Sheng Mian turned around and soon heard the sound of water.
Then there was the sound of paper being pumped out, and finally the sound of the toilet being flushed.
Fu Yancheng was really intolerant of his own mysophobia.
Sheng Mian supported him and washed his hands beside him.
When the sound of water rang out, I heard him ask, "How is Nian Nian doing?"
Sure enough, even though he said those words out of anger last night, deep down in his heart, he actually didn't think so.
"It's not life-threatening."
"Um."
The conversation between the two was dry.
After washing his hands, Sheng Mian took out the special tissue aside and wiped his fingertips.
Fu Yancheng is very tall, and now he can hold her in his arms just by gently opening his hands.
But he didn't do that, he just lowered his head and watched her carefully wipe each fingertip.
After wiping, she threw the tissue into the trash can nearby.
"Aren't you hungry? Let's go out to eat."
Fu Yancheng did not move.
Sheng Mian was a little confused when she saw that he didn't move. She heard him ask, "That night, was it you? You have been to Yujingyuan."
She doesn't speak.
Fu Yancheng coughed and looked at the mirror in front of him.
The expressions of the two of them can be seen clearly in the mirror.
"I remember I held you down, I remember I pinched your waist. It was me who was drunk, not you. You could have pushed me away, but you didn't. Sheng Mian, you are really weird. You don't like me.
And he is always soft-hearted towards me."
"If you don't like me, you can't reject me."
After saying that, he took off her pants with his just-cleaned fingertips.
Sheng Mian looked up at him in shock. He lowered his eyes and kissed her without hesitation, while his fingertips went to the most secret place.
After a while, he gasped and let go, retracted his fingertips, and placed them in front of himself.
"Wet."
Sheng Mian's breathing became confused in an instant, and she raised her feet to go out.
I heard him say: "My wound hurts."
This sentence was like tapping her acupuncture points. She stood still and immediately forgot about his offense and whispered: "Let me take a look."
She raised her hand to unbutton his buttons, but when she met Fu Yancheng's gaze, she froze.
He looked at her inscrutably, and under her gaze, he put the two fingertips he had just touched on his lips.
Sheng Mian didn't dare to look anymore.
"Sheng Mian, we are not husband and wife, nor are we boyfriend and girlfriend. I just violated you, you should be angry."
As he spoke, he bowed slightly and stared at her with his eyes, strong and domineering.
"But not only did you not do it, you actually became soft-hearted towards me again."
After saying that, his fingertips went down from her waist again, "It's okay to be soft-hearted. You can't even resist me. Do you like me, or is your nature just so wanton? I just want to make you feel comfortable."
What?"
Sheng Mian didn't speak, so Fu Yancheng closed his eyes and moved his hands more fiercely.
His lips were close to hers. Sensing her immediate reaction, he took his fingers back and said, "I'm hungry."
Sheng Mian looked up at him, her eyes blurred, as if she hadn't recovered yet.
Fu Yancheng's tone instantly turned mocking, "Do you now know what it feels like to be hung by someone?"
It implies that she is teasing him, refuses to take responsibility, and is pretending to be someone else.
Sheng Mian took a deep breath, resisted the softness in her legs, and helped him out.
When they got outside, Fu Yancheng sat on the bed, leaning on a pillow on his waist, and opened his mouth without saying a word.
Sheng Mian scooped out the porridge with a spoon and fed it to him bit by bit.
After feeding him, she unbuttoned his clothes, checked the injury on his chest, and applied medicine again.
Fu Yancheng watched her busy in and out of the bedroom, wiping his body for a while, changing the sling bottle again, and was busy until evening.
I was still a little angry at first, but now I have become soft-hearted.
"Sleep."
"Um?"
"Bring me the company documents and read them to me."