Sweet spoiled wife: Mr. Fu spoiled his wife too much

After finally surviving for 15 minutes, Gu Xiaoman breathed a sigh of relief, and his whole body came back to life.

She let go of the pillow and moved around, forgetting that her ankle was still in Fu Wenyao's hands, her lower back accidentally hit the back of the sofa, and she cried out in pain.

Realizing that the sound had just been made, she subconsciously looked at Fu Wenyao. Seeing that Fu Wenyao was covering the oil cover with his head lowered, he didn't notice her movement, so she let go of her heart.

She looked in the mirror before, and the bruise on her lower back was too low. If Fu Wenyao knew about it, the pain would be a trivial matter. The important thing is, it would be too shameful.

Although she has already had a relationship with Fu Wenyao, strictly speaking, they don't spend much time together, and it can only be regarded as a few acquaintances.

Gathering his thoughts, Gu Xiaoman withdrew his feet and sincerely thanked Fu Wenyao: "Thank you tonight, I'll go back first."

With that said, she got up and walked out the door.

"Go and lie down on the bed."

Fu Wenyao's voice suddenly sounded, Gu Xiaoman's footsteps stopped, and his whole body petrified in place.

what? !

After a long while, she turned her head with a stiff neck, looked at Fu Wenyao in disbelief, and said in a stumble, "You, you, just said, what did you say?"

Fu Wenyao put the medicated oil on the bedside table, his black eyes were deep, and his tone was domineering, "Your lower back also needs to be medicated."

Gu Xiaoman laughed dryly twice, and didn't even want to deny it directly: "I'm not, I didn't hurt my lower back."

After speaking, without looking at Fu Wenyao, he turned around and ran out the door.

As soon as he put his hand on the doorknob, a white palm with long sleeves came from behind and locked the door with a "click".

A deep and hoarse voice came from above, "What are you afraid of?"

Gu Xiaoman: "..."

What about not being feminine?

What about the god of abstinence?

What about frigidity?

He was dragged by Fu Wenyao to lie down on the bed in a daze, his cheeks rubbed against the soft quilt, strong male hormones came to his nostrils, Gu Xiaoman's head buzzed, and the blush spread from his cheeks to the base of his neck.

Just about to get up while supporting the bed, Fu Wenyao's cold voice suddenly sounded, "Hey, don't move."

Gu Xiaoman immediately stopped, and subconsciously chose to obey.

The clothes around her waist were lifted, and her skin was exposed to the air. She shrank uncomfortably, and buried her face in the pillow in shame. As a result, she smelled a more intense cold smell, which was exactly the same as Fu Wenyao's usual smell. Gu Xiaoman's His face was so red that he was about to bleed.

Fu Wenyao thought she was cold, so he started to massage after turning on the air conditioner.

With warm palms pressed against her waist, Gu Xiaoman shuddered inexplicably, and wanted to move uncontrollably, Fu Wenyao held her down with quick eyesight and hands.

He didn't use much strength, but he still left red fingerprints on the fair skin. The bruise was too low, afraid that the medicinal wine would get on Gu Xiaoman's pajama pants, Fu Wenyao pursed his thin lips tightly, and pulled her pajama pants.

Sensing Fu Wenyao's movement, Gu Xiaoman was startled, turned his head with rounded eyes, just in time to see Fu Wenyao massaging her lower back in a serious manner, as if the person who just pulled her pants was not him.

The palm is warm and hot, it clings to the skin, and slowly penetrates into the skin body, the place touched by him is scorching hot as if it is about to burn.

Different from the ankle, besides the slight tingling, the waist is more of a tingling itchiness that makes the scalp numb. I don't know where Fu Wenyao touched it, but Gu Xiaoman couldn't help moaning.