The two embraced each other and slept until dawn.
It was already seven o'clock when Shen Qinglan woke up. She used to wake up at six o'clock, but it was rare to oversleep today.
She opened her eyes, and as soon as she moved, she noticed that something was not right, and when she touched it, she instantly shrank back.
Shen Qinglan realized what it was, her eyes widened suddenly, her face reddened at a speed visible to the naked eye, spreading all the way, even her neck became red.
"Are you still satisfied?" Fu Hengyi's hoarse voice echoed in Shen Qinglan's ears. Shen Qinglan jumped up in shock, but forgot that she was trapped in Fu Hengyi's arms at the moment, and Fu Hengyi looked up slightly. she.
Shen Qinglan's head hit Fu Hengyi's chin directly, Shen Qinglan hissed, and Fu Hengyi groaned directly.
"Qinglan, are you really planning to murder your husband?"
"Who, who made you play a hooligan." Shen Qinglan couldn't keep his cold look any longer, and stammered.
Fu Hengyi's hand fell on Shen Qinglan's head and helped her gently press the place where she was hit just now.
Hearing what she said, her eyes darkened and she gritted her teeth, "Miss Shen, I am thirty-one years old this year, not three. Don't you know that men are the most impulsive in the morning?"
Shen Qinglan's face was red enough to drip blood. No matter how calm Rao was, he couldn't wait to dig a crack and bury himself at this moment.
She sat up in a hurry, "Well, I, I'll make breakfast."
Fu Hengyi held her wrist, and as soon as she exerted force, Shen Qinglan fell onto Fu Hengyi's body, and in one rotation, the positions of the two were reversed.
Fu Hengyi looked down at the person under him, his eyes narrowed dangerously, "Run away when you light a fire?"
Shen Qinglan glanced around in a panic, but didn't dare to look at him. The unintentional touch just now reminded her that the tiger in front of her was a awake tiger, still hungry and waiting for the meat to eat. kind.
Shen Qinglan didn't dare to move, "You can only blame yourself for not having enough concentration."
Fu Hengyi was angrily laughed at by her. After 31 years of living, it was the first time that he was said to have poor determination. If he was heard by his subordinates, he might be laughed at.
"You dress like this, and you say that I have poor concentration, are you sure?" Fu Hengyi's eyes fell on the gleaming white under him, and his voice was hoarse.
Shen Qinglan was inexplicable. Following his line of sight, he realized that two buttons of his pajamas had been opened, revealing a large piece of spring light on his chest.
The heat that had just subsided on his face soared again, struggling to get up, but Fu Hengyi pressed her hands firmly like a rock.
He looked at her, his eyes bright and dim, especially because of her struggle, the gleaming white under his eyes dangled in front of him, he only felt that there was a fire in his head, burning his reason and engulfing his consciousness .
Noticing the soaring body temperature of the man on his body, the panic in Shen Qinglan's eyes became even more intense. Just as he was about to open his mouth to say something, a piece of softness covered his lips.
Fu Hengyi's lips had a slight coolness, which was completely different from the heat on him. His lips were very soft, like a kind of jelly that Shen Qinglan had eaten before, soft, qq, and slippery.
Fu Hengyi kissed the person under him, tenderly, tenderly, Shen Qinglan closed his eyes, Fu Hengyi's shackled Shen Qinglan's hands let go, and one hand stretched in along the hem of the clothes, feeling the delicateness of his hands. Touch, his eyes darker.
Shen Qinglan's hand wrapped around Fu Hengyi's neck at some point, his teeth were pried open, and Fu Hengyi drove straight in, changing the gentleness before, and the kiss became domineering.
Shen Qinglan only felt that she was placed on a turbulent sea. As the waves went up and down, the waves were not cold, but were hot like magma, burning her soul.
Just when Shen Qinglan thought that Fu Hengyi would do it to the end, Fu Hengyi's hand was taken away from his clothes, and his head was buried in Shen Qinglan's neck. Shen Qinglan could clearly feel his violently undulating chest and heaviness. of breathing.
Neither of the two spoke or moved.
After a long time, Fu Hengyi turned over and got out of bed neatly, "I'm going to take a shower." He rushed into the bathroom without looking back.
In the bathroom, the sound of rushing water and the man's suppressed groan soon came to mind.
After a long time, it was quiet in the bathroom. Fu Hengyi looked at his right hand and smiled bitterly. He really did it for himself.
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in the bedroom.
It wasn't until the sound of rushing water in the bathroom that Shen Qinglan got up slowly. The buttons of her pajamas were all opened, and she was wearing nothing inside. At this moment, the softness of her chest was completely exposed. In the air, if Fu Hengyi saw To this picture, I am afraid that no matter how strong the self-control will collapse.
Shen Qinglan got up and changed her clothes, looking at the red spots on her chest in the mirror, and sometimes even her neck, she couldn't help but blushed again.
Her fingers gently brushed the dark purple ambiguous traces.
"Don't worry, as long as you don't want to, I will never touch you."
In her mind, what Fu Hengyi said in her ear last night reverberated, and what appeared in front of her eyes was the way Fu Hengyi had endured profusely sweating just now, but still braked at a critical moment.
There was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth. Even if Fu Hengyi did it to the end, she wouldn't blame him. After all, they were husband and wife, but there would still be a slight disappointment in her heart.
Shen Qinglan quickly changed her clothes and got into the kitchen. It was not until she washed her face with cold water that the heat gradually subsided.
She opened the refrigerator, looked at the existing ingredients, took out a few, and planned to make breakfast. She didn't know what Fu Hengyi liked to eat, so she planned to do what she usually eats.
She doesn't like to eat Western-style breakfast, and it's too late to make steamed buns or something, so Shen Qinglan only intends to make tomato egg noodles.
What Fu Hengyi saw when he came out of the bath was this picture: Shen Qinglan was wearing an apron, his hair was casually tied with a rubber band, and he was frying something with a spoon.
Such Shen Qinglan has receded from the usual coldness, and became soft and quiet, as if the fairy who never eats the fireworks of the world has turned into an ordinary woman and become a home, but it attracts Fu Hengyi's attention more and more.
"Go get the chopsticks first, you can eat right away." Shen Qinglan noticed Fu Hengyi and said something, not daring to look up at him.
Fu Hengyi's face has returned to calm, and he walked over, "I'll pretend, you go to the dining table and wait."
Shen Qinglan nodded and walked out of the kitchen.
Fu Hengyi packed the two bowls of noodles and took them out.
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