Warm breath, with rapid gasps, reached her through the thin fabric.
Shen Zhiyi’s mind went blank for a second.
Fu Yinzhou was also confused.
He has a deep-set nose.
He smelled a strong scent of gardenia with a soft aftertaste, which was like a concentration potion, easily soothing all his suffocation and discomfort.
Gradually regaining consciousness.
The color of the lips also changed from purple to red again.
A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Then, it was replaced by deeper sinisterness and embarrassment.
He propped himself up and tried to climb up from her, but his heavy legs and strange posture prevented him from moving a little distance away before he suddenly bumped into the wheelchair next to him and fell back into the softness in front of him.
Fu Yinzhou: ...
At this moment, the desire to die reached its peak.
"Ouch!" Shen Zhiyi felt pain.
Tears are about to burst out from the corners of my eyes.
"Master..." She endured the pain and hugged his head, "Don't move, I'll do it..."
She hugged him and stood up.
However, due to the weight of the person on his back, his movements were extremely difficult and slow.
Fu Yinzhou was held by her, his head buried deep in...
The tip of his nose was filled with her scent.
There is no escape.
His ears turned red.
Anger and embarrassment intertwined, he gritted his teeth and began to hate the woman in front of him.
I even felt that all this was her conspiracy.
Deliberately embarrassing him and putting him in such an awkward situation!
He was about to curse.
But his lips moved up and down, and he actually pressed down on that softness.
It was as if he was deliberately teasing her.
Fu Yinzhou froze in place.
"Hmm..." Shen Zhiyi shivered all over because of the hot air he gushed out.
She was naturally perceptive.
Such close contact already made her uncomfortable, not to mention the pain just now, which further magnified her senses.
She managed to get up, but it was very difficult.
I really can't stand any more torture from him.
"Master, please...don't move..." She held his head with difficulty, supported herself with her other hand, raised her body, and reached for the wheelchair next to her, hoping to get some support.
In this case, the words spoken will naturally have a soft, breathy tone.
Still a little out of breath.
Fu Yinzhou's eyes widened, and his pupils shrank suddenly.
This woman...
This woman...
The means are worse than any previous one!
How could she make such a sound?!
It's like he did something to her!
In his anxiety, his throat suddenly became silent.
He even slowed down his breathing and didn't even dare to move his lips.
The housekeeper was outside the door, and his eyes trembled when he heard it!
What's going on?
The heavy object fell to the ground! A sigh! A groan!
There are also some indescribable gasps!
He thought of the women who had framed and plotted against Fu Yinzhou in the past, gritted his teeth, and waved to the bodyguards, "Charge in!"
"Okay!"
The door slammed open!
As soon as Shen Zhiyi grabbed the wheelchair, he froze in place.
Fu Yinzhou's face was gloomy.
Without looking back, one can imagine what kind of scene they would see.
Their current posture...
It looks like...
He closed his eyes in despair.
The butler's eyes were dull, and then his expression cracked.
“Shen Zhiyi!”
"I asked you to feed the young master some snacks, what did you feed him?"
Shen Zhiyi: …
"It's not..."
The housekeeper ignored her explanation and rushed over wailing, "Master! My innocent master!"
Two bodyguards rushed over.
One lifted the wheelchair.
One of them and the housekeeper lifted Fu Yinzhou up and placed him steadily in the wheelchair.
"Master, how are you?" the butler asked anxiously.
Before, a woman touched the back of the young master's hand, and he rubbed it so hard countless times that his skin turned red!
Only then did I endure the disgust.
But in private, I still dry heaved a few times.
Shen Zhiyi had been so intimate with him just now, and he didn't know if Young Master Qi would be stressed out and go into shock and pass out.
Fu Yinzhou's forehead twitched.
"I'm fine."
His face was so gloomy that ink could drip from it.
The sinister gaze was cast at Shen Zhiyi again, with a complex and obscure look.
In fact, he was not only fine.
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