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

Even with her eyes closed, Song Qingyou could feel a familiar cold fragrance slowly approaching.

She tried her best to restrain herself, trying not to always be so embarrassed in front of him, "Ahem...I told you to get out...get out...ahem...are you...are you deaf!"

Song Qingyou was panting and breathing rapidly. In the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, her forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

Fu Wenzhou's hands were shaking, his eyes were filled with thick ink, and his voice became hoarse: "How come you suddenly cough like this?"

Song Qingyou endured the hardship and her heart was shaking. She turned over and did not answer him.

The pain in Fu Wenzhou's eyes almost overflowed. He stood up slowly and went to the kitchen to make pear paste tea for her. When he came, he was afraid that Binhai would freeze her, so he brought several tablets with him, but he didn't expect to actually use them.

There was an eerie silence in the air.

Fu Wenzhou quickly turned back, held the cup and walked around to the other side, ignoring her resistance, and directly held her in his arms: "Drink this."

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

She turned her face away, tears falling from the corners of her eyes and flowing into Fu Wenzhou's palm.

Fu Wenzhou's palms felt hot, his eyes turned red, and he felt depressed: "Song Qingyou, you will bully me."

She was sick and it made him feel bad, so he called it her bullying him.

Song Qingyou was so angry that she wanted to laugh, but she couldn't. She struggled with all her strength to escape from his arms, but she was restrained even harder.

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

Song Qingyou was startled, her lips opened slightly subconsciously, and then she felt a wet heat roll through her, and the fragrance of pear paste filled her entire mouth.

Her throat was forced to slide and she swallowed it all.

Song Qingyou finally opened her eyes and looked at him, with a hint of anger in her voice: "Who allowed you to do this?"

Her head was half raised, her beautiful face was stained with wet tears, and the corners of her eyes were water-stained. She was delicate and charming, seductive without knowing it.

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

If she doesn't behave well, he doesn't mind using some means to make her behave.

"Ugh..." Song Qingyou hummed, unable to struggle, so she could only bear it.

Lihua ointment contains special ingredients of traditional Chinese medicine. After a few mouthfuls of it, Song Qingyou felt less uncomfortable and her coughing gradually stopped.

Song Qingyou gasped for breath and stared at him with cold eyes.

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

Leaving him alone in Jiang's house was like leaving him in the rain.

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

Fu Wenzhou gritted his back molars, thinking of the words "friends" at the dinner table, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.

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

Song Qingyou locked her eyes on him for two seconds, then she slowly sat up with her body propped up.

Fu Wenzhou knelt down beside her bed. Song Qingyou watched him speak slowly, with a tone colder than the cold wind howling outside: "Fu Wenzhou."

The room was dark, with only one dark light, and the doors and windows were closed, cutting off everything.

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

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

Song Qingyou's knees were slightly bent, her toes were slowly moving, and the bright yellow light shone on her face. The sweat on her face had not yet dried, her cheeks were pink, her lips were a little red, and the ends of her eyes were also red.

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

Fu Wenzhou groaned and breathed heavily. The area that had stood up was pressing against Song Qingyou's foot, which was horribly hot.

This punishment is simply tough on one's mind.

His back was covered with sweat, his eyes were red, and there was an extremely close desire deep in his eyes. His breathing became heavier and heavier. With the movements of her feet, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, and beads of hot sweat appeared.

Drops fell to the ground, joy and pain intertwined.

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

Song Qingyou felt the beating of the thing in the center of her foot, pursed her lips and said nothing, with no intention of letting him go.

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

Song Qingyou curled her fingertips slightly and exerted force with her feet. Fu Wenzhou's abdomen tightened and he bent over in pain.

"Youyou..." He begged for mercy.

Song Qingyou suddenly let go of her feet, her voice was not as calm as before, and she seemed to be suppressing her temper: "You came over by yourself? Aren't you going to push away? Or as long as you are a woman, you will be punished by anyone who steps on you.

Can you pray as humbly as you do now?"

Fu Wenzhou's eyes darkened and he was suppressed. His voice was tight, stubborn and pitiful: "I only treat you like this."

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

Although it tortured him a lot, it had some effect.

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

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

Song Qingyou coughed under her throat, and Fu Wenzhou hurriedly got up from the ground to check.

"Don't touch me." Song Qingyou slapped his hand away, covering her heart to prevent Fu Wenzhou from getting closer: "Get out."

Fu Wenzhou was breathing heavily. Her face was very close, and her lips were full and attractive. He could satisfy his selfish desires by just bending down and getting closer. But he couldn't touch or touch her, and his heart was as painful as a hundred claws scratching his heart.

It was naturally impossible to get out obediently. Fu Wenzhou shamelessly hugged her from behind, buried his head in the crook of her neck, and said dullly: "I pushed her away."

He said: "Sister, you can't accuse me wrongly."

The hot breath made Song Qingyou's ears itch. She was no stronger than Fu Wenzhou. Being held in such a position, there was no room for resistance.

Fu Wenzhou held her hand and slowly took it up.

When she touched the hot skin, Song Qingyou took a shaky breath.

The skin was not as smooth as the surrounding areas, and it pricked her fingertips slightly.

A deep and cold voice came from my ears.

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

Song Qingyou's back stiffened.

Fu Wenzhou: "If one day I betray you, come and cut off this piece of flesh with your own hands. Sister, no one will be more loyal to you than me."

Like a ferocious beast surrendering.

Song Qingyou's fingertips seemed to have been burned, and the corners of her lips finally curled up, "Fu Wenzhou, remember what you said."

He endured the hard work, sweating profusely in the winter, and the beasts groaned.

"Well, why don't you reward me for being so obedient?"

Song Qingyou compassionately ordered: "Come here."
Chapter completed!