Fang Huaian finished his meal under her gaze: "You keep looking at me. Do you have something to say?"
Song Yiqing nodded: "I want to move back to Luo's house for a while. What I mean is that you live with me."
She didn't explain the reason, so Fang Huaian agreed immediately.
"good."
"Don't you even ask me why?"
"First, you think the Luo family is safe, and second, you want to see a doctor for Luo Mingsheng."
She doesn't need to tell these two reasons, Fang Huaian knows them all.
Song Yiqing put her head on her hands and watched him clean the table and kitchen. His busy figure made her feel particularly at ease.
Fang Huaian took off his apron and tugged on her collar: "Go wash up and go to bed."
The smell of alcohol still lingered on her body, which was slightly pungent.
If you go to bed like this, Fang Huaian will think that there is a wine bottle next to him.
Song Yiqing started making trouble unreasonably: "You dislike me?"
Fang Huaian seemed to have suffered an unreasonable disaster: "How could I dislike you?"
Song Yiqing was unconscious and looked at him with innocent eyes: "Then you asked me to wash up and you still grabbed my clothes. Don't you dislike me?"
He couldn't explain why Song Yiqing, who had not sobered up, was so difficult to deal with.
"Look, if you don't speak, you dislike me."
"I really don't dislike you."
"Then prove it to me!"
Song Yiqing walked up to him, with her hands on her hips, her face rosy, and her lips pink.
Fang Huaian's face suddenly came closer, and the distance between their lips was only one centimeter: "How to prove it?"
The warm breath hit her face, and she swallowed unconsciously, and moved a little closer by accident.
The soft touch came, and Fang Huaian's mind went blank. Then he grabbed her head with his backhand and deepened the kiss.
The sudden kiss was like a storm, catching Song Yiqing off guard. The thick fragrance was caressing the entangled tongue. Her brain shut down and she closed her eyes obediently.
She forgot to think, didn't want to think, and instinctively wanted to hug him, tighter, and tighter.
Song Yiqing's hug back gave him great encouragement. Fang Huaian hugged her sideways, threw her on the bed, and called her name seductively: "Xiaoqing."
Song Yiqing was confused and confused, gasping for breath: "Huai'an..."
Her whole body felt hot, and Fang Huaian's big palm lit fire everywhere on her body. His breathing became heavier, and the hot breath sprayed on her ears, making her feel numb.
Fang Huaian tensed up, with the last bit of rationality remaining: "Xiaoqing, is that okay?"
Song Yiqing wanted to refuse, but the excitement and anticipation in her heart made her nod involuntarily.
He was overjoyed, and the kisses fell like raindrops, spreading from her cheek to her collarbone, and then downwards.
Song Yiqing murmured based on the instinct of her body, which made her feel hot.
"Huai'an, it hurts, it hurts..."
She panted rapidly. She had never had such an experience before, and her body felt like it was being torn apart.
Fang Huaian frowned nervously. He had obviously given birth to a child before, but it still felt like the first time.
"Baby, be good, I'll slow down a little bit."
He slowed down, letting her gradually adapt, and waited for everything to fall into place.
Song Yiqing closed her eyes in shame. Under his teasing, her body trembled wildly, once or twice... The wonderful feeling took her to the clouds.
Fang Huaian didn't know how to taste the food, and he still refused to let her go after struggling for a long time.
She begged for mercy under him: "Huai'an, stop, stop. I'm so tired."
His voice was hoarse and full of lust: "Please."
"Please, stop."
"Call husband."
Song Yiqing wanted to cry but had no tears, this tormenting spirit would actually torture him.
She pushed the person on her body away with all her strength, but her whole body was limp and she couldn't use any strength.
Fang Huaian clamped her two wrists and raised them above her head: "Should you scream?"
Song Yiqing struggled, but the more she struggled, the harder Fang Huaian worked, and she shed two tears in a hurry.
Fang Huai'an couldn't bear it, kissed her, and coaxed: "Be good, call me husband, and I will let you go tonight."
She meowed like a cat: "Husband." But she scolded him a hundred times in her heart, like a wild wolf that couldn't get enough to eat, and her small waist almost broke.
Fang Huaian got her wish and was finally willing to let her go after this time.
Song Yiqing turned over and looked out the window with squinted eyes, as if it was almost dawn outside.
She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
After several rounds of fighting, both of their bodies were stained with sweat.
Fang Huai'an kissed her on the forehead contentedly. He had accumulated six years of longing for her, but how could he let it go all at once? It was his fault that he was too impatient and made her so tired.
After thinking about it, I couldn't blame him entirely. I had to blame Song Yiqing for being so beautiful that he couldn't stop.
He was not sleepy, so he carried Song Yiqing to the bathroom and wiped her body. Her body was red and swollen, and it was obvious at a glance that he had used too much force.
Fang Huai'an felt distressed and thought in his heart that he must be gentler next time.
He washed Song Yiqing and carried her back to bed. She was so tired that she was unconscious the whole time and behaved like a doll.
Fang Huaian couldn't put it down, so he took the opportunity to do it, but the result was that he felt uncomfortable, so he hurriedly took a cold shower.
She was moving to Luo's house tomorrow. Song Yiqing was so tired that she hadn't packed her luggage yet. Fang Huaian started to pack it up to prevent her from being in a hurry tomorrow.
Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night. Some people are as energetic as cows, while others are so drained that they sleep like little pigs.
Song Yiqing almost slept until midnight. When she opened her eyes, her first reaction was that her body ached everywhere.
When I looked down, I saw a patch of blue and a patch of purple.
She covered her head with the quilt in annoyance. When she thought of the scene last night, she wanted to curse.
"What a stinky man who doesn't know how to control himself! Ahhhhh... How am I going to go out and meet people!"
Fang Huaian didn't know when he stood next to her: "Are you calling me a stinky man?"
Song Yiqing opened the quilt, her face turned red from holding back: "No, no."
She moved too much, exposing her breasts.
Fang Huaian leaned down and lowered her head, and her body subconsciously shrank back.
Oops, this little girl has developed a conditioned reflex of fear.
He held up his arms and placed a kiss on her forehead: "Get up and eat, I'm ready."
Song Yiqing took her time to get dressed. As soon as they sat at the dining table, the doorbell rang outside.
Fang Huaian opened the door and Luo Tiegen bared his teeth: "Uncle, I'll take you back to Luo's house."
"Well, come in."
Luo Tiegen was a brat. Looking at his expression, he actually smiled at him. He was flattered!
Song Yiqing asked in surprise: "It's only eight o'clock, why are you here? Have you eaten?"
He looked at the untouched food on the table: "Not yet."
Fang Huaian took the initiative to invite: "Let's have some food together."
He was not polite and sat down directly.
Song Yiqing rolled her eyes and said, "You haven't eaten yet. How come the Luo family has treated you badly? Why is no one following you this time?"