Gu Yanchen was unmoved at all. His dark eyes were a bit playful, and like a cold evil ghost, his big hands maliciously and wantonly opened the buttons of her clothes.
As expected, the snow skin was dotted with spots, and there was almost no good skin left on the whole body. A light touch of his slightly cold fingertips made Fu Youzhi feel painful and itchy, and almost shed tears.
"You are just a beast!" Fu Youzhi's eyes were red and she kicked him hard, then she lay down on the bed as if resigned to her fate, her voice was muffled and she felt extremely wronged.
"I'm like this and you still don't want to let me go!" She simply gave up on herself.
"In the future, we will take stock of the ways in which the gods will die. The god of war will die on the battlefield, the god of flowers will turn into soil, and the god of thunder will die in the light. Just me! Die on the bed!"
"What a shame!"
"The little gods of wealth in the future will line up to laugh at me!"
As Fu Youzhi talked, he really brought into the scene of his death. If he really died like this, it would be really shameful and embarrassing. What was written on the tomb?
Just write: This God of Wealth was addicted to the bed pleasure of ten generations of poor ghosts, and in the end, he died under the poor ghosts...
The more I think about it, the angrier I get, the more I think about it, the more irritated I get, and the more I think about it, the more hopeless I get. It would be better to die early and be born early!
Fu Youzhi straightened her waist,
"You bastard, beast! A poor guy who goes crazy when he sees the God of Wealth. Come here and let me die tonight. Don't let me die in the great rivers and mountains of the motherland - "
Sure enough, when she heard her say this, Fu Youzhi felt his big hands touch her soft waist.
The slightly cool fingertips gently drew circles on her waist. The cool night breeze gave her goosebumps...
Her waist softened uncontrollably, and her face, which was originally flushed with anger, turned into shyness and uncontrollable emotion.
Fu Youzhi was about to call him a beast again, but who knew that his fingertips slipped on the butterfly bone again.
Another very slight touch.
His fingertips were greasy, and the clear and bitter medicinal fragrance instantly wafted out.
Fu Youzhi twisted her body slightly, and sure enough, she saw him half-kneeling beside her with his head lowered and his eyes lowered. He held the ointment, lowered his head almost piously, and applied the ointment on her bit by bit.
Fu Youzhi instantly understood why he was sitting in front of the drawing board like a painter, sitting in front of the construction site like an architect, and now, sitting next to her, he was like a doctor, because——
serious.
He is so serious, whether he is dealing with the drawing board or her, he is completely serious and serious, without any selfish thoughts, he is absolutely serious and focused.
Such a serious and perfect man is more beautiful than a picture.
"Zhizhi," his voice was a little apologetic, without raising his head, he was still helping her apply medicine.
"It's hard to control my feelings. When my love is strong, I try my best to control it, but I still..."
"Gardenia is like a flawless and perfect work of art. It always inadvertently arouses all my obsessive-compulsive disorder and possessiveness, and even the evil hidden in my bones..."
"I'm sorry, it's all my fault,"
"But sometimes, the more Zhizhi screams in pain, the more I can't control it, and the more I want to hurt you..."
"I was wrong. I will control myself in the future. Zhizhi's body makes me feel so distressed..."
There was strong regret, helplessness, and even disgust for himself in his voice. It sounded particularly low and lustful...
Fu Youzhi, who had rejected him in various ways just now, didn't want him, and was annoyed by his strength, felt a little itchy in his heart...