Chapter 302 This Physiology Is Not Another Physiology
When Yang Qianyu took off her clothes while taking a shower, she realized why her waist was aching.
The side of my waist was probably pulled hard by the seat belt when the plane hit the ground. It was very red, bruised and swollen, and it looked a bit scary.
But she was able to move and bend over, which meant that no bones were injured. It was probably a soft tissue contusion at most.
Just get some ointment and apply it later.
After lingering in the bathroom for a long time, she thought the man must have left, so after putting on her underwear, she put on her bathrobe and opened the door.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he raised his eyes, he fell into a pair of deep eyes that were waiting for a rabbit.
"Why haven't you left yet?" she said rudely, subconsciously tightening her bathrobe.
Feng Moyan looked at her reaction, angry and funny, "What do you think I am?"
"..." She also realized that she was overreacting, and her face suddenly became embarrassed.
"Even if I have the intention, I don't have the ability now, so you can rest assured."
"Of course I'm relieved, but I'm not used to sleeping with someone next to me, and it's a man..." The woman walked towards the bed and muttered angrily.
Feng Moyan turned around in his wheelchair and walked towards the bed.
"Then how did you spend our three years of marriage? It seems... although our relationship was not good at that time, we never separated beds and even made love every night, except..."
"Feng Moyan!" Yang Qianyu didn't expect him to say this, so she quickly interrupted with a blushing face, stared at him and asked, "Didn't you say that you didn't remember the past?"
"I didn't remember, but...I read that novel."
"Novel?" Yang Qianyu was confused for a moment, then suddenly realized, "Did Wang Cheng tell you about this? Did you also read that novel specifically?"
"Well, the writing is quite good. After reading it, those blank memories seemed to be filled again. Wang Cheng said, you want the author to delete it, but I think... it is better to continue writing, as if it is the memory of our youth. A memorial.”
The woman rolled her eyes at him and was speechless, "If you want to read it, let it be written just for you to read. Why don't you post it on the Internet and attract everyone to watch? I don't want to be the target of public criticism again."
Feng Moyan stopped in front of her, habitually took her hand again, held it in his palm, and said softly and softly: "I understand your worries. I have observed it carefully. In fact, most people are giving blessings. , the rest are just scolding the male protagonist.”
"Wang Cheng said that when I did this, I wanted to draw the focus of the conflict to myself so that I could restore your image. I also wanted to make the truth known to the public, and I didn't want you to continue to be misunderstood by the outside world."
"Now, things are indeed developing as I originally expected, so I will not let the writer delete the article."
After he finished his long words, he lowered his eyes and looked at the thin hand held in his palm, rubbing the back of her hand with his thumb, and his tone became deeper, "Just think of it as my atonement, and please give me this chance, eh?" "
Yang Qianyu was wearing a bathrobe. Although it was tied tightly at the waist, the neckline of the bathrobe was so big that she had to sit upright and straighten the fabric to protect her chest.
If the waist is hunched and the shoulders are slumped, the chest area will be open...and exposed.
So she sat with her back straight, but this caused some strain on her waist, which was very uncomfortable.
With her eyebrows slightly furrowed, she looked at the man's affectionate expression and didn't know what to say.
If two people are in love with each other, they will naturally be shy and moved when hearing these words.
But they...
It's just that the relationship has eased a bit, but it hasn't reached the point of getting back together, so such deep affection makes her feel even more stressed.
"Feng Moyan...Actually, you don't have to be like this." There is no need to be so humble and low-profile.
"Amo."
"Huh?" The sudden sentence confused her.
"The relationship between us is that you don't have to give me your first name every time, right? When you were a child, you called me brother Amo. Now that you are older, if you feel that you can't call me, then call me Amo, or Mo.
Word."
"..." Yang Qianyu was stared at by his overly hot and affectionate eyes, and she really didn't dare to look at him. She lowered her eyes and muttered, "It doesn't matter what you call her, it's just a title anyway."
"It's different. People who are close should be called closer."
She thought to herself: Who is intimate with you?
But he pursed his lips and did not respond.
It was getting late, and Feng Moyan really couldn't hold on any longer, so he looked at the bed and explained why he stayed: "I'll sleep with you tonight. In case you have another nightmare at night, you open your eyes and see someone beside you.
If you stay with me, you will feel more at ease."
The woman suddenly raised her head and was so frightened that she stammered, "This... no, it's not necessary. You've worked very hard. Just sleep peacefully at night. Don't worry about me. I... I'm fine."
Feng Moyan looked at her flustered and shy look, her eyes were nowhere to be found, and her handsome face couldn't help laughing: "You are already the mother of a child, why are you still as shy as when you were a teenager?"
"Ah? I, do I have..."
"My face is all red."
She withdrew her hand and covered her cheek, "That... was fumigated by the hot water in the bath."
Feng Moyan looked at her embarrassed, flustered and cute look, and felt itchy in his heart. He just wanted to pull her into his arms and kiss her hard.
However, I was afraid that if she resisted or scared her, it would be counterproductive, so I had to suppress my thoughts.
"Okay, it's getting late, let's go to bed. Please help me." He raised his hand, as if he had made up his mind.
Yang Qianyu frowned and stared at him defensively: "Feng Moyan, you... stop making trouble. It's not like we don't have a room. Why do you have to squeeze in with me."
"Qianqian... We are evenly matched now. You need comfort psychologically, and I also need care physically - sleeping together makes it easier to take care of each other."
"Physiology, Physiology, Up?!" Yang Qianyu's first reaction was that "physiology", and her eyes widened in shock!
He can't move, and he has to take care of his "physiology"! What do you mean? How to take care of him? Let her take the initiative? How is this possible!
"Feng Moyan, when will you change your gangster ways! Hiss..." She was so angry that she stood up in a hurry, which caused the injury on her waist to be pulled. She frowned and subconsciously covered her waist with one hand.
Feng Moyan noticed something strange about her, his eyes fell on her waist, and he immediately reached out: "What's wrong with your waist? Or is it injured?"
As he spoke, he started to pull up the bathrobe.
"Hey, don't--" Yang Qianyu hurriedly stepped back, but behind her was the bed, blocking the space. She could only turn slightly to the side, but she still could not escape the man's "claws" that quickly attacked - from the waist.
Lifted up the hem of the bathrobe.
Fortunately, she was wearing underwear, otherwise...
"Why didn't you say you were injured?" Seeing the redness, swelling and bruises on her waist, the man's expression suddenly changed, feeling distressed and angry, "I've asked you several times, but you have to say you're not injured. Don't be careless about your waist injury!"
Yang Qianyu clutched her waist tightly, fearing that he would untie all her bathrobe.
Her slender, white legs were exposed in front of his eyes. She felt extremely awkward and felt goosebumps on her legs.
"It should have been pulled by the seat belt during the collision. It doesn't even count as skin trauma. Just apply some ointment and it will be fine..."
She secretly wanted to pull off her bathrobe and cover her legs, but Feng Moyan pushed it away again and pulled her body around half a circle, "Don't move! Let me see if there are any injuries elsewhere.
"
"Hey, hello...you!"
Yang Qianyu couldn't understand why his hands were so strong when he was sitting in a wheelchair and couldn't move his lower body.
With such pulling, turning and lifting, he not only exposed one leg, but also exposed her entire body from the waist down.
"Hey, don't be like this..." She was so embarrassed that her whole body was on fire, and her hands just wanted to protect herself, but Feng Moyan was only concerned about whether there were any injuries on her body, and the way he was sitting, he could see her clearly.
.
this……
"The knee is also bruised, does it hurt?" His hand touched the woman's knee.
Yang Qianyu shook her legs and quickly avoided it, "No...it doesn't hurt, I don't feel it."
"Where's the upper body?" After checking the waist below, he turned to the woman and raised his eyes and asked.
Yang Qianyu quickly covered her chest, fearing that he would continue to take off her bathrobe, and shook her head like a rattle. "It's not hurt. I just checked it when I took a shower. It's gone."
"Really?" The man raised his eyes slightly, his eyes full of affection and concern, and he looked suave and lustful.
"real!"
Seeing that she was protecting him tightly, feeling uncomfortable all over, and the roots of her ears were so red that they were bleeding. The corners of the man's mouth were slightly raised, and his smile was simply too charming to kill: "Actually... you don't have to be so outspoken in front of me."
What he said was serious, but Yang Qianyu looked at him and saw the teasing in his eyes.
This bastard!
Even if you lose your memory, you won’t change your gangster nature!
"We are just ex-husbands and ex-wives, so of course we have to see each other!" She pulled back her bathrobe, hurriedly tied the belt again, and wrapped the skirt more tightly.
"Well... you go back to sleep quickly! I'm going to sleep too!"
"It seems there's something wrong with your ears."
"Um?"
"I won't take back what I said. I'll sleep here tonight. Also, don't be careless about your injury. I asked them to send you some medicine for bruises and I'll help you apply it later."
Yang Qianyu was surprised, "This is in Dubai, not in China. Where can I get medicine for bruises?"
"Ha..." Mr. Feng smiled, "In this world, as long as you have money, what else can you worry about?"
When Yang Qianyu heard this, she instinctively replied: "Money is indeed everything, but money is not everything."
Knowing the deep meaning of her words, Mr. Feng restrained his high-profile expression, nodded and said seriously: "Yes, for example, money cannot buy family affection, love, sincerity..."
"..." Yang Qianyu didn't want to answer these words and just ignored them.
Seeing that she no longer resisted, Feng Moyan thought she agreed to sleep together tonight, so he stretched out his hand again, "Help me and move me to the bed."
The woman's eyes widened and she was furious, "You...how long has this been, and you are still thinking about your physiological needs!"
"Physiological needs?" Mr. Feng raised his hand, his handsome face was stunned and a little confused, "What are you talking about? Did I hear you correctly?"
"Just now... you didn't say it yourself, I need psychological comfort, and you need physical care too - this is obviously what you said as a gangster, why are you still blaming me?"
"I..." After understanding her misunderstanding, it was Feng Moyan's turn to laugh and cry, "When I say physiologically, I mean my body. I can't move my lower body. I need to turn over at night. You need to help me - you understand.