Addicted to Love, Mr. Fu’s Newly Married Wife

Fu Yanchen kicked open the door of Xu Xiaoxiao's bedroom. In that slightly messy yet warm bedroom, the moonlight outside the window barely filtered through the half-closed curtains and sprinkled on the floor in patches, adding a hazy color to everything that was about to happen.

"Fu...Fu Yanchen, what...what are you going to do?"

There was a tremor in Xu Xiaoxiao's voice, and her eyes were full of panic and confusion, as if she was being stared at by an out-of-control beast with nowhere to escape.

Fu Yanchen's eyes were red, like the brightest stars in the night sky, emitting a heart-pounding light. His breathing was heavy and rapid. Obviously, the alcohol had completely eroded his sanity.

With a sudden force, he mercilessly threw Xu Xiaoxiao's light body onto the soft big bed, and then pressed down like a mountain, making Xu Xiaoxiao feel an unprecedented sense of oppression.

She tried to struggle, and slapped Fu Yanchen's solid chest with her hands, but it was all in vain. His strength was far beyond hers, and it seemed that any resistance would be like an ant trying to shake a tree.

His hot lips slammed down like a violent storm.

This sudden kiss came with an irresistible force, easily prying open her tightly closed lips and teeth.

At that moment, Xu Xiaoxiao felt as if her whole world was turned upside down.

Her eyes, which had been tightly closed, suddenly opened, full of astonishment and helplessness.

At this moment, Fu Yanchen's breath rushed into her mouth like a surging tide, filling it up in an instant.

The smell was a mixture of strong alcohol and the warm scent unique to men, forming a unique and impactful smell.

The smell went up her nasal cavity and penetrated deep into her mind, causing her brain to suddenly fall into a state of chaos. Her thoughts became confused and she almost completely lost the ability to think.

His kiss was wild and passionate, as if he wanted to pour all his emotions into this kiss.

Xu Xiaoxiao could feel the struggle and desire deep in his heart. It was an expression beyond words and the most primitive emotional catharsis under the influence of alcohol.

However, for her, all this came too suddenly and too violently, leaving her at a loss as to what to do. She could only let herself sink and float in this tide.

Fu Yanchen's strength did not weaken at all, but became more intense as the kiss deepened. His hands wandered over her body, causing waves of tremors.

Xu Xiaoxiao's heart was filled with fear and confusion. She didn't know what Fu Yanchen would do, and she didn't know how to deal with this sudden change.

Just when she thought she was about to be completely swallowed up by this power, Fu Yanchen's movements suddenly stopped. He breathed heavily, as if he had regained a bit of clarity from his drunkenness.

His gaze fell on Xu Xiaoxiao's face again. In addition to desire, there was also a deep apology and reluctance in his eyes.

"Xiaoxiao, I'm sorry...I..." Fu Yanchen's voice was low and hoarse, as if he was talking to himself and to Xu Xiaoxiao.

At that moment, the bedroom fell into a brief silence, leaving only the two people's rapid breathing echoing in the night.

The person he had been thinking about for four years! At this moment, he was lying under him like this. The face that had haunted him for countless days and nights appeared before his eyes like a dream, so close that he could almost feel the other person's warm breath brushing his face.

There was a blazing light in Fu Yanchen's eyes, like a raging fire. The light was so strong and dazzling that it seemed as if it could burn the entire world around him to ashes in just a moment.

Alcohol was like a surging river, flowing rapidly through his blood vessels, bringing with it waves of heat and impulse that were difficult to describe in words. This feeling was like a ferocious beast, running rampant in his heart, roaring wantonly.

Driven by such a powerful force, how could he stop? No, he simply couldn't do it! He felt as if he had lost all his reason and restraint, and there was only one thought in his mind - that was to completely indulge himself, to release the strong emotions that had been deeply suppressed in his heart for a long time without any scruples or reservations, and to let it vent as much as a volcanic eruption.

He hugged her tightly, his arms seemed to want to rub her into his body and never let go.

Xu Xiaoxiao's face was slightly tilted, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, like a frightened bird.

However, in this small space, she had nowhere to escape and could only allow Fu Yanchen's breath to wrap her tightly.

"Fu...Fu Yanchen! You...you are drunk! Wake up, can you...calm down a little?"

Xu Xiaoxiao shouted anxiously, her voice trembling with a hint of panic.

She pushed hard at the tall and heavy body in front of her, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree.

At this moment, Fu Yanchen's cheeks were as red as ripe apples, and his eyes were blurred and hazy.

His breathing became more and more rapid, and every breath was like a flame bursting out from deep in his chest, burning the air around him.

The originally steady and powerful heartbeat now sounded like a war drum amid thunder and lightning, beating non-stop as if it was about to burst out of the chest.

Alcohol had completely taken over his mind, causing him to lose control of his behavior.

He could no longer endure the torment brought about by the surging desires and impulses in his heart. Like an enraged beast, he desperately wanted to release the long-pent-up power.

He suddenly leaned down and hugged Xu Xiaoxiao's petite body tightly with lightning speed. This sudden move caught Xu Xiaoxiao off guard. Before she could react, Fu Yanchen's hot lips domineeringly covered her soft lips.

In an instant, an electric current spread throughout Xu Xiaoxiao's body. Her eyes widened, her mind went blank, and she completely forgot how to resist.

His lips fell like a violent storm, leaving deep imprints on her lips with endless longing and desire.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze. Fu Yanchen felt a warm current rising from the bottom of his heart and flowing through his body in an instant.

"Fu...Fu Yanchen..." Xu Xiaoxiao widened her eyes, her face full of disbelief. She could never have imagined that Fu Yanchen would be so courageous!

Fu Yanchen narrowed his eyes slightly, with a smile on his lips. His eyes, as deep as a pool of water, were twinkling with stars, as if they could absorb people's souls.

As a satisfied sigh escaped from his mouth, the sound was low and hoarse, like the beautiful notes played by a cello, slowly flowing in the air with endless happiness and satisfaction.

His slender fingers were like nimble butterflies, gently shuttling back and forth through Xu Xiaoxiao's silky hair.

Every touch is like a gentle breeze, bringing a slight tingle and warmth.

Fu Yanchen seemed to want to use this method to deeply engrave the tenderness of this moment in his heart and make this beauty eternal.

At this moment, the air around them seemed to be infected by this ambiguous atmosphere, gradually becoming hotter. That indescribable ambiguous atmosphere was like an invisible net that tightly enveloped the two of them, leaving them nowhere to escape.

The dim and soft light poured down, casting a faint golden halo on the entire room.

This halo was like a light gauze dress, gently draped over the two people, making them look even more dreamy and beautiful.

Looking out through the window, you can see the moonlight as bright as snow pouring down quietly like mercury, illuminating every corner of the courtyard.

Under the moonlight, everything seemed so quiet and peaceful, with only the two hearts beating with love in the house playing a moving piece of music.

In the dark night, the small bed actually made a series of chirping sounds! It sounded as if it was suffering from some unbearable torture, as if it could not bear the huge pressure brought by the endless bumps and revelry.

Every shake made the small bed tremble as if it would fall apart at any time; and the constant chirping sounds were like the small bed groaning and wailing in pain, telling everything around it about its misfortune.

Xu Xiaoxiao lay quietly on the soft big bed, her originally rosy face now looked as pale as paper.

The petite body kept shaking, as if controlled by an invisible force.

Fine beads of sweat oozed out of her forehead like raindrops, soon soaking the strands of hair on her forehead. The crystal sweat slid down her cheeks and dripped onto the pillow.

Not only that, the thin clothes she was wearing had already been soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to her skin, clearly outlining the curves of her graceful figure.

The wet collar of her clothes swayed slightly as her body trembled, adding a touch of her fragile beauty.

The hairband that was originally tied neatly loosened silently as if it was untied by an invisible hand.

The long black hair cascading down like a waterfall suddenly lost its restraint and became messy.

They were scattered wantonly, some stuck to her fair and delicate cheeks in a messy manner, like black tear marks; others gently fell on her shoulders and chest, swaying slightly with the breeze.

Such a scene made her, who was already delicate and beautiful, even more frail and helpless, which was lovable.

However, at this moment she was already exhausted and mentally drained, and she no longer had the strength to reach out and brush away those naughty strands of hair.

She could only lie there quietly, closing her eyes slightly, letting the strands of hair sway gently with her soft breathing, as if telling the endless sadness and helplessness in her heart.

Fu Yanchen's body was covered in sweat, which flowed quietly like crystal pearls, occasionally dripping on her cheeks, bringing a slight burning and numbness.

Each of his movements was full of strength and tenderness. Sometimes he held her tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to rub her into his body; sometimes he gently stroked her skin, as delicate as the breeze caressing the petals.

This strong and contradictory touch made her intoxicated involuntarily, as if her whole body was about to be deeply embedded in him and become a part of his life forever.

However, in this seemingly endless tenderness and joy, an indescribable sense of humiliation quietly arose in the depths of Xu Xiaoxiao's heart.

Her thoughts involuntarily drifted back to a short time ago, when he was showing great affection to another woman.

There was a gleam of happiness in the woman's eyes, and he gazed at her with a gaze as gentle as water, with a doting smile on his lips.

The woman even ran up to her and acted arrogantly.

Those scenes were like clear pictures, constantly flashing in her mind and could not be shaken off.

But who could have thought that in just a blink of an eye, he would come here in the middle of the night and pounce on her, a completely innocent woman, like a mad beast.

Xu Xiaoxiao stared at the man in front of her with eyes wide open in disbelief, and kept asking herself in her heart: "Why is this happening? Why does he treat me like this? Am I just a toy that he can manipulate at will in his eyes?"

Tears gradually blurred her vision, but she still bit her lips stubbornly to prevent herself from crying out loud. She felt wronged and angry in her heart.

She wanted to struggle and resist, but her body seemed to have been drained of all strength and she could only let him do whatever he wanted.

There were tears glistening in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall, as if silently expressing her unwillingness and humiliation.

As the night deepened, the chirping of the crib gradually died down.

However, Xu Xiaoxiao's heart was filled with endless waves.

Finally, when everything returned to calm, Xu Xiaoxiao was so tired that she fell asleep, as if she had no strength to pursue even dreams.

Her body collapsed on the bed, her breathing even and deep, like a withered flower, quietly waiting for the comfort of the morning light.

Fu Yanchen looked at her tired appearance, and an inexplicable tenderness surged in his heart.

He gently picked her up, as if she were holding the most precious treasure in the world, and walked carefully into the bathroom.

In the bathroom, the light in the mirror was soft and warm, reflecting the figures of the two people leaning on each other.

He gently put her into the bathtub, and the warm water instantly enveloped her, as if to wash away her fatigue and humiliation. Fu Yanchen picked up the bath towel, dipped it in water, and gently wiped her body.

His movements were gentle and delicate, as if he was treating a piece of fine porcelain, afraid of breaking it by accident.

Xu Xiaoxiao seemed to feel this tenderness in her dream. The corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.

That smile was like a flash in the pan, beautiful and short-lived, but it made Fu Yanchen's heart surge with an indescribable emotion.

After taking a shower, Fu Yanchen carried her back to bed and covered her with a blanket to make sure she wouldn't catch a cold.

He sat beside the bed, watching over her quietly, as if he wanted to protect her until dawn.

The next morning, when the first ray of sunlight shone into the room through the gap in the curtains, Xu Xiaoxiao slowly opened her eyes.

"Ahhhh! Fu Yanchen, I will kill you..."