After the wealthy family got married, the fake young master pretended to be good every day

This sentence fell into Rong Rong's ears like a thunderbolt. He and Fu Qingyan were clearly discussing the intricate relationship between the two, but they were thrown at a loss by the opponent's straight ball.

Ever since Rong Rong knew the intricate relationship between him and Fu Qingyan, he began to carefully sort out this complicated relationship.

I am afraid that any string I touch will affect the relationship between the two.

However, Fu Qingyan and his thoughts seem to be completely different. What Fu Qingyan cares about is always the relationship between him and Rong Rong, and he has forgotten about other people.

Whether it's his biological parents or the relationship between him and Fu, they were all thrown into the corner by Fu Qingyan. In this dark and dull bedroom, Fu Qingyan seemed to only care about one problem, which was him. What is the relationship with Rong Rong?

Therefore, when Fu Qingyan asked this question, Rongrong's heart beat wildly, almost like a car that had just been installed with an electric motor when he was a child. This sentence was like a tiny trigger point that directly caused the motor to vibrate.

Suddenly there was nothing left in my mind, only a bang.

Rongrong's earlobe seemed to be covered with pink and tender flowers, extending from his earlobe to under his clothes, to a place Fu Qingyan couldn't see.

Fu Qingyan's patience seemed to last for a moment, he only gave Rongrong a chance to breathe, in the dark bedroom, Fu Qingyan stretched out his hand and slowly groped the skin under Rongrong's clothes.

When someone else's fingers touched his skin, Shi Rongrong almost couldn't help trembling for a moment, but he stopped abruptly.

At this moment, his body and consciousness seemed to be divided into two parts, and the consciousness clamored that he needed to deal with too many relationships and problems. If he didn't sort it out, he wouldn't know how to face Fu Qingyan, after all I am a thief who occupies the other person's life.

But when Fu Qingyan's slender fingers skilfully passed over the clothes and touched Rong Rong's skin, the desire from the bottom of his heart suddenly emerged, and his whole body and mind focused only on that piece of skin.

This feeling made him unable to think clearly, he could only feel that all the skin on his body was calling for Fu Qingyan's touch.

At this moment, strong thoughts hit Rong Rong's mind, he longed to be touched by the other party, hugged by the other party, kissed by the other party, and even more eager for the other party's further actions.

Therefore, Rong Rong lowered his eyelashes and quietly looked at Fu Qingyan's elbow injury. Although there was no disturbance on the surface, Rong Rong knew in his heart that he had surrendered and would not resist no matter what the other party did. .

The breathing of the two people in the room became heavier and heavier, and their breaths were entangled with each other, almost condensing into two substantial lines.

Fu Qingyan still had injuries on his body, but every movement he made seemed to be full of temptation. Rong Rong only felt that the other party was like a handsome sculpture from the Athens period in ancient Greece, or like an attractive male demon in ancient mythology. .

"Rongrong."

A murmur suddenly came from the earlobe, and Rongrong's shoulders trembled for a moment in fright.

But Fu Qingyan didn't intend to give up, his breath was closer to Rongrong's earlobe, and he called again and again: "Rongrong."

"Rongrong..."

"Rongrong..."

In this voice that kept chewing on his name, Rong Rong couldn't do anything to resist the opponent, so before Rong Rong could react, he sat directly on the opponent.

By the time he realized it, he couldn't turn back.

Fu Qingyan had turned on the night light by the bed at some point, and the warm orange light from the night light slightly illuminated the faces of the two of them, causing Rong Rong to hold his breath for a moment.

The light source was almost facing him, so from Fu Qingyan's perspective, he could clearly see Rong Rong's current appearance.

Rong Rong gripped the sheets tightly in the next instant, his voice kept overflowing from his throat: "Turn off the lights... um."

Fu Qingyan frowned slightly after hearing Rong Rong's words, and there was some faint and imperceptible sadness in his voice: "But I want to see Rong Rong, I haven't seen Rong Rong for many days."

Rongrong: "..."

Rong Rong pursed her mouth and turned her head to the other side, not paying attention to the light.

The two of them didn't talk for a while, but in such a quiet atmosphere, Rong Rong could clearly feel the subtle changes in his body, he could feel every movement, feeling and subtle feeling brought about.

Fu Qingyan didn't move, it was he who took the initiative.

It was he who actively showed himself to the other party under the light, revealing every inch of himself.

Rong Rong pursed his lips, his wrist was tightly held by Fu Qingyan, but his fingers had some strength to grab the bed sheet.

In his opinion, this posture is actually more tiring than when he hangs Wia while filming, because for him, as long as he devotes himself to filming, he will not feel physically tired.

However, this posture will directly dissipate the energy accumulated in the body at the apex, such as a tiny electric current spreading directly from the tailbone to the limbs, allowing Rongrong to release the energy directly.

He is like the tide, feeling the scalp-tingling sensation in the ups and downs.

Rong Rong still maintained his last sanity in the shroud of light, so he didn't want to make a sound, and didn't want to reveal that bit of fragility.

However, this scene looked different in Fu Qingyan's eyes. Fu Qingyan keenly noticed that today's Rongrong is different from the past.

The skin on the opponent's body has been dyed pink, and his whole body is tight and sensitive, like a cooked shrimp.

And it seems that because of the unclear relationship, the other party's initiative seems to be a little flattering.

Rong Rong was actively and consciously flattering him, Fu Qingyan stretched out his hand to touch the other party, and when his cool fingers touched the other party's skin, it would always bring a little shudder.

Rong Rong's mind was in a mess, he had to keep moving, but also pay attention to Fu Qingyan's elbow injury at all times, not wanting to touch the opponent's wound.

However, Fu Qingyan kept moving around, his voice was almost close to Rong Rong's ear: "...I want Rong Rong to be more active."

Rong Rong's tears almost fell from his eyes, he had no choice but to lean forward and kiss Fu Qingyan.

Rong Rong felt that his whole body was like a meatloaf that was fried until golden on both sides, but he didn't dare to make too presumptuous movements.

He couldn't tell what he was thinking in his heart, but at this moment he tried his best to please the other party and make Fu Qingyan happy.

Fu Qingyan's other arm was more free, supporting Rongrong's sensitive parts. During the long time between the two of them, Fu Qingyan was more indifferent, as if he had taken the dominant position.

His gaze never left Rong Rong, every slight change in expression and movement of the other party was captured by Fu Qingyan.

Fu Qingyan took the initiative to get close to Rong Rong's ear, admiring the tense muscles of the other party because of his approach, and he knew in his heart that it was because Rong Rong didn't want to hurt his elbow wound.

Fu Qingyan's voice was a little hoarse, like a gasp after strenuous exercise: "Does Rong Rong love me?"

Under this kind of gaze, Rong Rong hesitated at first, but finally had no choice but to raise his head, revealing his fragile swan neck: "Love, I love you...uh."

Fu Qingyan was not satisfied after getting the answer, he asked again: "Rongrong, do you love me?"

After Rongrong answered over and over again, he really had no strength, only humming and chirping was left, so Fu Qingyan let the other party go contentedly, and let Rongrong crawl into the bed to rest.

Fu Qingyan lay on his side next to the other party, and said softly: "My arm still needs to be taken care of by Rong Rong, and Rong Rong needs to take care of me at home."

Rong Rong was so tired that he couldn't speak at this time, he hummed, and then pretended to be under the bed again, only a small piece of his head was exposed.

After Fu Qingyan waited quietly for a while, after confirming that the other party was really asleep, he slowly got out of bed and walked to the bathroom.

He stood in front of the mirror for a while, and then slowly removed the bandage. The wound on his elbow looked bruised and purple, which was very scary. However, Fu Qingyan gently raised his left hand and slowly smiled a little.

Doctors said there was no bone in his left hand, so it was just a scary injury.