Fu Yinzhou gritted his teeth.
Even though she felt a sharp, stabbing pain in her legs, she still took a step forward and swayed as she rushed to Shen Zhiyi's side.
Shen Zhiyi stared at him blankly.
The gaze slowly shifted from his standing legs to his face.
"So..." she began, "you've been secretly receiving treatment outside all this time, hiding it from me?"
It turned out that he already knew her identity.
They already knew her true purpose for coming to the villa.
so……
Was all his affectionate behavior simply because she was her?
The reason why her scent had a healing effect on him might be because, subconsciously, he only accepted her.
Shen Zhiyi blinked.
A sense of joy welled up in my heart.
She should have made that decision a long time ago.
Who else but him could evoke such tenderness and affection in her? Who else would go to such lengths, even at the cost of self-torture and self-suppression, to retain such gentleness towards her?
Every pore of her skin recognized him before she even realized it.
"You guessed it all?" Fu Yinzhou suddenly grabbed her wrist, his expression twisted, but his eyes, like stars in the dark night, stared intently at her.
“Yes,” he growled.
“I’ve been secretly receiving treatment without telling you.”
"I'm just afraid that you'll do what you did today, complete the task, pack your bags, and leave without looking back!"
He pulled her close and held her in his arms.
"Zhizhi..." his voice trembled, "I won't let you go again, I won't..."
No matter how despicable, how dark...
He will never let go...
His lonely eyes flickered where she couldn't see them.
Before Shen Zhiyi could say anything, her mouth and nose were suddenly covered by a damp handkerchief.
Hmm...
Consciousness gradually faded.
Shen Zhiyi closed her eyes and collapsed into his arms.
Fu Yinzhou held her tightly, his lips pressed together, a deep obsession and possessiveness swirling in his dark eyes.
Zhizhi, who keeps thinking about leaving...
He will keep her by his side for a very, very long time...
She wanted him to let her go?
No.
Unless he dies.
Fu Yinzhou put his arm around her waist and looked down at her face, which was resting against his chest.
Small and lustrous.
Every stroke and turn in the design is the image he has been longing for day and night.
Zhizhi... his Zhizhi...
Fu Yinzhou felt an overwhelming surge of love and madness welling up in his chest.
He lowered his head and kissed her lips.
He poured out all his passion, burning with the most intense emotions, his desire for her.
A sharp pain shot through my leg.
With a heart full of tenderness and adoration, he gently kissed her, bit by bit.
He loves her.
Love to the point of near suffocation.
He loved her so much that he was greedy for every inch of her skin, wanting to be close to her and kiss her all the time.
Love seeps into the very bones, even the parched and withered soul overflows with wet desire.
If she just glances at him and tells him that she will stay by his side forever, he will easily fall into a thrilling dream.
A slippery dream, a sticky dream.
Enough to drown his dreams.
Perhaps they call it a sin.
But only he himself knew that it was love, love, love, love, love.
Wet and sticky love.
A love that cowers in a dark corner, as dark and humble as mud, a love that cannot bear the light, a love that paints his sky, body, and soul...
Fu Yinzhou picked her up horizontally.
He took difficult steps, feeling the weight emanating from her body that carried his soul.
He put her on the bed.
He gently stroked her face with his fingertips, his gaze lingering with a sickly intensity.
Fantasy, decay, decline.
Reality, rebirth, eternity.
Every word that came to mind was of her face, and every sentence ended with her.
He was mesmerized, viewing the world through her eyes.
Don't think about others, don't look at others.
Because without her, the world would be meaningless, not even for oxygen.
She was his oxygen.
“Zhizhi…”
I love you so much.
Why can't you be a little more obedient?
"As long as you don't keep trying to leave after you wake up, I'll do whatever you ask me to do..."
*
When Shen Zhiyi woke up, she found herself lying in Fu Yinzhou's bed.
The curtains were open, and sunlight bathed half the room.
At the boundary between light and shadow, Fu Yinzhou sat in his wheelchair, half his face hidden in the shadows, staring intently at her.
His eyes were frighteningly bright.
"Zhizhi, you're awake..." He met her eyes, his gaze softening instantly, and even his tone became gentle, "Are you hungry?"
"I'll have someone get you something to eat."
Shen Zhiyi was tempted.
I noticed a cold sensation at my ankle, along with a slight cracking sound.
She frowned in confusion.
Lifting the blanket, I discovered that a thin gold chain was tied to my right ankle and attached to the bedpost at the foot of the bed.
Shen Zhiyi laughed.
"Fu Yinzhou, are you just going to tie me up like this?"
Fu Yinzhou gripped the side of the chair with his large hand, straightening half of his body.
She stopped calling him "Young Master"...
"Zhizhi, you remember everything now, don't you?"
He was both nervous and excited.
Shen Zhiyi crossed her arms and leaned against the headboard, lazily ordering him, "Hurry up and come here."
"Ah, Zhou." She parted her cherry lips slightly, uttering the name that had just been unlocked from her memory.
Fu Yinzhou's chest heaved, and wild joy surged in his eyes.
Drawn involuntarily by her words, I turned my wheelchair and came to her.
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