Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

"Fu Han, what are you doing?"

Because of his inexplicability, Wen Qingyue felt irritated in her heart, and her tone became impatient.

She wanted to stand up, but Fu Han tightened his grip on her waist, "You are avoiding me."

Wen Qingyue's struggling movements froze, and she simply stopped moving. She sat on his lap, turned to him and denied: "No, you think too much."

Fu Han's eyes darkened slightly, "Yueyue, just tell me if you have any thoughts, I can't guess your thoughts, feelings need to be communicated."

"I said no," Wen Qingyue became impatient again, struggling to break the hands on her waist, "Relax, I'm thirsty, how about..."

Fu Han grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her as if venting. She resisted with her lips tightly closed, stared at him with wide eyes, and pushed him with both hands.

Her resistance instead aroused the anger in Fu Han's chest, he brutally bit and crushed her lips, pried open her jaws, and ate everything about her.

She bit him angrily, with a faint smell of rust between her lips and teeth.

Fu Han frowned and did not back down, he entangled her deeply, and did not let go until he lacked oxygen.

There was no ambiguity or lust in this kiss. She sat in his arms and panted, staring at him with scarlet eyes, and her lips were red.

Fu Han was not much better, the corner of her lips was bitten by her, and his breathing became disordered. He reached out to wipe off the crystals on her lips, "Look, you hate me being close to you now."

His voice was hoarse, as if it had been blown by the wind, and it was broken.

Wen Qingyue didn't look away, and said coldly: "You forced me, can't I hate it? Even a couple needs to respect the other half, don't you understand?"

Fu Han reached out to touch her cheek, ignored her avoidance, pinched her chin, and gently stroked her lips with his thumb, "Yueyue, lying is not a good habit."

Wen Qingyue couldn't break free from his hand, and smiled coldly, "Did you think about this sentence when you lied to me?"

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she felt a little regretful. It seemed that she was narrow-minded and cared about what happened before.

Fu Han's eyes suddenly sank, "Actually, you never forgave me, and you always cared about the matter between me and Su Wanyu. The previous things have not passed, have they?"

"Correct!"

His questioning tone annoyed Wen Qingyue, and she simply broke the jar, "Why do you ask me not to mind? You say you only treat her as a younger sister, but you don't do anything like what brothers and sisters should do. Even lied to me for her and abandoned me."

In the past few days, she has been persuading herself not to mind, and she also thought that she really could not mind, but unfortunately she overestimated herself.

In fact, she is also a layman, very narrow-minded.

Fu Han remained silent, he did make a mistake in lying to her.

I didn't know why that day, but I lied to her instinctively.

"Yueyue, I'm sorry—" Fu Han hugged her tightly, resting his chin on her shoulder and neck, and said in a low voice: "I didn't know you minded so much and felt so sad, I won't do it in the future."

Wen Qingyue stiffened her body and let him hug her, with her hands hanging by her sides, she clenched her fists and said coldly: "The world is impermanent, who knows what will happen next."

For example, when she signed the contract with him, how could she have thought that after that, she would not be able to keep her heart, fell into it, made the fake come true, and caused the pain now.

Fu Han froze, his eyes darkened, and he tightened his arms, as if he wanted to embed her in his body.

However, no matter how tightly he held her, the person in his arms still gave him a feeling that he would lose her at any moment.

This quarrel that started inexplicably ended inexplicably in the quiet silence.

Fu Han let go, Wen Qingyue got up silently, walked to the refrigerator, took a bottle of water and drank a couple of sips, the cold water slid down her throat, cooling her restless heart, and returning her sanity.

She leaned against the half-open kitchen counter to screw on the bottle cap, recalling the quarrel just now, pursed her lips and glanced at the man sitting on the sofa with her back facing her, feeling a little headache.

There were only the two of them in the house, and they quieted down after the quarrel, the air was filled with deadly embarrassment, she didn't know how to speak to relieve it, she stood silently, her head bowed and her thoughts were chaotic.

After a while, Wen Qingyue took a deep breath, walked behind Fu Han, bent over to approach him, put her arms around his neck, put her head next to his head, and said softly, "Drink water?"

She held the water bottle she had just taken a few sips of in her hand, and dangled in front of him, with her chin resting on his neck, her warm breath spraying on his neck.

After the quarrel, she took the initiative to talk to him, which meant that she was begging for peace. Fu Han's tense facial muscles instantly relaxed, and the cold breath around him subsided. He took the water without drinking it and put it on the table, "I'm not thirsty, Are you not angry anymore?"

He looked sideways at her, Wen Qingyue pursed her lips, stood up and distanced herself, Fu Han instinctively reached out to hold her hand, a look of panic flashed in his eyes, as if he was afraid that he would make her unhappy again.

Wen Qingyue let him hold her hand, walked around the sofa and walked in front of him under his gaze, straddled and sat on his lap, hooked his neck with both hands, pecked on his lips, and used The action tells him that she is not angry anymore.

Fu Han was stunned for a moment, realized what she meant, pressed her head down, and kissed her proactively.

Wen Qingyue's pupils trembled slightly, and she opened her mouth, wanting to say something but was taken advantage of by him, leaving only murmuring.

This time Fu Han kissed very gently and slowly, hooking her, his superb kissing skills pulled her into obsession, and he closed his eyes to be lingering with him.

This kiss quickly aroused the desires and thoughts deep in the hearts of the two, and the ambiguity was just right.

"Well, Fu Han..." Wen Qingyue raised her head in pain, her swan neck was tilted back in a beautiful arc, her loose long hair was fluttering in the air, Fu Han loosened her teeth, and looked at the dark spot on her collarbone with dark eyes. Bite marks, holding her waist with big hands, leaving dense hickey marks on her neck.

The breath was disordered, slightly or heavily intertwined, Wen Qingyue's whole body was limp, and her hands grasped his shoulders tightly.

Her abdomen was pressed against something, and she felt very uncomfortable and uneasy.

"Fu, Fu Han, the bedroom hasn't been decorated yet...decorated..." Wen Qingyue grabbed his hand, looked at him with water vapor in her eyes, blinking her eyelashes frantically.

If this continues, she knows what will happen.

It's just that it's obviously too late to stop at this time.

Fu Han took her hand behind his back and put it on his waist.

The home clothes he was wearing had hard abdominal muscles under the thin material, as well as the mermaid line that sank into the secret place.

The scalding heat came from the muscles through the fabric, as if the muscles were beating, which made her fingers curl up, and at the same time, her legs were inexplicably weak.

"Yueyue... I miss you..." Fu Han pinched her chin and said in a hoarse voice, crushing her lips again, and the hand holding her waist also took the opportunity to touch the skin on her upper waist from under the hem , fell on her thin layer of abdominal muscles, and gradually went up...

A single spark can start a prairie fire, if left alone, it will naturally ignite all reason with a bang.

They fought from the sofa to the bedroom, and after arguing, they fought to the death.