He Yan only stayed in the hospital for two days, and moved to Fu Shenxing's apartment on the afternoon of the third day. Her mother had already called her a few times. How dare she let her mother know that she had cut her wrist and committed suicide. Naturally, I had to find other reasons to explain why I couldn't go home for a few days.
Fu Shenxing was sitting on the sofa by the window, listening to her telling her mother how she followed her colleagues back to her hometown in Guizhou for vacation on a whim, and said: "The Internet here is not good, so I can't video with you. But the scenery is really good, if you have a chance, you can come and take a look with your father."
He couldn't help pulling up the corners of his lips and looking at her mockingly, but she turned a blind eye and only focused on talking on her phone, "Well, don't worry, I will pay attention to safety. I have already set the itinerary for you and Dad, just Send it to Dad’s mailbox, take a look, and tell me if you have any questions. There is still time to change it. Well, I will definitely rush back before you go out, don’t worry.”
She talked to her mother a few more words, then hung up the phone, looked up, saw that Fu Shenxing was still looking at her, and directly raised his injured wrist to show him, "No way. It's better than asking my mother to see this , what do you say?"
Fu Shenxing glanced across her wound. Unconsciously, he said coldly: "You should use a little more force to just cut off that claw of yours."
After hearing this, she was not in a hurry or angry, and even showed a bit of helplessness on her face, looking at him like a child, "Isn't it finished? Don't mention the past. Man, can you be more generous?"
When he was in a hurry, he only hoped that she would survive, no matter what she did, he would not be held accountable. After that period of anxiety, the tricks she played against him, the things she did without telling him. How could he forget so easily? Even the fact that she threatened him with her own life made him feel extremely annoyed.
That's right, he has never been a magnanimous person, he is ruthless and will take revenge, this time he fell into her hands because of love, how can he be reconciled
He looked at her suspiciously, but she was calm, smiling at him indifferently, lifted the quilt and sat up, ordering him very naturally, saying: "Can you do me a favor? I wrapped this wrist with plastic wrap, I wanted to take a shower, but I was afraid of getting the wound wet."
Fu Shenxing was slightly stunned, with a flash of surprise in his expression, he seemed to hesitate for a moment, then he threw the document in his hand casually, got up and walked over to copy her from the bed, hugged her horizontally, and walked to the bathroom. She didn't struggle, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and said: "It's best to wrap your wrists first."
"No, you just need to raise it higher, I'll help you, you don't need to use your hands." He said, stretched out his hand to undress her, and only after he unbuttoned his shirt, his body reacted. She was shocked at first, then laughed, and said: "Forget it, I appreciate the kindness, but you should go out, I will do it myself."
But he refused to leave, he just took off her clothes expressionlessly, stripped her naked in a short while, first reminded her to raise her injured arm, and then took the shower to wash her, and said But said lightly: "Don't worry, it's just a normal physiological reaction, I'm not here to touch you."
He Yan was a little strange, but also a little uneasy. To tell the truth, she knew that he was obsessed with her body, and she proposed to take a bath at this time because she wanted to seduce him. She knew that his anger was still suppressed in his heart, and it would be better to go to bed to solve this matter than to let him attack elsewhere. Unexpectedly, today he has become Liu Xiahui who is not in trouble.
In this way, she was somewhat confused about his thoughts.
After taking a shower for her, he wiped her clean carefully, then wrapped her in a bathrobe and carried her out, put her back on the bed, then brought over the hair dryer, and patiently dried her hair. He Yan felt that he was really weird today, so she simply asked directly: "Fu Shenxing, are you okay? Why do I feel so hopeless in my heart?"
Fu Shenxing paused when he heard the words, threw the hair dryer under the bed, reached out and lifted her chin, and carefully looked at her beautiful face. She was pale and weak, even her lips were very pale, but her eyes were the same as before. , It's dark and deep, without showing the slightest timidity. He smiled unconsciously and asked, "He Yan, when will you stop playing tricks on me?"
He Yan's eyes flickered, but she refused to admit it, "Since when did I play tricks on you again? What? Is it wrong to hook up with you?"
Look, she is so aware of current affairs, and can speak out her little thoughts just now. He couldn't tell whether he was more annoyed or more helpless in his heart. He pinched her small chin and asked her, "What do you think of going to bed with me? A means to calm my anger?"
At this point, she couldn't continue to play dumb anymore. She looked at him quietly for a while, then nodded, and replied: "Yes, I really can't think of any other way. Instead of telling you to vent your anger elsewhere, you might as well vent it on the bed."
Fu Shenxing didn't know whether to laugh or cry after hearing this. He looked at her silently. After a while, he let go of her chin and leaned over to bully her, forcing her down on the bed little by little. He turned slightly sideways, supported most of his weight on his elbows, lowered his head and bit her lips lightly, and asked her in a low voice: "You think I'm going to bed with you just to vent, don't you?"
Her body was tense, her lips trembled slightly, and she wanted to ask him "Isn't it?", but reason made her grit her teeth again, and just kept silent. But he seemed to have read her mind, curled up the corners of his lips and smiled, said nothing, only lowered his head to kiss her again.
Starting from the forehead, move down a little bit, refusing to let go of a corner. At the beginning, she just gritted her teeth and endured. When the fiery lips passed her waist, she still had no intention of stopping. She couldn't help but panicked, stretched out her hand to push his straight shoulder, and begged in the middle of her mouth: "Enough, I Don't like that."
"I like it." He raised his body to look at her, then lowered his body firmly again, kissing her, pleasing her, with the most devout gesture.
It's too intimate, it's not something between her and him. She could accept all the humiliation he gave, but she didn't want to accept any pleasure from him. He Yan trembled uncontrollably, trying to push him away, but he was so firm that he clamped her waist, making her unable to resist.
In the confusion, she had no choice but to change the way, and only tried her best to raise her body, hooked his neck with her hands, and begged him in a trembling voice with a crying voice: "Please, give it to me, Shen Zhijie, I want you."
He finally stopped, looked at her with bright eyes, and asked, "Want me?"
She nodded wildly, "Stop torturing me, you bastard."