Kiss her 90,000 times

The man collapsed on the sofa, as if boneless, the light fell on his handsome facial features, making the contours appear deeper and more three-dimensional.

Shi Wan looked at him silently for two seconds, then resigned herself to the Nakajima Terrace and poured him a glass of warm water.

Staring at his sleeping face and tightly furrowed brows, Shi Wan patted Fu Conglin's shoulder, "Conglin, get up and drink some hot water first."

The man who was being called frowned suddenly, and then opened his eyes. His dark and deep eyes just broke into Shi Wan's line of sight majestically, with a bit of turbid drunkenness.

"Time Wan?"

The man's voice is hoarse and indistinct.

Shi Wan hummed quietly, helped him sit up, and leaned on the sofa, "It's me."

Fu Conglin avoided her outstretched hand, sat down by himself, and raised his hand to rub the swollen forehead.

Shi Wan tightened her fingers, grabbed the bathrobe, and passed the warm water on the coffee table after a while, "Go ahead and drink some, I put honey, and I will make you hangover soup later..."

"Need not."

The man interrupted.

When Shi Wan held the water glass, the water was still in the air, and her fingernails scratched the wall of the glass, turning blue and white.

Fu Conglin paused for two seconds before raising his eyes to look at her.

After the woman took a bath, her hair was loose and her body carried a faint fragrance. She is not bad looking, on the contrary, she is very beautiful. It is the kind of cool and indifferent beauty, which is very lovable.

It's a pity that this face didn't catch his eyes.

A layer of impatience gradually appeared between his brows and eyes, and Fu Conglin raised his hand to caress the neckline. After several tugs, the neckline opened wide, revealing the well-defined collarbone.

Shi Wan put the water glass back on the coffee table, stood up slowly, brushed her hair, and put it behind her ears, with a soft smile on her face, "Then...you should rest first, I I'll call you when the hangover soup is ready."

She spoke with dull eyes, her eyes were not focused, and her voice was a little erratic.

After speaking, she turned around and left, because she was too anxious, and accidentally knocked her toes against the coffee table, causing her to gasp in pain, and her eyes instantly became moist.

She bowed slightly, not wanting to embarrass herself in front of Fu Conglin, so she tried to stand up straight.

The toes were numb and painful, as well as the knees, the pain spread to every nerve, Ling Shiwan bit her lip tightly and clenched her fists.

After struggling to take two steps, Shi Wan was trembling with pain, her feet slipped suddenly, and she fell backward hard.

The next second—

The slender and powerful arms suddenly wrapped around her waist, pulling her into his arms violently.

Shi Wan rushed forward, wrapped in the familiar clear fir scent mixed with alcohol, her nose couldn't help but feel sore, Fu Conglin was not polite, she lifted her chin, and her hot lips fell down.

Fu Conglin lowered his head and grabbed her lips from top to bottom. With a strong purpose, he poked the tip of his tongue in, pried open her teeth, and swept every corner of her mouth.

Shi Wan breathed heavily, and involuntarily grabbed his shoulders.

The man's shoulders were warm, thick and strong, and the muscles under the skin were tense. When Shi Wan touched a spot of cool water with his palm, he paused slightly.

His nostrils were full of his breath, and he could vaguely smell a scent of light perfume from a woman that did not belong to him. It was very strange, but menacing.

Shi Wan couldn't dodge it in time, her jaw ached from being pinched by him.

From time to time, there is a thick mist in the eyes.

Fu Conglin closed his eyes tightly, his cold breath was not restrained, his eyelashes were long and narrow, flamboyant and mean-spirited.

He wrapped around her tongue, which was dodging left and right, and suddenly felt a bit of coolness on his fingertips, followed by a faint bitterness in his mouth.

Opening his eyes, the scene of the woman's tears dripping down brightly in front of his eyes.

Fu Conglin let go of her, and the two drew some distance away, breathing close, the woman wept silently.

His eyes seemed a little tender, and his fingertips rubbed against her cheek with her tears, "Why are you crying, isn't this what you want, huh?"

The words are soft but sad.

Shi Wan's heart ached.

She is aggrieved.

The man could probably see what she was thinking, lazily raised the corners of his lips, still holding her face, a small and delicate face, and scrutinized, "Feel wronged? Why are you wronged, Shi Wan."

He leaned close to her and leaned against her ear, whispering like a lover's whisper: "How many times do you have to play the trick of playing hard to get before you get tired of it?"

Her voice was hoarse: "I didn't..."

Fu Conglin didn't have much patience to listen to her explanation, the tenderness just dissipated in an instant, pushed her away and stood up, stroking her shoulder.

It was the spot that Shi Wan had scratched with his hands. He seemed to be contaminated by some kind of bacteria, and he was disgusted.

Shi Wan's eyes hurt when she looked at it, she turned her face away, straightened her bathrobe to make herself sit up.

Her pride did not allow her to cry anymore, so she raised her hand to wipe away her tears.

He stared straight at the motionless water glass on the coffee table, as if he wanted to see what was going on.

The scenes between Fu Conglin and Song Banxia at the Feiyu Restaurant came to her mind.

He thoughtfully poured wine and handed tissues to Song Banxia; recruited the waiter to order desserts for Song Banxia and made her laugh; cut the steak for her, and gave her a bouquet of beautiful flowers...

These, as his wife, his tenderness, patience and consideration, Shi Wan did not enjoy the slightest bit.

Shi Wan didn't dare to ask, fearing that what she would get was that she deserved it, that Fu Conglin's indifference was like looking at a stranger's cold eyes.

"In the future, I won't bother Mrs. Fu with serving tea and water. I can't bear it."

Fu Conglin looked at her condescendingly, said a word coldly, turned and walked upstairs.

Shi Wan sat in the deserted living room, letting the night wrap her up.

Before the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows were drawn, Shi Wan looked up and saw the dark night scene outside the window, and the ground was wet with raindrops.

There was a thin layer of water vapor on her palm, like the coolness from grabbing Fu Conglin's shoulder before, spreading from the palm to the bottom of her heart, densely packed with coldness.

Who is to blame.

No one is to blame, this is the result of her own making and forcing.
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As soon as Fu Conglin entered the bedroom, he took off his rain-soaked jacket, his shoulders were wet, and the shirt inside was also wet, sticky and uncomfortable.

The clean freak frowned tightly, took off his suit jacket and shirt and threw them on the sofa. The man was tall and tall, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and his abdominal muscles were clearly defined and strong. He lifted his feet and walked towards the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, Fu Conglin came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, with his upper body bare, wrapped in warm steam, the alcohol dissipated, and he was very clear.

With one hand, he picked up a towel and wiped his wet hair casually, stroking the hair obediently behind his head. With the other hand, he rummaged around in the room.

From the bedside table to the cloakroom to Shi Wan's dressing table, he didn't find what he was looking for, his brows were tightly frowned, his expression was a little cold, and he was already unhappy.

The movement of wiping her hair involuntarily brought a little force.

After half an hour.

When Shi Wan limped into the bedroom, she saw Fu Conglin sitting on the sofa with a pale face.

Shi Wan held on to the door frame and stopped.

After a while, he stood up straight and walked slowly towards the bed.

When passing by Fu Conglin, there was a bitter and pungent smell of potion, but he didn't notice it, and just stared at Shi Wan's petite figure coldly.

"The things in the room, can you return them to their original places after you use them?"

He opened his mouth suddenly, Shi Wan was slightly startled, and stood stiffly on the spot.

But Fu Conglin didn't want to look at her any more, turned his face away, and asked indifferently, "Where is the hair dryer?"

Shi Wan moved her lips, she looked at his still somewhat damp hair, and replied humbly: "It's in the bathroom, under the cabinet on the wall shelf."

Fu Conglin pursed her lips and said bluntly, "I didn't find it."