and her body trembled. Song Qingyou suddenly woke up.
The girl's beautiful eyes were moist, her pupils unfocused, as if she were still in a daze and disoriented state after just waking up.
Song Qingyou thought she had a wet dream, but her body's reaction did not disappear upon waking up; instead, it became even stronger. As if she had finally come to her senses, she propped herself up and looked down.
From this angle, all she could see was the top of the man's hairy head. As if sensing that the person next to him had woken up, the man slowly raised his head.
Song Qingyou noticed his chin; his face had strong contours, leading down to his long neck, where bluish veins peeked through his thin, white skin, and further down to his collarbone…
"Youyou, is it comfortable?" The man raised his handsome eyebrows slightly, a roguish smile playing on his lips, both wild and wicked.
At this moment, Fu Wenzhou's aura was completely different from usual. He was like a ferocious beast lurking in the dark night, tearing and possessing his prey with abandon.
Fu Wenzhou's gaze gradually intensified, his eyes becoming somewhat detached from his true self, his dark pupils shimmering with starlight and flowing with unfathomable love.
Intricate and subtle, it is difficult to discern even the slightest detail.
Just like how wild beasts are born carnivores, but they can suppress their nature for the sake of their mates.
Upon reaching the summit, Song Qingyou was momentarily lost in thought. Her mind went blank for a moment, a white light flashed, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet. She couldn't hear any sound. Only the afterglow of climbing to the top lingered in her body, stirring up her last remaining rationality.
Fu Wenzhou raised his head and slowly moved upwards.
Song Qingyou finally came to her senses completely. After realizing what he had just done, her face flushed red. She quickly turned her face away, closed her eyes, and pretended that nothing had happened.
A man's hoarse chuckle reached her ears, and Song Qingyou's face turned even redder.
She silently reached out and pulled a tissue from the table next to her.
Fu Wenzhou frowned slightly, disagreeing with her statement.
Song Qingyou: "..." Who gets horny so early in the morning and says such... embarrassing things!
"Destroy it," Song Qingyou thought.
Fu Wenzhou didn't answer, and her hand froze in mid-air. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore: "Go brush your teeth! Otherwise, don't even think about kissing me today."
“…Oh.” Fu Wenzhou then got out of bed and limped towards the bathroom, leaning on his crutches.
Upon hearing the door close, Song Qingyou abruptly pulled the blanket over her head and silently used tissues to clean up the mess Fu Wenzhou had made.
After Fu Wenzhou finished washing up, Song Qingyou had already run to the bathroom in the guest room.
He chased after her, looking displeased, and hugged her from behind: "What are you shy about?"
Song Qingyou was so embarrassed that she almost couldn't face anyone. She rinsed her mouth, turned around, took a deep breath, and looked at him: "You're not allowed to do surprise attacks in the morning anymore."
Fu Wenzhou didn't seem to care much, and raised an eyebrow: "Didn't you enjoy it?"
Song Qingyou: "..."
Forget it, there's no way to communicate with single-celled organisms.
She gave up struggling, and in her heart, she seemed to be giving up.
After breakfast, Song Qingyou gave the servants a list and asked them to buy the items on the list. Today is New Year's Eve, and the house should be decorated with a festive atmosphere.
Originally, Song Qingyou planned to go with Fu Wenzhou, since she had no experience with this before and wanted to try it out.
However, Fu Wenzhou's leg injury hadn't healed, so he would have to wait until next year.
Now that Fu Wenzhou is injured, the rattan chair has become his exclusive seat. He lies on it like a grandpa, watching Song Qingyou direct the servants in hanging up Spring Festival couplets and red lanterns.
The courtyard was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, and servants and bodyguards were busy running around. Song Qingyou was in poor health and had limited manual dexterity, so she took on the responsibility of directing.
Every now and then, she would look up and say a few words to Fu Wenzhou, who was lying on the second-floor balcony.
It's quite tiring.
When the courtyard was almost finished being decorated, Fu Wenzhou came down with his cane, carrying a plate of peeled lychees.
Since he had difficulty moving around, he sat down again and pulled Song Qingyou into his arms. Song Qingyou didn't dare to sit down, so she quickly pushed him away and sat down next to him.
"Your injury hasn't healed yet, don't do anything reckless."
Fu Wenzhou picked up a lychee and fed it to her lips: "Sitting here won't hurt you."
Song Qingyou ignored him, opened her mouth and took the lychee from his fingertip. The man's slender fingers took the opportunity to slip inside, stirring the lychee with its juice, and asked with a half-smile, "Is it sweet?"
Song Qingyou was forced to slightly part her lips, and the juice of the lychee flowed down the corner of her mouth, making her look quite aroused.
Upon seeing this, Fu Wenzhou's eyes darkened, his Adam's apple bobbed rapidly, and he repeated in a hoarse voice, "Is it sweet?"
Song Qingyou glanced at him, then opened her mouth and bit his fingertip.
The man hissed, but didn't pull his finger out. His voice carried a seductive power: "Youyou, take another bite."
Song Qingyou: "...Shameless."
Fu Wenzhou chuckled softly, withdrew his hand, and rubbed his fingertips together, revealing a moist surface.
His tone was quite regretful, with a hint of unspoken desire mixed in, and his voice was deep: "Youyou's lips are so soft."
Song Qingyou didn't understand what he meant at first and just thought he was talking nonsense again.
He got up and went to the backyard.
Construction hasn't started over there yet.
When I finished, it was exactly 3:30.
Song Qingyou checked the time and said to Fu Wenzhou, "Uncle Chang has arrived, I'll be going now."
Fu Wenzhou's eyes were deep and unfathomable, and he said, "Bring Fu Nan and Fu Bei along."
Fu Nan and Fu Bei were Fu Wenzhou's bodyguards since childhood, and they were also the two who protected her at the hospital last time.
Song Qingyou didn't object: "Okay."
When the door opened, Fu Wenzhou's face darkened, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Come back early tonight and spend the New Year with me. You promised me."
Song Qingyou turned around and smiled, her beauty captivating: "Mm."
With a "thud".
The door closed.
Fu Wenzhou clenched his fists, his eyes dark and unfathomable.
The Song family must be destroyed by her; she must avenge this grudge herself.
He knows Song Qingyou too well, so he won't go with her.
If it were him, he probably would have done something even more ruthless and cruel than his Youyou.
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The car drove all the way to the Song family's house.
Outside, snow was falling heavily. Song Qingyou stood at the entrance of the Song family's residence, slowly raising her eyes. Snowflakes landed on her eyelashes, and Song Qingyou was stunned for a moment, seemingly unaware of what was happening.
It wasn't until Song Chang reminded her that she composed herself and started walking forward.
It's time to end the source of her nightmare that has lasted for over two decades.
At this moment, she finally... got what she had been waiting for.
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