I don't know how long they held each other, but after a while, I almost thought he had overslept with her.
She turned her head and glanced at Fu Yinzhou out of the corner of her eye.
His cheeks were rosy and his eyes were bright and shining, completely different from how he looked when he was just starting to feel ill.
It was concluded that he should have recovered.
She felt relieved and struggled to get off him.
"Master, are you feeling better?"
"If it's better, I won't sit on your lap anymore. If I press on you for too long, it will cause blood circulation problems."
She stood up and stepped back a little.
Fu Yinzhou's arms suddenly felt empty, and his eyes followed Chen, "You..."
"Don't worry," Shen Zhiyi said obediently, standing aside with his head down. "I will remember your words and guard my boundaries. As long as you get better, I will never make unnecessary contact."
After saying that, look at him.
Seeing his unhappy expression, she suddenly took two steps back.
It should be okay for such a long distance, right?
Fu Yinzhou: ...
He lowered his eyes, suppressing the gloom and desire in them.
He retracted his arm, which was still suspended in the air, and rubbed his fingertips imperceptibly.
There seemed to be some warmth from her body still on it.
Warm and delicate.
It was her body temperature that he thought about day and night, obsessed with and attached to her...
He raised his head and looked at her with dark eyes, "Come here."
Shen Zhiyi was puzzled.
Hesitantly, he took two steps forward.
Fu Yinzhou patted his thigh and said, "Didn't you say you would give me a massage?"
"You just pressed me for so long, didn't you think of giving me a massage?"
"This isn't superfluous contact," he said, his eyes darkening. "It's a necessary...duty."
Shen Zhiyi was puzzled and muttered softly.
"Don't you dislike being touched?"
Fu Yinzhou raised his eyebrows, "What did you say?"
"nothing."
Shen Zhiyi curled his lips.
She slowly moved towards him, squatted down, and knelt on the carpet beside him.
She placed her fingers on the front of his thigh, tilted her head back, and glanced at him.
"Did I pinch it?" She placed her hand above his thigh and shook it tentatively.
"Yeah." Fu Yinzhou lowered his eyes and said lightly.
"This is a thigh." Shen Zhiyi opened his eyes wide and confirmed again, "Did you really pinch it?"
"Yeah." Fu Yinzhou held her hand and placed it directly on his leg.
"Press it."
His tone was calm, but a dark light flashed in his eyes.
Like expectation.
It's like...excited.
Shen Zhiyi tilted her head and pressed along his thigh with great skill.
Her strength was sometimes light and sometimes weak.
Although Fu Yinzhou felt uncomfortable.
But just looking at that pair of soft little hands rubbing and pressing his legs... a huge amount of indescribable pleasure had already risen in his chest.
Densely packed, hitting the heart directly.
His dark eyes fell on the top of her head.
It then slowly slid down along her drooping hair, outlining her fair profile and small, delicate jaw.
He looked at her long, drooping eyelashes and her lips, which were pursed into a pale pink color because of her seriousness.
And that slender and beautiful neck...
Inch by inch, bit by bit.
It seemed as if Fu Yinzhou could never get enough of looking at her, and his deep and affectionate gaze lingered between her eyebrows.
Shen Zhiyi pressed and pressed.
I always feel like there is a sticky gaze sticking to me.
She looked up in surprise.
But he saw Fu Yinzhou leaning back in the chair with a calm face.
He lowered his eyes to look at her, and his gaze was as cold and indifferent as usual.
No emotions.
She shook her head, looked away, and continued massaging.
"The work clothes don't fit you well today," Fu Yinzhou said suddenly. "I'll prepare some for you tomorrow."
This old-fashioned outfit is really an eyesore on her.
And those just now...
His eyes suddenly darkened.
He would not allow her to wear such excessive clothes and walk around the villa.
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