Suddenly, Luo Xiaoyi felt a warmth around her waist. Ou Zihan had already pulled her into his arms. His warm, strong chest pressed tightly against her, and she was firmly held in his embrace.
"Ou Zihan, you scoundrel, let me go!" She struggled fiercely.
Immediately afterward, Luo Xiaoyi was speechless. Her lips had been passionately kissed by Ou Zihan. His kisses were hot and scorching, sometimes like a rushing river, flowing wildly; sometimes like a gentle stream, tender and lingering, full of affection.
At first, Luo Xiaoyi struggled fiercely, but later, her struggles became weaker and weaker, and eventually, she gave up struggling...
After a long while, Ou Zihan finally released her. Her face was flushed, and she looked at his captivating face, panting heavily.
"Xiaoyi, don't say anything about divorcing me again. It's very hurtful to say that, you know?" Ou Zihan's expression was somewhat hurt.
This woman actually dared to ask him for a divorce? He really wanted to abandon her then, but he couldn't.
"Xiaoyi, from now on I will never mention Baizhi's name again. Let's be together, okay?" Ou Zihan's large hand gently stroked her smooth face, his deep black eyes filled with tenderness, as if he wanted to drown her in his affection...
In this lifetime, Ou Zihan never wants to let her go again...
At this moment, Luo Xiaoyi's carefully constructed facade of strength crumbled. A single sentence from this man had easily won her over, and now she longed for his embrace.
"Hmm..." After all that commotion, Luo Xiaoyi actually felt even sweeter being with him. She rested her head on his warm chest, her lips slightly curved, and her face beaming with a happy smile.
His large hand gently stroked her dark hair. At this moment, his tenderness was irresistible to any young girl, making Luo Xiaoyi feel an urge to drown in his arms...
Time seemed to stand still at this moment; in this dilapidated hotel, two people deeply in love embraced tightly...
After a while, Ou Zihan let go of her body, took her small hand, and said, "Xiaoyi, this place is so small and shabby, how are we going to sleep? Let's go home and sleep."
"Okay." At this moment, Luo Xiaoyi was as docile as a kitten, placing her small hand in his warm big hand and letting him do as he pleased.
Ou Zihan looked at her with his handsome eyes, and he was a little unaccustomed to it. "So well-behaved? This is a bit unlike you. Let me touch you, do you have a fever?" Ou Zihan teased, touching her forehead.
"You're so annoying," Luo Xiaoyi said coquettishly, hiding her head.
"Your coquettishness is even more captivating." Ou Zihan's warm, thin lips pecked her cheek, and well, her face, which had just returned to normal, turned red again.
Ou Zihan's sexy thin lips curled into a deep smile as he pulled her home.
...
In the bedroom of the European-style house.
Luo Xiaoyi had only been asleep for a short while when she groggily turned over. Her arm slipped onto Ou Zihan's face. Why was it so hot? She jerked her hand back. She opened her eyes and turned on the bedside lamp. Ou Zihan's eyes were closed, her long eyelashes trembling, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, and her face was deathly pale.
Her small hand touched his forehead; it was so hot. "Young Master Ou, what's wrong?" Luo Xiaoyi's voice was full of anxiety and worry.
"Uh, my stomach hurts a little." Ou Zihan's voice was hoarse and low.
"Then why didn't you wake me up? Are you just going to keep enduring this without saying anything?" Luo Xiaoyi frowned deeply, looking extremely anxious.
She couldn't help but blame him. How could this man not cherish himself?
"It's nothing, just bear with it." Ou Zihan said, pretending to be fine, but he was sweating more and more from the pain.
"It's nothing, you're in so much pain. You've never eaten at a street food stall before, you must have gotten an upset stomach today. I'll get you some fever reducer first, and then I'll put a hot towel on your stomach and massage it, that should help." Luo Xiaoyi thought of a solution.
“Okay,” Ou Zihan said softly.
Luo Xiaoyi gave him some fever-reducing medicine, and after he lay down, Luo Xiaoyi covered him with a blanket.
"Wear some warm water until you sweat a little, then your fever will go down. I'll get you a basin of hot water to apply to your stomach," Luo Xiaoyi said softly.
"Okay," Ou Zihan said gently. It felt so good to be taken care of by the woman he loved. Even when he was sick, it was a kind of enjoyment.
Luo Xiaoyi brought hot water; Ou Zihan's fever had already subsided, and she wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"How are you feeling now?" Luo Xiaoyi's voice was soft and warm, as warm as the sunshine that touched his heart.
"It still hurts. Weren't you going to rub it for me? Hurry up and unbuckle your belt," Ou Zihan commanded in a deep voice.
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"What? You want me to unbuckle a man's belt?" Luo Xiaoyi froze, staring at him blankly like a puppet, her eyes filled with helplessness.
"Hurry up, what are you doing standing there like an idiot? Quick, unbuckle your belt." Ou Zihan's deep voice rang out again, urging him once more.
How could Luo Xiaoyi, who couldn't even tie a man's tie, possibly undo a man's belt? She stood there, blushing and her heart pounding, unsure of what to do.
"I, I..." Luo Xiaoyi stammered completely, her face turned bright red, and she couldn't speak anymore.
"What do you mean? I asked you to apply a warm compress to my tummy and rub it, that's not what I asked you to do. What kind of nonsense are you spouting with your little head?"
Ou Zihan spoke with a hint of teasing. He was actually looking forward to his little woman's hands rubbing his belly. What a delightful experience it would be to have those soft, snake-like hands rubbing his belly!
Although his stomach still hurt a little, just thinking about it made his mouth dry.
"I... I don't know how to unbuckle a man's belt." Luo Xiaoyi awkwardly rubbed her forehead, finally coming up with this lame excuse after struggling for a long time.
“Okay, I’ll undo it myself.” Ou Zihan said, and began to undo the belt.
Luo Xiaoyi immediately covered her eyes in embarrassment. She felt her face burning hot. Oh dear, this is terrible! What should she do now?
"Don't bother trying to fix it. I think the best thing to do is call a doctor." Luo Xiaoyi quickly came up with a solution: why not just pass the buck to someone else? Wouldn't that get rid of the awkward situation?
"You want me to call a man to rub your stomach? I, Ou Zihan, don't have that kind of fetish." Ou Zihan glanced at her, pulled away one of her small hands that was covering her face, and said in a somewhat displeased tone.
"No..." Luo Xiaoyi was so embarrassed that she was speechless. She couldn't see the answer either way. What should she do? Her eyebrows were almost furrowed in worry.
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