The footsteps paused for a moment, then resounded in the room.

Even if Song Qingyu closed his eyes, he could feel a familiar cold fragrance slowly approaching.

She tried her best to restrain herself, wanting not to be so embarrassed in front of him all the time, "cough...... I'll let you...... Get out...... Ahem...... You...... Are you deaf! ”

Song Qingyu gasped, short of breath, and in the cold winter of Layue, her forehead was covered with thin fine sweat.

Fu Wenzhou's hands were trembling, his eyes were filled with thick ink, and even his voice became hoarse: "How could you suddenly cough like this." ”

Song Qingyu endured the hard work, her heart was shocking, she turned over and didn't answer him.

The distress in Fu Wenzhou's eyes was about to overflow, he got up slowly, went to the kitchen to make her pear paste tea, and when he came, he was afraid that Binhai would freeze her, so he brought several pieces, but he didn't expect to really use it.

There was an eerie silence in the air.

Fu Wenzhou quickly turned back, took the cup around to the other side, ignored her resistance, and directly took the person in his arms: "Drink this." ”

Song Qingyu coughed up tears from the corners of her eyes, clutching her clothes, her breathing was painful, her throat seemed to have been burned by fire, and she couldn't make a sound.

She turned her face away, and tears slipped down the corners of her eyes and flowed into Fu Wenzhou's palm.

Fu Wenzhou's palm was hot, his eyes were red, and he was under low pressure: "Song Qingyu, you will bully me." ”

She was sick and it hurt him, so he called it her bullying him.

Song Qingyu wanted to laugh angrily, but she couldn't laugh, and struggled with all her might, trying to escape from his arms, but in exchange for a stronger shackle.

Fu Wenzhou's eyes were as heavy as a deep pool, and after a while, he took a sip of the pear paste tea in the cup, and then pinched Song Qingyu's chin and kissed it.

Song Qingyu was startled, her lips opened slightly, and then she felt a piece of dampness and heat roll over, and the fragrance of pear paste overflowed her mouth.

Her throat was forced to slide and swallow it all.

Song Qingyu finally opened her eyes to look at him, and there was a hint of anger in her voice: "Who allowed you to do this." ”

She was half-tilted her head, with undried tears on her beautiful face, and water stains on the corners of her eyes, delicate and soft, seductive and unconscious.

Fu Wenzhou's Adam's apple rolled, stared at Song Qingyu for two seconds, and repeated the action just now.

She's not well-behaved, and he doesn't mind using some means to make her well-behaved.

"Woo......" Song Qingyu snorted lowly, unable to struggle, she could only bear it.

Pear flower paste has special Chinese medicine ingredients, and after feeding it in a few bites, Song Qingyu is not so uncomfortable, and the coughing gradually stops.

Song Qingyu gasped slightly, staring at him with cold eyes.

Fu Wenzhou laughed angrily: "Song Qingyu, you asked me and Jiang Xun to go out, but you are still angry?" ”

Leaving him at Jiang's house is like throwing him in the rain at the beginning.

From beginning to end, he was never firmly chosen by her.

Fu Wenzhou grinded his back molars, thinking of the "friend" at the dinner table, his eyes were bloodshot.

The puppy was aggrieved, as if he didn't know what he had done, or he wanted to ask his owner for an explanation, and his lips were white from his bite.

Song Qingyu's gaze locked on him for two seconds, and he slowly sat up with his body propped up.

Fu Wenzhou squatted and knelt beside her bed, and Song Qingyu watched him speak slowly, his tone colder than the cold wind whistling outside: "Fu Wenzhou." ”

The house was dim, with only a dim light, and the doors and windows were closed, keeping everything out.

Song Qingyu lifted the quilt, revealing her slender and straight legs, and her white jade-like feet stepped on Fu Wenzhou's body.

Fu Wenzhou's expression darkened suddenly, and he narrowed his eyes dangerously.

Song Qingyu's knees bent slightly, her toes slowly crushed, the bright yellow light shone on her face, the fine sweat on her face was not yet dry, her cheeks were pink, her lips were a little red, and the tails of her eyes were also red.

Only the voice was cold: "Did I let you kiss her?" ”

Fu Wenzhou snorted, breathing heavily, and the place had already stood up, against Song Qingyu's feet, and it was terrifyingly hot.

This punishment is simply grinding.

His back was covered with sweat, his eyes were red, there was a very close desire in the depths of his eyes, the sound of wheezing became heavier and heavier, and with the movement of her feet, the whole person trembled uncontrollably, hot beads of sweat dripped on the ground, pleasure and pain were intertwined.

The voice was deep and hoarse: "I didn't kiss her." ”

Song Qingyu felt the beating of the thing in the heart, pursed her lips and said nothing, and she didn't mean to let him go.

Fu Wenzhou didn't dare to move, for fear of making her angry, so he could only explain: "She came here by herself." ”

Song Qingyu's fingertips curled slightly, and with the force under his feet, Fu Wenzhou's abdomen tightened, and he bent over in pain.

"Yuzu ......," he begged for mercy.

Song Qingyu let go of her foot suddenly, her voice was not as flat as before, as if she was suppressing her temper: "You came here by yourself?" Won't you push it away? Or is it that as long as you are a woman, whoever steps on you can pray as humbly as you do now? ”

Fu Wenzhou's eyes darkened, suppressed, his voice was tense, stubborn and pitiful: "I only do this to you." ”

He was actually a little happy in his heart, but he felt that what Jiang Xun said was not all nonsense.

Although he was tortured a lot, it had some effect.

His sister got angry, jealous, and lost her temper.

Fu Wenzhou wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare.

Song Qingyu coughed in his throat, and Fu Wenzhou hurriedly got up from the ground to check.

"Don't touch me." Song Qingyu slapped his hand away, covering his heart to prevent Fu Wenzhou from approaching: "Get out." ”

Fu Wenzhou's breathing was heavy, her face was close at hand, her lips were full and attractive, as long as she bent down and got an inch closer, she could satisfy his selfish desires. But he couldn't touch it, and his heart was as uncomfortable as scratching his heart.

It is naturally impossible to get out obediently, Fu Wenzhou cheekily hugged the person from behind, buried his head in her neck socket, and said in a dull voice: "I pushed it away." ”

He said, "Sister, you can't wronged me. ”

The hot breath made the roots of Song Qingyu's ears itch, her strength was no match for Fu Wenzhou, and she was held in such a posture, and there was no room for resistance at all.

Fu Wenzhou took her hand and slowly brought it up.

When he touched the hot skin, Song Qingyu's breath trembled.

The skin wasn't as smooth as it was around, and it prick her fingertips slightly.

There was a hoarse and cold voice in his ears.

"Don't doubt my loyalty." Fu Wenzhou's eyes were very dark.

Song Qingyu's back stiffened.

Fu Wenzhou: "If I betray you one day, you will rip off this piece of meat with your own hands." Sister, no one will be more loyal to you than I am. ”

It's like a beast surrendering.

Song Qingyu's fingertips seemed to be burned, and the corners of her lips were finally hooked, "Fu Wenzhou, remember what you said." ”

He endured the hardship, sweating profusely in the winter, and the beast groaned.

"Well, I'm so obedient, won't my sister reward me."

Song Qingyu ordered compassionately: "Come here." ”

It's like opening the chains of a beast, roaring and biting it in the dark night.