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She moved to escape.

But before he could even reach the bed, he was dragged back by his ankle.

The strong and explosive body pressed down on her. She lay on the bed and shook her head to refuse: "I don't want it! You got the wrong person...Fu Haitang, please, please, don't..."

"what!"

After a brief scream, she closed her eyes in pain and slightly raised her head.

The torn skirt wrapped around the man's palm and was torn to the waist again.

The broad shoulders enveloped her completely, and her sobs and cries were shattered. The broken and pitiful tone ignited the air, and the temperature rose, the hot air hit the window, condensed into water droplets, and flowed down in a winding way.

"Let me go... I don't want to follow you! I don't want..."

They were extremely familiar with each other, and soon she was forced to adapt.

She resisted in her heart but her body was out of control. Under this contradictory stimulation, she could only clutch the bed sheets tightly, trying not to reach the critical point of compromise.

But he knew her too well and could feel every sensitive part of her body with his eyes closed.

The woman's two slender white wrists were tangled together by torn strips of cloth.

The man pressed her head on the bed with one hand, and held her waist tightly with his other large hand, so that she could not move an inch.

again and again.

In the second half of the night, Song Weiyu's hoarse cries were buried in the pillow, intermittently. She was so limp that she had no strength to resist and could only be tossed around.

During this time, he called her "Qiqi" again and again, but he deliberately called it in her left ear, so she couldn't hear clearly whether it was Qiqi or Xixi.

Finally, the scene before my eyes stopped shaking endlessly.

Fu Haitang closed his eyes, buried his head in her chest, and fell into a deep sleep.

She was almost torn apart by the torment. After a while, she wanted to push him away and leave, but he held her tightly even though he was asleep.

"Don't go, Xixi, don't go, don't leave me..."

She wasn't sure if his name was Xiqi.

In the silent room, the moonlight peeped at everything in front of him. The man shed his majestic demeanor as a superior during the day and now buried his face in her soft chest obediently, sniffing her scent dependently, sticking to her, and hugging her.

Song Weiyu softened her heart and pulled the messy quilt to cover both of them, gently stroking his black and white hair with her fingers.

He didn't have any white hair before.

Li He said that he hardly slept in the past half month.

But he was sleeping soundly now, and the frown on his brows that had been furrowed at the dinner table was now smoothed out with relief.

She moved a little, and although Fu Haitang closed her eyes, she immediately murmured aggrievedly: "Don't go, baby, don't go."

Song Weiyu stopped moving immediately, patting his back gently and coaxing him, "I'm not leaving, you go to sleep."

This posture was very tiring. Fu Haitang had been resting his head on her thin arms, with his arms wrapped around her waist and his face buried in her chest.

Afraid that he would not sleep well, she stayed there until the sky turned white.

Fortunately, the man in her arms did not wake up in the second half of the night, his breathing was steady, and he slept deeply and comfortably. She kept looking at him, wanting to carve his features deep in her memory.

It was completely bright.

Song Weiyu looked out the window, then at the person in her arms. She wanted Fu Haitang to sleep as much as possible.

But she was afraid that her friends would see them sleeping together last night. How could she explain this... There was no way to explain it. She looked at the purple teeth marks on her chest and gently poked the man's forehead. "He was born in the year of the dog."

I don’t know what’s going on with my neck yet, but I don’t think it’s going to get any better.

Fortunately, everyone drank too much last night, and today is New Year's Eve, so there is nothing to do. I guess Shao Guoren, Li He and the others will have to stay in bed until ten o'clock.

Then hold him and sleep for a while.

Song Weiyu took out her phone and took a picture of him sleeping. The picture showed an angular, overly marked profile and her snow-white shoulders.

But I was afraid of being seen by others, so I clicked to hide the album.

There was the sound of servants walking in the corridor, and Song Weiyu then grabbed his wrist and lifted him up, freeing herself from his arms.

She moved gently under the bed and leaned over to kiss Fu Haitang on the forehead.

"Mr. Fu, happy new year."

She wanted to say I love you so much.

Unfortunately, today in the hospital bathroom, she heard the conversation between Chen Fang and Li He...

It turns out that she will lose her memory again and again for the rest of her life. The pain brought by this disease will always torment the person who loves her the most.

Fortunately, Fu Haitang has a new life and will never step into her mud again.

Then she left the capital, and left him for the rest of his life. Never seeing him again was the best blessing for him.