“This…” Shen Zhiyi hesitated.
Fu Yinzhou frowned. "Hurry up."
"I don't have much patience."
Shen Zhiyi noticed that his expression was particularly gloomy, and he seemed very impatient.
He paused for a moment.
Bending down and getting closer.
A face as beautiful as a peach blossom suddenly came close to his eyes, almost touching the tip of his nose.
Her eyes were like autumn water, her lips like cherry blossoms, and her nose like jade.
She looked at him with an innocent and bewildered expression.
Fu Yinzhou's body stiffened, and his large hands, which were pressing on both sides of the wheelchair, slowly tightened.
"Don't get so close."
He frowned deeply and moved back a little.
My heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Shen Zhiyi pouted and said innocently, "Young Master keeps telling me to get closer and then telling me not to get so close. I don't understand."
She didn't move.
A hint of anger appeared on Fu Yinzhou's face.
He picked up the handkerchief and gently pushed her chin away. "I want your neck, not your face."
Shen Zhiyi was pulled to the side by his force, revealing a section of her long and slender neck.
Fu Yinzhou leaned forward.
He leaned close to her neck and gently sniffed.
really.
The flavor here is much stronger than the one on my arm.
But it still felt slightly different from before.
Not healing enough.
His gaze fell, settling on a patch of skin in front of her collarbone.
Press your lips together tightly.
His large hand gripping the wheelchair handle tightened a little more, as if he had made a decision. His brows furrowed, and the tip of his nose slightly lowered...
The scorching heat sprayed onto my neck.
Shen Zhiyi leaned to one side, her face gradually covered with a thin layer of powder.
She bit her lip, feeling that breath gradually descend, stirring a tingling heat, and her body went limp.
The center of gravity is unbalanced.
Shen Zhiyi exclaimed in surprise.
He instinctively reached out to help the wheelchair.
Unexpectedly, it pressed down on the back of Fu Yinzhou's hand, covering it firmly.
Fu Yinzhou's body trembled violently.
His nose brushed against her collarbone, and his thin lips lightly brushed against her smooth, jade-like skin.
Both of them shuddered slightly, panting.
Fu Yinzhou's cold eyes narrowed in panic. He immediately leaned back in his chair as if escaping for his life, forcefully pulling his hand away from her grasp. He said in a cold and angry tone, "Who told you to move?!"
His chest heaved, and his breathing became rapid.
Tip of the nose, lips, back of the hand...
Her touch and fragrance lingered everywhere, making him feel uneasy.
But what's worse is...
Because of his movement, Shen Zhiyi completely lost her balance and fell forward.
She lay directly on his lap.
The plump softness crashed heavily against his silent legs.
Fu Yinzhou froze.
Shen Zhiyi bumped her chest against his hard knee, wincing in pain, her watery eyes welling up with tears. "I'm sorry, young master, I didn't mean to."
She helped him up by holding onto his legs.
Her slender, pale fingers almost touched the base of his thigh.
Fu Yinzhou snapped out of his shock, furious, and turned his wheelchair, trying to get away from this damned woman.
Two-phase action.
Shen Zhiyi slid forward again, using both her hands and feet, and her knee hit the wheelchair footrest, unexpectedly stopping the backward-moving wheelchair.
His body tilted to one side, forcibly separating his legs.
She knelt awkwardly between his legs.
His warm breath almost sprayed onto the hem of his neatly ironed shirt.
She smelled the pleasant scent of vetiver and incense emanating from him, like damp, smoky wood, exuding a cold and mysterious aura in the dim forest.
"I'm sorry, young master..."
Did I hurt you?
She looked up with deep remorse.
Her hair was disheveled, her nose was bright red, her face was flushed, and her eyes were brimming with tears.
Her soft, boneless hand was still resting on his thigh.
Fu Yinzhou abruptly turned his face away, his hands gripping the armrests of the wheelchair tightly, his knuckles turning white, his ears flushing an unnatural red, and even his voice becoming slightly hoarse.
"Get out...get out!"
Shen Zhiyi walked out with her head down.
The housekeeper stared at her blankly, then turned around and heard Fu Yinzhou's angry roar coming from inside the room.
"From now on, she is not allowed to go up to the second floor without my permission!"
The butler's pupils dilated.
Does the young master mean... he's keeping her?
He gasped as he watched Shen Zhiyi slowly descend the stairs.
This is truly bizarre.
*
inside the house.
Fu Yinzhou stared at his legs, the scene he had just witnessed flashing through his mind.
He closed his eyes tightly.
This woman... she must have done it on purpose!
He had long since lost feeling in his legs, yet she dared to ask him if it hurt.
Was it a deliberate attempt to mock him?
Oh.
He gritted his teeth, then, as if remembering something, his eyes suddenly became deep and dark.
He thought he had long since become a useless person.
These legs, after so many years and so many methods, have shown no improvement whatsoever.
He had long since lost hope.
I feel deeply disgusted with all treatments.
No matter how enticing the claims are, or how high the chances of recovery seem, if you try it, the final result will always be disappointment.
But what's even more unbearable than these broken legs is the pain of having hope extinguished every time it's rekindled.
That ashes-like despair gave him a kind of illusion.
He seemed to heed useless and foolish advice from others, tearing his own life apart time and time again, only to throw it into the dark well with his own hands.
The pain of treatment, the pain of failure... all of it gnawed at him alone.
That's how it is.
Why not just stay in the well?
Now, he has become accustomed to all this darkness and has even forgotten whether he is dead or not.
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