Mrs. Fu, please grasp the scale

Fu Sichen nodded, feeling like he closed his eyes, but he was dishonest, and pressed himself into his arms hard, even if he hugged him tightly, she didn't think it was enough.

The man pressed her face on his shoulders, and his palms fell on her body.

He said he helped her.

The veins on the man's forehead were tense, his Adam's apple rolled unbearably, and a thin layer of sweat covered his skin, burning his reason.

No matter what, she was a married woman, before she separated from Han Yi, no matter what the circumstances, his having a relationship with her would be a fatal injury to her.

He just wanted her to pass quickly, without really wanting her.

Even... this is beyond the outline.

Yu Shinan's whole body was about to explode, his breathing was heavy, and even his strong self-control was defeated.

Hot kisses fell on her face and body, and he called her name hoarsely, all reason collapsed, and there was no way to follow.

……

The rain was raging and showed no sign of stopping.

Yu Shinan stood by the door, and the wind and rain fell on him. The man was bare-chested, and his muscles were tense and there was no sign of relaxation.

The sky has never cleared, but gradually darkened with the passage of time.

He stood for a while and closed the door, fearing that the wind would come in and blow her.

But the heat on her body didn't drop, and as soon as the door was closed, the breathing sound of the woman laying down and falling asleep burrowed into her flesh and bones.

He glanced over his head, wrung out his vest, and walked to the bed.

There was only a mattress on the bed, and he dug out a sheet from the cabinet and spread it on it. The old sheet was used by someone, so he didn't dare to put her directly on it, so he threw his coat on it and put it on again. His shirt covered her.

Fu Sichen curled up on it, a little bit, very pitifully, his calves and feet were not covered, they were exposed, and there were fingerprints on his ankles, the marks of being pinched by him.

Yu Shinan pursed the corner of his lower lip, he twisted his vest, walked over, and held her foot with his hand, it was very cold.

He held her feet in his palm without letting go, warmed her up, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Sichen."

He called her, but the woman groaned and didn't know whether she heard it or not.

His hand went up her calf, lifted his shirt up, and wiped it for her with his vest, with careful and gentle movements, like wiping a treasured jewel.

After a few wipes, her body twisted, like flowing water in the mud outside, accompanied by sporadic hums, which made the space that was finally quiet again uneasy.

Yu Shinan's back felt numb, and his movements quickened, barely cleaning her up.

He covered her with his shirt and wrapped it up, got up and went out, washing the vest silently in the rain.

The sky was dark and swallowed the light of the sky, he turned back, spread out the vest to dry, and hung up her dress to dry after washing.

He had a lighter with him, and after searching for a long time, he only found a small handful of dry firewood in the corner, but it was also soaked in water, so it was not easy to burn. He picked and picked, and managed to ignite.

Holding her little clothes to bake on the fire, the man squatted shirtless by the fire, the fire reflected his face, and he couldn't see his emotions half-blindly.

Baked half dried, the fire went out.

He hung the clothes to dry first, then went to get the porcelain jar, rinsed it in the rain, took a glass of water and brought it in.

He put the cup by the bed, dipped his fingers in water to moisten her lips, watched her stretch out her little tongue to lick it, and pressed his palm on her forehead to test her temperature, she was really burning right now.

He also didn't care whether the water was clean or not, fearing that she would become dehydrated, so he half hugged her, "Si Chen, drink some water."

She shook her head, no.

"Be good, be obedient." He wrapped the person in his arms, brought the cup to her mouth, and wanted her to drink it in, but instead of drinking much, he poured most of it on her body, watching her shiver from the cold .

Yu Shinan's forehead tensed, and he simply put it in his mouth and fed her, mouthful by mouthful.

Her body was hot and dry, and she was in a daze.

He hugged him into his arms and made her a mattress of human flesh, using his body to free up her body to prevent her from getting cold due to fever.

It was completely dark, and there was no news for most of the day. I don't know if Yu Gan got any news.

It's just that the heavy rain prevented heavy search and rescue equipment from entering, making search and rescue difficult.

The room was dark and quiet, except for the breathing of the two of them, and the sound of the rain outside.

It can be heard that the rain has dropped a lot.

Yu Shinan didn't feel sleepy, the room was very dark, there was not even moonlight this night.

He hugged the woman in his arms, and lightly closed his eyes to rest. After an unknown amount of time, the woman in his arms began to be dishonest again.

It is that special kind of humming sound that feels like pain and joy, blooming decadently in the dark night without light, digging into the cracks of human bones, no matter how hard the bones are, they are crisp.

Yu Shinan's temples were throbbing violently, and they were so tense and painful, as if summer had entered ahead of schedule, and the scorching air swept across his entire chest and abdomen.

In the dark night, there is no light at all, the creaking beds and the humming of men and women penetrate the drizzle and disappear in the world.

……

When Fu Sichen woke up, it was already daylight. She sat up with a headache like a needle prick, and her head was leaning against the wall weakly.

With his shirt covering her body, Fu Sichen pulled her body with her fingers, and she lowered her head. Although she didn't remember all the details, she knew exactly what happened.

The door was pushed open, and the smell of soil and plants came in with the coolness after the rain. She subconsciously curled her body tighter, and buried her face together, wishing that the shirt could get bigger and wrap her all in.

Yu Shinan glanced over there, he walked over, stood by the bed and looked at her, "Are you awake?"

Fu Sichen didn't move, and didn't make a sound, his eyes fell on his lean body. He was wearing a dark vest stretched over his body, which clearly outlined the texture of the muscles, and the exposed tendons were clearly defined.

She hastily shifted her gaze away, not daring to look.

Knowing that it might be difficult for her to accept it, Yu Shinan's Adam's apple twitched slightly, but he still suppressed what he wanted to say.

He went to get her clothes and put them on the bedside for her, his voice slowed down as much as possible, "It's dry. Put on your clothes and don't catch cold. You still have a little fever."

Although she didn't respond, seeing her look up, Yu Shinan turned around, "I'll go out first."

The door waited for him to step out and closed again, but it was not closed tightly, and he could be seen standing with his back to the door through the crack of the door.

Fu Sichen held the clothes in her hands, blushing, and put them on one by one.

Yu Shinan stood outside for a while, thinking that it was almost done, he turned around and opened the door to come in.

Seeing her standing there obediently like a child who made a mistake, Yu Shinan walked over, and when he reached out to touch her, she dodged to the side.

Yu Shinan sank, and he suddenly stretched out his arms to hug him, "Sichen, don't hide from me."