Mrs. Fu, please be mindful of the appropriate boundaries.

If Fu Jingting were to act shamelessly, Xu Qingcheng would truly be unable to handle it.

He insisted on asking her exactly what she disliked, pulling her hand to his body and making her point out the reasons.

"I hate everything, but I hate it the way it is now!" Xu Qingcheng said angrily.

Fu Jingting suddenly burst into laughter. His laughter was unrestrained and flamboyant, like that of a demon, capable of stealing one's soul.

Xu Qingcheng blushed even more.

I told myself not to be affected and not to blush, but my cheeks still wouldn't listen and became hot and flushed.

The man hooked his fingers under her chin, his fingertips tracing her delicate jawline. "Why are you blushing when I tell you what's annoying about me?"

He moved extremely close to her, his spine bending down to match her height, his shirt taut against his body, his taut muscles exerting force, like a wild wolf tightly confining her in his territory.

The man's breath was hot on her face, and Xu Qingcheng couldn't avoid it. His lips were pressed against her eyelids, trembling slightly beneath her thin eyelids. His lips traveled down and finally settled on hers.

He wasn't in a hurry. He slowly and deliberately rubbed her lips together, disrupting her breathing, before launching a forceful attack, forcing her to follow his rhythm.

She curled her fingers tightly against his chest, gripping his shirt, but the man found it inconvenient and grabbed her wrist, wrapping it around his neck, so their bodies were pressed tightly together.

My heart was beating so fast, so fast, it felt like it was going to jump out of my chest.

His hand slid down her back, pressed down hard on her waist, and continued down, the curves his palm touched undulating, arousing his heart and making him want to tear her apart completely.

His phone rang at that moment.

Before he could answer, Xu Qingcheng's phone rang again.

The ringing of the phone at the same time made him furious. Fu Jingting took out his phone, glanced at the caller ID, and immediately understood that it was someone trying to find out information by mentioning his marriage certificate. He didn't even answer the call, just hung up and turned off his phone.

It was Song Chang calling Xu Qingcheng.

"Qingcheng, you married Fu Jingting? When did that happen? Why didn't you say a word about it?"

Song Chang bombarded him with questions, his surprise and astonishment barely concealed in his voice.

That was incredibly fast.

With Fu Jingting right in front of her, Xu Qingcheng couldn't speak directly, so she could only say tactfully, "Changchang, I'll talk to you later... Ah, you..."

My phone was stolen.

Song Chang heard Qingcheng's exclamation.

When I listened again, all that was left on the phone was the beeping sound.

When I called back, the phone was switched off.

Song Chang, "..."

Fu Jingting snatched her phone and hung up, turning it off in one swift motion.

Before Xu Qingcheng could say another word, he picked her up and carried her.

He grabbed her legs and lifted her up, startling Xu Qingcheng so much that she quickly grabbed his neck with both hands.

He chuckled softly as she hugged him tightly, covering his face and head. He then supported her with his hands, spread her legs, and wrapped them around his waist. "Hold on tight, don't fall."

Well……

She was wearing a skirt, and this pose was absolutely embarrassing.

Fu Jingting carried her up the stairs. Xu Qingcheng's arms, which were wrapped around him, were trembling slightly, but she couldn't utter a single word.

His intentions were obvious, and their changed status today left her with no reason to refuse.

The bedroom door was opened and then closed.

He gently placed her on the bed, and Fu Jingting leaned over her, grabbing her hand and placing it on the buttons of his shirt. He commanded her, "Unbutton them."

Her fingertips were burning hot, and Xu Qingcheng's hands trembled slightly as she struggled to unbutton a single button. Her finger bones brushed against his neck, and she could feel the rhythm of his Adam's apple bobbing.

His eyes were fixed on her, and because of the alcohol, they held a bewitching and wicked quality, so strong and domineering that she could barely open her eyes.

Her heart was beating strangely, as if it weren't hers; it was both panicked and erratic.

His breath, slightly tinged with alcohol, wafted down, so close that she could touch his lips with just a glance up.

But he just stared at her, motionless.

He teased her until her face turned bright red, and every bone in her body trembled. She couldn't describe the feeling; her heart was clenching tightly.

With half of the buttons undone, a large portion of the man's muscular chest was exposed.

Xu Qingcheng couldn't continue untying her knots, so she suddenly stopped. "No, I... I'm pregnant. The doctor said I need to be careful at this time."

She stammered, bent her legs, and curled up, trying to escape from under him.

Unfortunately, he easily suppressed it.

He laughed, pressing his forehead against hers, his nose nuzzling hers affectionately. "What kind of drama was playing out in Mrs. Fu's head just now? It was just asking you to unbutton a button, what exactly were you imagining?"

He kept his voice very low. There were only the two of them in the entire villa, so even if he shouted loudly, no one else could hear him. But he only spoke to her, his voice drilling into her ear canal, creating a strong sense of tension.

The title "Mrs. Fu" seemed to be a reminder to her to fulfill her duties as a wife.

Xu Qingcheng's eyes welled up with tears. He had ulterior motives and malicious intentions, yet now he was turning around and accusing her of overthinking.

She was so embarrassed that her face and body were flushed. She felt ashamed and ashamed. She reached out and pushed him hard, but her wrist seemed to be under a spell, sore and weak, and she couldn't exert any strength.

He simply grabbed her hand and raised it above his head, his lips moving down her jawline to kiss her neck, feeling the tension in her body.

The outfit she wore today completely concealed all her outward charm, making her as pure as a water lily, shy and delicate.

Every frown and smile, every frown and anger, set his heart ablaze, burning him with a burning desire to tear her apart, as if ripping away all of a woman's purity, staining her flawless whiteness with vibrant colors.

This kind of ritual, which can only be performed by him, is a great stimulation for men.

Xu Qingcheng was speechless. This wasn't the first time she'd been with him; they'd been intimate many times before, and they were very familiar with each other.

But it never seemed like this before; her whole body felt like it had been injected with muscle relaxant, rendering her unable to move. Her heart felt numb and swollen, aching and sore, even her eyes stung, and she felt so ashamed she wanted to cry. She was being so melodramatic that she hated herself.

Her eyes were tinged with red at the corners, and her eye sockets were filled with tears, making her look pitiful.

"Fu Jingting." Her voice trembled as she called his name, her fingers pressing on his shoulder, "Don't be like this."

His voice was breathless, and his neck was held high.

He looked up at her, and the tears in her eyes shimmered and swayed, making the light seem to shatter. It was the first time he had ever seen such a sight on her.

Alluring charm and shy innocence coexist, blended together seamlessly, indistinguishable from one another, perfectly natural.

He stroked her cheek with his palm, sighing inwardly, from this day forward, she was his.

"What else?"

Xu Qingcheng bit her lip lightly, then turned her eyes away. "I don't want to. I want to rest."

That tone was filled with unspeakable grievance and timidity.

Fu Jingting suddenly laughed, a muffled laugh, tapping her eardrums, making her face turn red, and her heart flutter with embarrassment.

He said, "If you act even more pitiful, see if I'll let you go."