"Jiang Shu." Fu Shiyan said in a deep voice, very calmly, and looked directly at her: "That's Wen Yuan. If anyone knows that she is drunk and staying with me, her reputation will be ruined."
So I had to take her home.
"Her reputation? Didn't it disappear a few years ago when she locked you in a hotel room?"
Fu Shiyan looked at her with a hint of disbelief in his eyes.
"Do you know what you're talking about?"
Jiang Shu couldn't hide the matter. When Fu Shiyan's dark eyes stared at her and inquired, she knew that she was too impulsive this time and had come to the wrong place.
She turned around and wanted to escape: "It's me who's bothering you."
The next second, Fu Shiyan grabbed his arm.
She frowned in pain at the wound involving her waist and abdomen.
Fu Shiyan grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at him.
The absolute power disparity and the confrontation of auras, Jiang Shu has never defeated him.
You were so close that you could smell the fresh fragrance from his body just after taking a shower.
Fu Shiyan was born with a gentle and reserved face, indifferent and clear, which was pleasing to the eye from any angle.
She had often said before that even if he didn't have the financial power and was an ordinary person, there would still be countless girls who would follow him.
It had been a long time since I had watched it properly, and Jiang Shu suddenly felt a little sore in his nose.
Fu Shiyan looked at her steadily, "Are you jealous?"
Jiang Shu was stunned, smirked a few times, and retorted incredulously: "Am I jealous? Why am I jealous? It's so funny."
But he was glad that he couldn't hear his own violently beating heartbeat.
Fu Shiyan lowered his head and pressed his lips against her white ear bones. This time he said firmly: "Jiang Shu, you are jealous of me, that's why you couldn't control yourself and came to me."
He was so close that he remained motionless, his cheeks burned red and hot, and all the arrogance he had when he broke in was extinguished.
"You're blaming me for saving Wen Yuan."
Jiang Shu froze on the spot, unable to move as he was poked at the center of things.
"If I don't take her home, will you come find me?"
Fu Shiyan's lips were cold, but they made the place he passed burn fiercely.
Jiang Shu was breathing rapidly and couldn't even think of pushing away when he kissed her.
I have to say that what he said is right. Without Wen Yuan, she would not take the initiative to contact him.
Her lips were very soft, letting him suck and entangle in a daze, then deeper and more fiercely, and later developed to the point of nibbling and biting, almost venting his anger.
Her lip was bitten by him, and the pain awakened her. She wanted to push away, but he held her tightly in his arms, pressing the back of her head with his big palm to bring the distance closer.
The taste and feeling haven't changed, it's been too long.
Jiang Shu's heart was throbbing in circles, and tears fell down for some reason. Fu Shiyan stopped when he tasted the salty taste.
She said pitifully: "Can't you be gentler?"
His voice was hoarse: "You have been showing me your face these past few days, why should I be gentle?"
Jiang Shu was speechless.
Fu Shiyan kissed her again, as if she knew the taste after eating the marrow.
He could tell by just touching her that she had lost a lot of weight in the past few days.
Confused, confused, and confused, when his hand moved upward, Jiang Shu groaned in pain.
This sound almost made the man lose control.
Jiang Shu's lips were red and her face wrinkled: "The injury is not healed."
Fu Shiyan woke up and took a few breaths before calming down. When he turned around, his shirt had been buttoned all the way. He was completely uninterested and his eyes were once again deserted.
He actually didn't want to have anything happen with Jiang Shu. He just got interested temporarily and she started to show her teeth and claws, so he wanted to control her and make her calm down. But later on, he couldn't control it anymore.