Mrs. Fu, please grasp the scale

When the cusp of the teeth dug into the skin, the muscles seemed to have their own consciousness, spreading from this place to the whole body, tense to resist the invasion.

But he didn't move.

Tears suddenly smeared on the skin, burning hot.

Yu Shinan frowned, and asked anxiously, "What's wrong? Did you cry from fright?"

Fu Sichen was sobbing and trembling, Yu Shinan pulled her arm and asked her what's wrong.

She didn't say anything, just hugged him, and didn't show him her face.

Yu Shinan had no choice but to apologize, "Well, Brother Nan was wrong, I shouldn't scare you. Why are you so timid."

"It's just small. But it's small." Fu Sichen muttered in a low voice, buried her face on his shoulder, rubbed her tears and snot all over him, and acted shamelessly to him, "I don't want to look for slippers anymore, I'm afraid, you take me back OK?"

She thought that a person like her was the little white lotus who was scolded to be autistic in the story.

But let her be presumptuous once, just once.

Yu Shinan didn't respond, but carried her to the door of the house, and when he reached the door, he said, "Come down."

Fu Sichen looked at the half-hidden gate, but she refused to come down, "Brother Nan, take me for a stroll around the village."

"Go and change your clothes and shoes."

Fu Sichen didn't want to change clothes or shoes, "Isn't that okay?"

Yu Shinan was silent for a while, but still said in a deep voice, "Come down."

He let go, and Fu Sichen slid off him, his bare foot resting on the ground, and his delicate toes were painted with red nail polish.

She pursed her lips and lowered her head, the embarrassment of being rejected made her unable to lift her head.

Yu Shinan squatted down in front of her, giving her a back.

"Come up, carry you on your back."

The posture of holding her is too ambiguous, so it is inevitable that he will not be talked about.

In fact, that’s how it is, and it still is.

But she doesn't live here, and it's late, there are few people.

Fu Sichen looked at his back and was so happy that he jumped on his back.

Yu Shinan held her steady and walked outside with him on his back. The roads in the village were all houses.

He deliberately avoided it, and walked on the path where no one lived, the breeze brushed by his ears, the insects sang and the frogs sang, and his broad back.

Fu Sichen lay next to his ear and asked, "Brother Nan, am I heavy?"

"Heavy."

She reached out and pinched his ear.

Yu Shinan smiled sullenly.

Fu Sichen also laughed, and she pressed her fingers on the tooth marks she bit on his neck just now, "Does it hurt?"

He didn't speak.

The arm hooking his neck was passed to his mouth, "You can return it."

"Do you really dare not bite?" He asked back, with a trace of contempt in his voice.

Fu Sichen smiled, "Just keep biting."

Yu Shinan clicked his tongue and told her to stay calm.

Fu Sichen retracted his arm.

At night in the village, there is the smell of fields, the sound of insects, and the barking of dogs. All these sounds make this night extraordinarily quiet.

In fact, there is nothing to watch.

Compared with the hustle and bustle of the city, it looks lonely after all.

"Brother Nan."

"Ok?"

"Although I think Lin Yuanqing is not good, but because you like her, I still hope you are happy."

Yu Shinan tilted his head, but there was no movement.

She pressed her sore nose and pressed her forehead to the back of his head, "In the future, there will be men who like me."

The arm around her leg tightened slightly, and Yu Shinan hummed.

The boulder on his chest seemed to be getting heavier.

"Go back?"

"it is good."

He turned back with her on his back, approaching the door of the house.

A trip she stole in spite of shame is over.

"Come down." Yu Shinan put her down.

Holding her arm with one hand, Fu Sichen walked in bouncing around.

Fu Sichen returned to the room, and the air conditioner had completely lowered the temperature in the room.

She lay on the bed, covered with a thin blanket, her body smelled of him.

Ding Jing came out and saw Yu Shinan took off his shirt and was about to take a shower shirtless.

"I know you have a sense of proportion." Ding Jing left these words, turned and returned to her room.

Yu Shinan's forehead tensed up.

Instead of going into the shower, he went to the yard, grabbed water from the urn, and poured a basin of water directly over his head.

Well water is cool.

It's so fucking cool.

Yu Shinan propped his hands on the rim of the basin, pressing his palms hard, and the muscles in his arms were stretched out with distinct musculoskeletal lines due to the force.

His back arched, and the water on his body slid down his muscles and bones, wetting his pants.

The man shook his head violently, and water splashed everywhere.

Cold water can cool down the body, but it can't penetrate into the internal organs. The heart seems to be burned through, and it is indescribably hot.

Yu Shinan casually wiped his hair with a towel, walked to his room, and knocked on the door with his fingers.

Fu Sichen got up from the bed with a grunt, "Who is it?"

"Open the door."

Fu Sichen turned on the bedside lamp, stepped on the floor with his bare feet, and opened the door.

The man's chest with clear texture was in sight, before she raised her eyes to look at his face, a towel covered her face, "Close your eyes."

"What are you doing?" Fu Sichen pulled off the towel and watched him open the closet.

"Get the clothes."

She leaned over to his side to see that he had taken a T-shirt.

pants.

Well...and...

Even though they have the same name.

But men and women are still different.

Fu Sichen's face turned red.

As soon as Yu Shinan turned around, she subconsciously wanted to avoid it, her feet backed up, and her body fell backward out of control.

He stretched out his arm to grab her, and his leg stumbled on the chair next to her. Yu Shinan directly pressed her and fell to the side of the bed.

The bed was very soft, but when it fell down too hard, it bounced up slightly by the mattress, hit his chest, and was pressed back by him.

The man put one arm on the mattress and tried to avoid completely pressing her, but he pressed it firmly.

The chair behind him fell to the ground with a loud bang.

It's like knocking on each other's hearts.

The four eyes met, at such a close distance, his panting sprayed on her skin without any hesitation.

The girl's watery eyes were fixed on his face, her eyelashes fluttering like a small fan.

The air suddenly became extremely tense.

Ding Jing's question came from outside, from far to near, "What's going on? Si Chen? Are you okay?"

Yu Shinan reached out and turned off the light by her bedside.

The room darkened in an instant, and even the heart was beating violently.

"Auntie, it's okay. I knocked over the chair." Fu Sichen shouted.

"It's fine." Ding Jing went back.

A moment of silence breeds between the two.

In the dark, Fu Sichen asked him, "What are you doing with the lights off?"

"Do you want my mother to see us like this? When I molested you?" His voice rushed into her ears with heat.

Fu Sichen's face was also hot, reddened by his hard chest.

She moved slightly, moving quietly under him.

The man's voice overflowed from his throat, and he reached out and grabbed her waist to prevent her from moving.

"Nan, Brother Nan..."

Fu Sichen froze.

"Don't move." Yu Shinan's voice was low, hoarse from the depths of his throat.