Chapter 15 Want? Beg me?
"Walk?"
Fu Sinian looked down at her, a hint of sarcasm on his lips, "With the way you are now, you can just walk a few steps and fall into the arms of any man."
Gu Xiangsi pouted in grievance: "Why are you so fierce..."
"I'm fierce?"
Fu Sinian laughed out loud in anger, thinking about the consequences if he hadn't met Duan Jingwen...
"Your brain is all in your face? How stupid." He said as he wrapped her tightly in his suit.
Special Assistant Li followed up: "Master, the car is ready. Should we go to the hospital or..."
"Go home." Fu Sinian interrupted him, "Contact Dr. Chen to come to the manor."
"But this medicine..."
"I said, go home." Fu Sinian spoke each word clearly, his eyes sharp enough to kill.
Assistant Li fell silent immediately.
Fu Sinian lowered his head, and the person in his arms rubbed against him restlessly, and the warm breath brushed against his Adam's apple.
His eyes darkened slightly, and he placed his fingertips on her forehead, pushing her away an inch.
"Just bear with it."
His voice was low, carrying a hint of warning, yet inexplicably a little more hoarse than usual.
But Gu Xiangsi suddenly reached out, grabbed his tie, and approached him with drunken eyes——
"Fu Sinian..."
Her breath, mixed with the aroma of wine, lingered hotly on him.
“…You’re really pretty.”
The air stagnated.
He lowered his eyes and stared at her, the emotion in his eyes was dark and unclear. After a while, he sneered:
"Behave yourself when you're drunk."
With a flick of his fingertips, he pulled the tie from her palm. His movements were quick and decisive, yet inexplicably revealed a hint of restrained stiffness.
He simply carried Gu Xiangsi on his shoulder with one hand and strode out.
She hung limply on him, mumbling, "I feel dizzy..."
The man paused and sneered, "Pretentious."
But when she spoke again, he changed his position and picked up the person horizontally.
Duan Jingwen and Special Assistant Li were standing behind, shaking their heads as they watched this scene.
It's clear who is more pretentious.
Wait for Fu Sinian to place the people in the back seat.
Gu Xiangsi blinked her watery eyes at him, then suddenly sneezed.
"...cold." She shrank pitifully into his arms.
Fu Sinian froze for a moment.
He said, "Troublemaker."
He must ask Jiang Liangchen to present a banner.
He lifted her up a little stiffly.
Special Assistant Li in the front row was shaking his shoulders suspiciously.
His young master is acting quite abnormal today.
Fu Sinian gave him a glare, and the former immediately sat up straight and raised the partition.
The small space was suddenly filled with the intoxicating aroma of wine and the subtle fragrance of Gu Xiangsi's body.
He casually handed her a bottle of water. After she raised her head and drank a few sips, she felt the heat becoming unbearable. She tugged at her collar and suddenly called out softly, "Anian..."
His fingertips suddenly froze.
This title was like a blunt knife, stabbing into the wound that had not healed for five years.
In the shadows, his Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was horribly hoarse: "Shout it again."
Fu Sinian stared at the person in front of him.
Gu Xiangsi's eyes were red from being pinched, and she pouted in grievance, looking at him with misty eyes: "...Doctor Lu...I feel uncomfortable..."
The car braked suddenly, and with a harsh friction sound, Gu Xiangsi fell forward uncontrollably.
Fu Sinian stretched out his arm and pulled her back into his arms.
Her hot cheek was pressed against his chest, and a large area of skin was faintly visible under the crooked shirt, and neon light and shadows flowed on her flushed skin.
"Gu Xiangsi." Fu Sinian pinched her chin and rubbed his thumb across her wet lips. "Do you see who I am?"
His voice was cold and distant, but the heaving of his chest beneath his shirt betrayed his emotions.
The person in his arms unconsciously nuzzled his Adam's apple, and her burning fingertips dug into his collar: "...Help me..."
He suddenly pushed her down on the back seat and dug his knees between her legs, but froze when his knees touched the corners of her red eyes.
On a rainy night five years ago, she looked up at him and called him A Nian, but cruelly told him to break up.
But when he heard another man's name from her mouth, his chest was still hit hard.
Gu Xiangsi suddenly raised her head and bit his shoulder. Fu Sinian's breathing stagnated, and when he leaned over, he tilted his head and missed her lips, leaving only brutal teeth marks on her earlobe.
"Want it? Beg me."
She whimpered and reached for his lips, but he grabbed her wrists with one hand and lifted them above her head.
"Weren't you quite resolute when you left back then?"
He sneered, and with his other hand brushed away her sweaty hair. "Now you know how to ask for help?"
The hateful thing is that she can't tell who he is now.
She moved around uncomfortably, and Fu Sinian suddenly grabbed her waist and asked, "Try moving again?"
When Gu Xiangsi really stopped struggling, he ripped open his collar in frustration: "Are you dumb?"
He leaned over and picked the person up, and this time he finally kissed the lips that had caused him sleepless nights for five years.
"Gu Xiangsi." He breathed against her forehead, his voice hoarse.
The person in his arms suddenly retched and curled up.
"Don't……"
Before he could finish his words, warm vomit had already splattered all over his shirt.
Fu Sinian's face suddenly changed. He pushed the person aside and wiped him with a wet towel.
He unbuttoned his shirt irritably, pulled a T-shirt out of the drawer and put it on, cursing under his teeth.
"I must have owed you in my past life!"
Gu Xiangsi huddled in his seat with his head drooped, and suddenly wrinkled his nose and covered his mouth and nose in disgust.
Fu Sinian's teeth ground softly, "You think it's dirty because you vomited it yourself?"
The car slowly drove into the manor garage.
Gu Xiangsi staggered out of the car, her high heels making a dangerous arc on the cobblestones.
She had just held her knees and retched when the night wind suddenly blew her long hair all over her face.
"It's so dirty."
A bony hand reached out from the shadows and roughly pulled her hair back.
Fu Sinian half-squatted as if he was picking up a stray cat, but he subconsciously relaxed the grip on her hair.
"Hmm..." She just straightened up with the help of her legs when her legs suddenly became weak.
The moment she leaned back, an arm came out of nowhere and stopped her falling waist.
"Aren't you tired of the whole throwing-yourself-into-your-arms scene?"
Fu Sinian sneered, but had already picked the man up.
The hem of her filthy skirt brushed against her custom-made trousers. The man's temples jumped, and he gritted his teeth, "Gu Xiangsi."
The drunk in his arms rubbed his chest unconsciously, and he immediately turned his face away stiffly.
"If you move again, I'll throw you into the fountain." But the hand supporting her knee tightened half an inch.
Doctor Chen examined her.
"I probably vomited some, but I didn't drink much. I'm a little drunk. Take this and observe for two hours. If you don't have any other symptoms, you'll be fine."
As soon as Dr. Chen's footsteps disappeared at the end of the corridor, the cell phone in Gu Xiangsi's bag rang.
She fished out her phone from her bag and answered vaguely. Qin Shiwei's voice came from the receiver: "Xiangsi, where are you? Where have you been?"
"I...I'm home."
Gu Xiangsi muttered while clutching the phone.
After saying a few simple words and hanging up, she collapsed directly on the sofa, buried her face in the cushion and was about to fall asleep.
"Gu Xiangsi."
Fu Sinian reached out and pushed her, "Sleep like this?"
Gu Xiangsi's eyes were hazy with drunkenness. Suddenly, she slapped the back of his hand, her nails scratching three red marks on his wrist bone: "I'm so annoyed!"
Fu Sinian pressed his cheek with the tip of his tongue, stared at the palm print that quickly appeared on the back of his hand, and suddenly chuckled.
"The claws are quite sharp."
He untied his cufflinks slowly, his eyes dark as the sea before a storm. "Looks like you've been annoying people a lot over the years?"
He suddenly pinched her chin and pressed his thumb into the dimple at the corner of her lip.
That was his favorite spot five years ago.
Gu Xiangsi opened her mouth in pain, and he stuffed two hangover pills into her mouth.
"Swallow it."
He nudged her Adam's apple with his knuckles nastily and stuffed the medicine into her mouth.
When Fu Sinian changed into his home clothes and went downstairs, the movement of wiping his hair with the towel suddenly stopped.
The figure on the sofa was wiping his mouth with his haute couture suit, leaving suspiciously shiny saliva on the expensive fabric.
"Gu...Xiang...Si." Every word he said seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, but when he saw her curled up posture, his Adam's apple rolled.
"Strange...why do you look so familiar?"
She reached out to touch him, but Fu Sinian grabbed her wrist.
Looking at her flushed cheeks and dazed eyes, he felt a surge of anger in his chest and said coldly, "You haven't learned any self-preservation skills?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he carried the person onto his shoulders.
Gu Xiangsisi struggled and cried out that she felt dizzy and wanted to vomit. Fu Sinian warned her, "Do you dare to vomit it out?"
It really quieted down.
He strode into the bathroom, threw the person into the bathtub without mercy, turned on the shower head, and warm water poured down.
Gu Xiangsi had just propped up half of her body and was about to get up.
"If you keep making trouble..."
He leaned over and supported his arm beside her ear, and the bathtub wall cast the shadows of their entangled figure.
"I'll sleep with you."
As soon as the words were spoken, the curled up person suddenly shrank back like a frightened cat.
The soaked white shirt clung to her back, outlining her slender waistline; her jeans wrapped around her slender legs. She curled up into a small ball, looking particularly thin in the huge bathtub.
Fu Sinian felt a little uncomfortable in his chest.
When I looked down, I saw Gu Xiangsi looking up with a pair of wet almond-shaped eyes filled with drunken pleading.
"I want to wash my hair, can you help me?"
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