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His eyes were locked on the woman's gaze, as if he were staring at prey.

But unlike the way he looked at Zhao Han just now, now he completely wanted to take control of this prey in his hands.

Song Weiyu looked back at him. She noticed something was wrong with Fu Haitang when she was at the door.

I couldn't tell what had changed, but the man's melancholy and fierceness made people afraid to approach him.

Now that the two were so close, she could feel the dangerous aura beating on Fu Haitang's body more clearly.

But, how could she be afraid of him?

Even if Fu Haitang kills someone in front of her with a knife, she will not be afraid.

Song Weiyu didn't know why, but he just trusted... from the bottom of his heart.

Believe in him as much as you believe in yourself.

"Fu Haitang, why am I afraid of you? No matter what you become, I will not be afraid."

Not only was she not afraid, but she saw loss and loneliness in the man's eyes.

Feeling distressed in my heart, I unconsciously stretched out my hand to hold his face, touched his forehead, and muttered: "Do you have a fever? Why are you so hot?"

Fu Haitang suddenly tilted his head and bit her stroking hand.

Like a wolf suddenly biting its prey, the force on the teeth deepened. During the process, he kept staring into Song Weiyu's eyes.

There was pain in her fingers, but she held it back.

Because she saw Fu Haitang's teeth marks on his arms on both sides of her body.

Recovering, but definitely scarring.

At that time, Fu Haitang said: "I wish it would leave scars... who could have said it was you who bit it."

Now, Song Weiyu let him bite.

The pain in his hand was not worth the pain in his heart. He put his other hand on the man's hair and gently stroked it to comfort him: "Fu Haitang, what's wrong with you? Is it because you haven't rested recently? I think your mood is not right..."

He didn't speak, just bit the side of her index finger and stared into Song Weiyu's eyes.

He looked as if he wanted to bite her hand into pieces, but he was reluctant to bite her hand too hard.

This look in his eyes made Song Weiyu not only not afraid, but also so distressed that his tone softened.

She seduced him with charming eyes.

"If you don't want to bite, let go and kiss me instead."

Song Weiyu felt that he was probably crazy, and he said such seductive words because he felt sorry for him.

Fu Haitang really let go of her hand, looked down at the crimson mark, and kissed her softly.

Before Song Weiyu could react, he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her towards him.

Their lips and teeth were entangled, and they hadn't seen each other for a few days. They both wanted to express their love in their hearts.

Obviously, he wasn't satisfied with a kiss this time.

The gray-pink silk reflects a very textured light under the warm light, making the woman's skin smoother than silk.

While kissing, he unbuttoned her clothes.

Song Weiyu didn't come back to his senses until his coat completely slipped off his shoulders and his skin touched the cool air.

"no…"

She reached out to push the man who was buried in her chest and was keen on leaving teeth marks.

"It hurts, hiss... don't bite."

She was anxious. It would take at least 7 days for the hickey to disappear. If Chen Fang saw it...

Song Weiyu suddenly felt uneasy, and he had the illusion of an affair in his heart, and hurriedly pushed Fu Haitang's shoulder.

However, compared with his strength, these few pushes were like a cat tickling.

The man even sucked harder and pressed her hand on the mirror punitively. This position made her chest rise higher.

Unable to move, he began to cry and beg Fu Haitang.

"Don't leave any mark..."

"Don't bite, please, you'll be found out."

Fu Haitang stopped moving, looked at her with eyes full of unsatisfied lust, and smiled hoarsely, "Who discovered it? That wild man of yours?"

He stretched out his hand and tapped her chest twice, "Why was the hickey at this location discovered by Chen Fang?"

Song Weiyu bit her mouth and said nothing, and did not dare to look at him.

Fu Haitang could not help but think of that night, when she was pressed against the glass window by Chen Fang and kissed for a long time, so long that the suspender nightgown fell entirely around her waist.

His voice suddenly became depressed and low, and he clenched his fist hard against the mirror behind the woman.

"Song Weiyu, have you ever thought that I am your legal husband? We haven't divorced yet."

He leaned down, like a wolf approaching its prey step by step, "So, it's natural for me to sleep with you. But if you let him touch you, don't you feel sorry for me?"