Chapter 119 Kiss? A Billion More!
"However, human energy and love are limited."
"My parents focused most of their attention on my older brother and their work, so naturally they couldn't spare any attention to love me."
Fu Jinzhi said calmly, "Once, the nanny forgot to turn off the air conditioner in the nursery. I had a high fever of 40 degrees Celsius and no one noticed. Something almost happened."
Fu Jinzhi: "Grandpa was furious and gave my parents a severe scolding. Then he took me to live with him and took care of me."
Wen Yao's fingers clenched involuntarily, and her breathing became heavier.
Fu Jinzhi noticed her emotions and gently soothed her by running his fingers through her hair: "Don't be like this. I have never been mistreated materially."
Fu Jinzhi: "As I grew older, my older brother's health improved, and my parents gradually learned how to be parents. They always felt very indebted to me."
"I have everything my older brother has, and I'll give him priority in things he doesn't have."
"Later, when Xiaoyan was born, they learned from their experience and spoiled her rotten, keeping a close eye on her all the time."
Wouldn't that make Fu Jinzhi the only innocent victim?
Wen Yao was somewhat indignant, her voice icy: "You're the one being treated coldly, what's the point of them compensating Xiao Yan?"
Fu Jinzhi looked up and met Wen Yao's eyes, a smile on her face: "It's a good thing they didn't compensate me. My parents really don't know how to raise children."
“You have no idea how spoiled and domineering Xiaoyan was when she was little. Her parents couldn’t control her when she was only six or seven years old, so they had to send her to her grandfather for help.”
Fu Jinzhi chuckled, "I don't fall for her act of being coquettish or domineering. I'll teach her a lesson she won't forget."
Wen Yao: "..."
The case is solved! No wonder Fu Yan doesn't seem like a socialite at all, no wonder Fu Yan is only afraid of Fu Jinzhi...
It turns out it was a trauma left over from childhood.
Wen Yao picked up the milk next to her and took a sip to calm her nerves.
Fu Jinzhi: "...Wasn't this milk delivered for me?"
Wen Yao still had the lingering scent of milk in her mouth. Yes, wasn't this meant for Fu Jinzhi?
She glanced at the half-empty glass of milk and said calmly, "Actually, I served it to myself."
Fu Jinzhi glanced at Wen Yao, then at the tray on the table, his smile deepening.
Who brings themselves milk on a tray?
Wen Yao's lips twitched, but she stubbornly said, "A dull life always needs some sense of ritual. Serving milk on a tray is a way to enjoy a refined life."
"I am Wen Yao, and I speak for myself."
Fu Jinzhi leaned back in his chair, his long, slender fingers covering his eyes, a smug smile on his lips.
Sitting on his lap, Wen Yao felt like she was on a tractor, being bounced around.
She placed the milk into the tray without expression. "Don't take advantage of my favor to do whatever you want."
After a slight pause, Wen Yao said, "If you really want to drink, I can just get you another cup."
Fu Jinzhi suppressed his smile, his peach blossom eyes shimmering. "How could I dare trouble Your Majesty Yaoyao? There's still some left over."
He slightly raised his chin, pointing to the milk that was only half full.
Wen Yao was taken aback, "But..." I drank that.
Before he could finish speaking, Fu Jinzhi had already picked up his cup and downed it in one gulp.
His dark eyes were fixed on Wen Yao, like a clear, deep pool yet a dangerous whirlpool. Wen Yao's small figure was exceptionally clear in his pupils, as if she were being captured by the whirlpool.
Wen Yao couldn't help but lean forward and gently peck those lips that were perfect for kissing.
Fu Jinzhi, who had just been so composed, suddenly narrowed his eyes. He gripped Wen Yao's waist tightly and asked in a low, hoarse voice, "Yaoyao, what did you just do?"
They left way too fast, I wish they could come back a million times over.
Wen Yao felt a dull ache from being pinched, and she pouted defiantly, "Are you torturing me? What's wrong with me kissing you? It's perfectly legal!"
I've always thought that Fu Jinzhi's petal-like lips are perfect for kissing, and today's experience proves it's true.
"Can I have it legal again?" Fu Jinzhi's eyes sparkled, and her voice was low, with a hint of flattery.
Wen Yao looked away. This was the wrong time to ask questions; she should have just kissed him. Idiot!
"Is it okay? Is it okay? Is it okay..." Fu Jinzhi hugged Wen Yao and gently shook her.
Wen Yao sighed, "You really deserve an award."
Fu Jinzhi: "???"
Wen Yao: "Nobel has always said that."
As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Yao took the initiative to step forward and showered her with kisses, like spring rain nourishing pear blossoms.
Fu Jinzhi couldn't resist the temptation and placed his large hand on the back of Wen Yao's head, deepening the kiss.
The study window was wide open, and a gentle night breeze extinguished the summer heat. Under the study light, two figures blended into one.
...
Refusing to be followed by Fu Jinzhi, Wen Yao walked back to her bedroom alone, her steps unsteady, feeling her heart pounding wildly.
Wen Yao's voice trembled slightly: "I did it, I made it to A!"
8848 wondered: [When did you become Fu Jinzhi? It wasn't just a kiss, was it?]
Wen Yao exclaimed excitedly, "Your database must be broken! What kind of inappropriate talk is this? You don't understand me!"
Tears of emotion welled up in Wen Yao's eyes. In her previous life, she had also tried to use her looks to do some quick money-making jobs, such as being a live streamer.
Unfortunately, she encountered a scumbag boss who wanted to sexually harass her. In a fit of anger, Wen Yao grabbed a vase and smashed it against the boss, collapsing in a pool of blood due to overbreathing.
The dizziness and nausea caused Wen Yao some psychological trauma, and she refused intimate contact for a long time.
She has never been one to run away from challenges; she has always strived to overcome them.
We've finally reached a point where it doesn't interfere with our daily lives, and we can still shake hands and hug normally at work.
But this is a kiss!
She did it!
Wen Yao clenched her fists in front of her chest, her voice still trembling slightly: "I'm so proud of myself, I'm the best!"
8848 listened to Wen Yao's thoughts, remained silent for a while, and then said: "You are the best host, at least occasionally."
That being said, it still believes that what overwhelmed this psychological shadow was not Wen Yao's courage, but her lust.
No one knew better than 8848 that when Wen Yao kissed him for the first time, all she could think was:
"Fu Jinzhi's lips were born to be kissed by me! Otherwise, how could they have been shaped like this, perfect for kissing! Lips like these will never escape my grasp!"
She was so eccentric that 8848 couldn't even imagine what kind of psychological trauma Wen Yao might have. She was almost causing psychological trauma to the system!
Forced to remain in the study, Fu Jinzhi stared intently at the notebook, but in reality, not a single word was absorbing into her mind.
His mind was in turmoil, yet he felt both sweet and overwhelmed.
It's time to confess my love and propose to Wen Yao.
Wen Yao has already stolen his first kiss, so he has to take responsibility for her. A grand wedding is essential!
But how could he propose in a creative way? Fu Jinzhi racked his brains, listing his few close friends one by one, and realized that none of them were as good at dating as he was.
Some men in their thirties have had five girlfriends, lacking traditional male virtues and therefore not representative of their views; some are lesbians who haven't come out to their families and haven't had the opportunity to be proposed to; some are so engrossed in their medical careers that it's as if they've married the hospital...
Fu Jinzhi sighed with a sense of superiority. Sure enough, he could only rely on himself.
He was the only married person.
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