Zhou Fusheng's eyes sank slightly, "What do you want?" ”

"I want you!" Song Jingyu spoke a little incoherently, as if she was in a hurry, and the blush on her face had not yet faded.

But before he could answer, she sneered again: "Forget it, you wood, give it to me!" ”

With that, she pointed to the mirror fragment in his hand.

If he didn't give it, Song Jingyu was going to climb his shoulder to grab it, and when the two of them were close, they could feel the trembling of her body and the sudden shortness of breathing.

His eyes flashed slightly, and an undercurrent flowed, and Zhou Yu's call in the bathroom suddenly appeared in Zhou Fusheng's mind, and he seemed to realize something!

No wonder she is like this, it can only be that she was drugged by Zhou Yu!

But he didn't have time to think about it, and the next second he was forced against the cold tile by Song Jingyu, and his subconscious muffled snort was blocked by her fierce kiss.

Her face began to burn, and beads of sweat continued to drip from her forehead.

Just as her hand was groping down to unfasten his two buttons, Zhou Fusheng suddenly grabbed her hand, just like that night, but this time, he didn't mean to continue, but held her hand and pushed her away for a distance.

"Calm down." Zhou Fusheng's tone was full of chills.

Song Jingyu was stunned at first, and then slowly realized the taste.

As if someone had slapped her in the face, Song Jingyu was ashamed and annoyed, her face turned red, and she pushed him away and scolded: "You waste!" ”

After that, I'm going to rummage through the drawer to find something that can cut my hand.

If it bleeds, it will be more sensible, Song Jingyu's legs trembled, and she half-curled up and thought, she never expected that Zhou Yu would give her such a thing in coffee.

She couldn't find a third word to describe it except despicable.

But after rummaging through all the drawers in the bathroom, she couldn't find a second mirror, and her thoughts became more confused, her legs began to weaken, and beads of sweat the size of beans fell down.

She could only squat down slowly and wipe the beads of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand.

Zhou Fusheng walked over quickly, took another bath towel to wrap her bare skin, and picked her up with one hand.

She slammed against his solid chest, close enough.

Song Jingyu's consciousness is not clear now, her mouth is dry, like a fire blocked in her throat, she can't spit it out, let alone swallow, so she has to hug Zhou Fusheng's neck tightly.

He laid her on the bed, pulled the quilt to wrap her body, and put a pillow around her neck.

Then he turned around and poured her a glass of water.

Song Jingyu didn't answer, clenched her two fists, and looked at him hatefully, her eyes full of mist.

"It'll get better if you drink it." Zhou Fusheng broke her fingers one by one and stuffed the water cup into her hand.

"Why?" She asked suddenly.

He withdrew his hand and unbuttoned the open button of his shirt, "Cool water to cool down." ”

"I didn't mean that!" Song Jingyu's voice trembled with excitement, her hand shook, and the water immediately spread on the quilt.

"Not interested." He replied almost without thinking.

Then she buttoned up and got up to change the quilt for her.

"Zhou Fusheng!"

Song Jingyu grabbed the collar of his shirt and made him look at herself, "To me?" Why didn't you say it that night? If you're not interested in me, what are you doing here today?! ”

He shouldn't, there seemed to be a night breeze silence in his eyes.

The air was as calm as ever, and his eyes were unwavering.

After a long time, he spoke: "I don't want to take advantage of people's ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Song Jingyu leaned over and kissed him, biting his lower lip fiercely, and a fishy sweetness immediately filled the cavity of the two.

Pain.

A dull feeling flooded his brain.

He wanted to push away.

But Song Jingyu's hand grabbing his collar suddenly tightened, and suddenly grabbed the button of his shirt, and his hand was torn off immediately.

Zhou Fusheng's color was deeper, and his eyes became darker, "It has to be like this?" ”

"Or else?"

She forcibly entwined Zhou Fusheng's hand and used the thumb of her other hand to wipe the blood stains on his lips.

Then he sneered contemptuously in his ear: "Otherwise, you think you have other value? ”