Driven by extreme desire, Fu Yinzhou gently lifted her wrist.
His thin lips pressed against her skin.
He kissed the veins on her wrist bit by bit.
He considered himself very careful.
But his breath was too hot, spraying on the skin of her wrist, arousing an unfamiliar shudder.
And the rough fingertips pinching her wrist.
Even if it's just a pause, the occasional added force can still create a hot and hard-to-ignore touch on the delicate skin.
The edge of the sleeping dream was torn apart bit by bit.
Shen Zhiyi's long eyelashes trembled slightly.
Moved his fingertips.
Fu Yinzhou froze.
Raise your head.
In the dark night, he met Shen Zhiyi's confused, bewildered, and suddenly shocked eyes.
"ah--"
She only saw a figure clearly, and before she could identify who it was, she immediately pulled out her wrist, aimed it at his face, and slapped him hard!
Bang——!
The crisp sound exploded in the darkness.
Shen Zhiyi pulled the quilt tightly and quickly moved to the head of the bed.
Use the moonlight to see the person in front of you clearly.
And the wheelchair beneath him.
"Young Master?!" Shen Zhiyi widened his pupils and slowly loosened his fingertips that were pinching the quilt.
"What brought you here?"
Fu Yinzhou's head tilted away due to her slap.
The whole face was hidden behind the moonlight, blending into a layer of dark shadow.
But the dark pupils hidden under the eyelashes rolled up with a bright light, as if finding back the color of her memory.
He touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue.
The burning pain on my cheek unexpectedly aroused a burst of subtle pleasure.
The pleasure that only the real her can give.
He had to exert great effort to suppress the corners of his lips that he couldn't help but raise.
Fu Yinzhou turned his head.
"Zhizhi, I feel uncomfortable." He said pitifully.
Shen Zhiyi was stunned for a moment.
Then she nervously lifted the quilt and moved in front of him.
"I'm sorry, Master. I didn't know it was you."
"Did it hurt you?"
She just didn't disguise herself, revealing her true personality and using ruthlessness.
"Are you feeling unwell?"
"Is he ill?"
She became anxious.
If he hadn't been ill and couldn't bear the night, why would he have come to her room?
Even though it had come to this, she hadn't woken me up yet. I just grabbed her wrist and smelled her scent.
Shen Zhiyi thought he was simply pitiful.
Seeing the worry on her face, Fu Yinzhou raised his head, pushed his wheelchair, and moved his red face into the moonlight.
So that she can see clearly.
As expected, I caught the apology in her eyes.
"Hmm..." He seemed a little breathless. He kept staring at her lips, his Adam's apple rolling rapidly, "It hurts everywhere."
"Then... let me hug you?" Shen Zhiyi said, sitting down on the edge of the bed, pulling his wrist, half of her body leaning over, hugging him.
"Will this be better?"
Fu Yinzhou buried his head in her neck.
The warm and delicate neck, still carrying the sweet fragrance of the quilt, was like a harbor, making him unable to resist lingering.
His mind moved slightly and he raised his lips.
"not enough."
He pinched her waist with his big hand and separated her a little.
He looked her in the eye, his breathing growing longer and deeper in the dark night.
But it carries a heat that is enough to burn the chest.
He spoke slowly: "I remember that I accidentally touched your sweat before, and it felt much better."
"So, there should be another way to let me sleep well."
Shen Zhiyi was slightly stunned.
"What method?"
On such a comfortable and cool night, you can't let her think of ways to sweat, right?
Fu Yinzhou's Adam's apple rolled deep, and his eyes were covered with a darkness thicker than the night. "There is something that may be more effective than sweat."
He rubbed her waist with his fingertips.
"Zhizhi..." He said hoarsely, "Can I kiss you?"
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