Wen Jiujiu's face turned red. This posture was strange and ambiguous, but she couldn't move.
Thinking of everything between him and Lin Rourou, she felt extremely uncomfortable, and she subconsciously struggled hard.
But after struggling for a few minutes, Wen Jiujiu suddenly stopped. She felt a change somewhere in the man, and she didn't dare to move.
"If you move again, I might really be able to hold you back."
Fu Sichen's voice became extremely hoarse, "I am not only your husband in name, but also a man."
A man who hasn't touched her in a long time.
When that fire is lit, he may go crazy.
Wen Jiujiu froze there. She remained motionless and only said in a low voice, "Then let me go."
Fu Sichen looked at the long eyelashes of the woman in front of him with her eyes lowered, and her fair face made his heart beat faster and his heart filled with tenderness.
She is truly back.
In the past five years, he has been thinking about her all the time. Every time he misses her, everything feels so meaningless. But now, she is firmly in his arms.
He got a little closer, and the tips of their noses almost touched.
"Thank you, you're back."
After he spoke in a low voice, he suddenly kissed her lips.
Wen Jiujiu looked up at Fu Sichen in disbelief, and was about to take action when Fu Sichen suddenly let go of her and stood up.
He put down the hot towel, straightened his clothes, opened the door to the room and went out.
"You can apply heat yourself."
There was no change in his expression, but his eyes were bottomless, like a cold pool, filled with thick emotions that could not be resolved.
After warming up the wine and waiting for the door to close, I breathed a sigh of relief.
She was so confused that her heart almost jumped out of her chest just now.
She told herself that she no longer loved this man. Since they had been separated for so many years and he had a woman he liked, she would never be able to love him again.
Closed his eyes, Wen Jiujiu sorted out his disturbed emotions.
Master bedroom.
Fu Sichen went directly into the bathroom. It was still a little cold, but he was frantically pouring cold water on himself to quench his desire.
He knew that he needed to take it step by step, not to scare her or to act too hastily.
He made her lose too many things, and he didn't understand her too well.
He wanted to coax her, go to her, and make up for her day by day, year by year, until she changed her mind.
She will definitely change her mind.
*
The next day, when the wine was warmed up, Fu Sichen looked as usual.
The two of them had breakfast slowly as usual, and then Fu Sichen sent warm wine to the set.
Wen Jiujiu knew that refusal was ineffective, so he was too lazy to refuse. He would give it away if he wanted to.
"Does the injury on your body still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore." Wen Jiujiu sat in the passenger seat and looked out the window at the sycamore trees. She liked everything here very much.
Maybe it’s because I have lived for a long time, and I seem to see memories everywhere.
"Remember to drink the medicinal wine given to you in August." Fu Sichen said, "Drink a little every day, it will be good for your injuries."
"Yeah." Wen Jiujiu responded lightly.
A few minutes later, she turned her head and looked at Fu Sichen.
She actually had a lot of questions. She didn't understand what Fu Sichen wanted to do. Everything he was doing now didn't sound like revenge.
But she knew that if she asked, he might not tell her, and he would still hate her in his heart.
She pursed her lips in a self-deprecating smile and didn't bother to ask any more questions.
As long as everything goes well, their identities are not exposed, and the children are still with her, then she has nothing to fear.