The moonlight was silent and the lights in the house were dim.

Song Qingyou raised her foot and stepped on Fu Wenzhou's lower abdomen, stopping the other person's urge to press forward.

Fu Wenzhou's eyes seemed to be burning with fire, and he was restless. He almost said eagerly: "Sister, help me..."

Song Qingyou stretched out her hand and hooked his collar. Her fingertips went down from his lips to his Adam's apple and pressed it casually, "Fu Wenzhou, do you want to give it to Fu Nan?"

"Why does it have to be him?" Fu Wenzhou's breathing suddenly became rapid, and he said impatiently: "Can't I do it?"

Song Qingyou's voice was drawn out, with a hint of ambiguity, "It's okay if you don't agree, I'll replace you with someone else."

Fu Wenzhou was extremely anxious. He grabbed Song Qingyou's ankle and dragged the person in front of him. Resisting his instinct, he brainstormed for a while and finally compromised after weighing the pros and cons: "Then Fu Bei."

Fu Bei has a boring personality and doesn't talk as much as Fu Nan. He won't speak easily unless necessary. Compared with the two, Fu Wenzhou is more willing to arrange Fu Bei next to Song Qingyou.

The hot breath Fu Wenzhou breathed out almost turned into a white mist. He was obviously doing vulgar things, but his eyes were hot and pious.

He lowered his voice and murmured aggrievedly: "Sister, please..."

A layer of numbness climbed up Song Qingyou's back. After a while, she sighed: "Don't bite your neck, you have to go to work tomorrow."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was thrown down impatiently by the man whose body was scalding hot.

Their bodies were pressed together and their faces were very close. Fu Wenzhou cursed in a low voice. He couldn't help himself anymore and lowered his head to hold her lips in his mouth, swallowing her breath...

Song Qingyou had seen Fu Wenzhou many times, but she still felt that he was the sexiest afterward.

The sexual tension radiating from the bones and the laziness after being satisfied can make people unconsciously addicted.

Of course, if her body was not about to fall apart and she still had strength, she would enjoy it for a few more minutes.

Song Qingyou turned her head away and buried her face in the pillow. She could hardly move and didn't want to take another look at the man standing by the bedside.

Fu Wenzhou came over with the medicine, his brows were slightly furrowed, and the corners of his eyes were pressed very low: "Sister, get up and drink the medicine."

Song Qingyou's ears felt hot and she muttered: "I won't drink."

The sound came through the pillow core, making people's ears feel a little stuffy.

Fu Wenzhou held the medicine in one hand and forced her to turn her body around with the other. He was so strong that even if Song Qingyou didn't cooperate, he could still turn the person over with one hand.

Song Qingyou was so frightened by his actions that she grabbed the sheets with her fingertips and moved her body. Her whole body was sore and she had no strength to struggle, so she simply let him go.

In fact, Fu Wenzhou's movements were very gentle and patient, but he was facing a fragile Song Qingyou. The scene of Song Qingyou vomiting blood during his final sprint just now lingered in his mind.

Until now, Fu Wenzhou still looks very bad.

Song Qingyou knew that he was not feeling well, and clearly had not finished venting his anger, so he abruptly backed away from her body, and got up in a panic to get her medicine.

She took the medicine, raised her head and drank it, glanced at him, and said softly: "It's not your fault, it's my poor health."

Fu Wenzhou was silent for a moment, his eyes cherished and serious: "I won't do it again."

Song Qingyou was stunned and didn't react for a moment: "What?"

Fu Wenzhou's voice was deep, but his tone didn't sound like a joke: "I won't do it anymore, not until you are well."

He could bear the desire, but he couldn't stand the one he loved vomiting blood under him.

It was because he had always ignored the fact that Youyou had poor health. The two of them had always been very harmonious about this matter. Even though he was cautious and moved very slowly, he still could not prevent her from getting hurt.

Song Qingyou couldn't help but be startled. Fu Wenzhou had just started to indulge in pornography, and he was young and vigorous. He should be at the age where he had serious sexual desires. This could be seen from the fact that when the two of them got along, she couldn't hold back even if they touched each other casually.

But now he says he won't do it.

Because I just vomited blood.

Song Qingyou's eyelashes trembled slightly and she raised her eyes to look at him: "I told you it has nothing to do with you. Didn't I cough up blood before?"

Fu Wenzhou came over, hugged her tightly, and whispered: "Youyou, I just want you to be safe. I can accept it even if we are estranged for the rest of our lives."

Song Qingyou's heart moved slightly, "Can you bear it?"

Fu Wenzhou said: "You don't believe me?"

"no……"

"I will go to the hospital tomorrow to have Xiao Fu Wenzhou's surgery performed."

"..."

Song Qingyou paused suddenly and raised her eyes in disbelief. His tone didn't sound like he was joking at all, and his eyebrows also looked serious.

Her eyelids twitched: "Are you crazy?!"

"I'm not crazy." Fu Wenzhou frowned and said stubbornly: "I told you, I can do anything for you."

Song Qingyou pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and slapped Fu Wenzhou on the head: "Get off."

Fu Wenzhou was suddenly beaten and felt a little aggrieved. He opened his mouth but did not dare to ask. He stood up obediently and asked, "What's wrong?"

What's wrong?

He had the nerve to ask himself what was wrong.

Song Qingyou was speechless and glared at him angrily: "If you like being a saint so much, you can do it yourself. I'm not interested in Plato."

Fu Wenzhou: "..."

He touched his nose and said, "No, but you are not in good health."

Song Qingyou closed her eyes: "I'll say it again, vomiting blood has nothing to do with this."

"Can……"

"If you can't do it, I can find someone else."

"..."

Fu Wenzhou's face suddenly darkened, and his eyes were fierce and fierce: "How could you do this? I'm willing to kill Xiaozhouzhou for you, but you actually want to find another man, who is that other man? Can he live with me?

?Will you last long with me? Will I serve you? Yes..."

"No." Song Qingyou's voice was calm: "It's not as comfortable as it is without you."

"Ah?" Fu Wenzhou's expression looked a little silly.

Song Qingyou sighed and simply started to show off: "Actually, I feel quite comfortable and enjoy it..."

Fu Wenzhou's mouth gradually opened wide, and it took him a long time to speak: "That's because I'm very big."

Song Qingyou: "……………………"

She suddenly stretched out her hand, reached for her phone, and searched for:

Is there any medicine that can make people mute?

She really couldn't stand it for a second.

Fu Wenzhou had no idea that his voice was about to be saved. After turning around to wash the cup, he clung to Song Qingyou, hugged her from behind, and said in a low voice: "Although sister wants it very much, we still have to take care of our health.

How about we do it once a year?”

"..."

"Half a year?"

"..."

"Three months, no more."

"..."

"Once a month at most, this is my final bottom line!" Fu Wenzhou said with determination.
Chapter completed!