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

Upon hearing his question, Fu Sichen's face turned bright red.

The heartache she suffered that night could never be erased; it pierced her heart like a thorn.

Even a slight touch hurts terribly.

The madness and chaos imprinted deep in her memory were too painful for her to recall; they were taboo and could only be buried deep within her heart.

The taboo that should not be mentioned or spoken of was brought up so naturally by him, and suddenly the scene of his intense entanglement with her appeared in his mind.

I blush uncontrollably.

She didn't need to say anything; her expression alone betrayed her.

Yu Shinan frowned. The little girl has grown up and will have a man.

Holding her and comforting her with kisses, that works...

Yu Shinan felt a burning pain in his chest. The strong liquor burned every blood vessel and vein it passed through as it went down his throat, all the way to his stomach.

His eyes darkened, and he tightened his grip on her neck slightly. The faint, almost invisible tooth mark felt hot to the touch.

He had an urge to erase her image.

"Your face is so red?" the man asked, his voice carrying a hint of amusement, a mocking tone. "Asleep?"

He completely ignored the fact that he actually had no right to care about such things.

Private matter.

He wasn't her best friend.

Don't you feel awkward asking such a question?

But he considered himself her brother and felt that asking this question showed his concern.

The question is perfectly reasonable.

But how much jealousy was hidden in that sarcastic "I'm asleep" is something that even the person involved probably didn't realize.

Fu Sichen felt a surge of annoyance. "To what extent? Just like you! Whatever your level, that's what I'll be."

His tone was very harsh.

"Same as me?"

"Yes. You already have a child with Lin Yuanqing, so I can't sleep with my boyfriend?" Fu Sichen was so angry he wanted to cry, and his voice was loud. The way he said those words and his tone made it sound like he was mocking her.

Fu Sichen, unable to hold back her frustration and resentment any longer, reached out and shoved him away.

She did push him with force, but he's such a big guy, how could she possibly knock him over?

But Yu Shinan was pushed so hard that he couldn't stand up. Perhaps he didn't expect her sudden anger, or perhaps it was the effect of alcohol. He fell backward.

The man was still holding her neck. He fell down on his own, and Fu Sichen was also pulled down by him.

He slammed his arm on the table, and Yu Shinan cursed in pain. Just as he managed to steady himself, Fu Sichen bumped into him.

Losing his balance, Fu Sichen braced himself, pressing his palm against his waist and abdomen to support his entire body weight.

below.

Yu Shinan: ...Damn it!

His scalp twitched from the pain, and he lost the strength to support himself on the counter, making direct contact with the floor. His arm swept across the cups on it, clattering...

He instinctively shielded her, pressing her head against his chest.

A large water glass rolled down; water glasses, all different sizes...

Water spilled on him and her; the cup hit his arm, fell to the ground, and shattered.

Fu Sichen pressed down on him, using him as a solid cushion.

Yu Shinan wrapped his arms around her, turned to the side to shield her, and made sure that all the falling objects fell on him so as not to hit her.

After a series of chaotic noises, it stopped.

Fu Sichen was held tightly by him, her face pressed against his chest. The man's strong heartbeat entered her ears, and the smell of alcohol on him was so strong that she felt as if she were about to get drunk in this fermenting alcohol.

His body was hot and hard, and she pressed against him like a scorching hot ground at forty degrees Celsius. She was like an egg that had been dropped on the ground, easily roasted.

Fu Sichen remembered, but he held on tightly.

She felt uncomfortable in that position and tried to get up, but he hissed and reminded her, "Take your hand away."

Only after hearing his words did Fu Sichen realize that his head was buzzing, as if he was about to have a stroke.

She stiffly and quickly pulled her hand away, her face burning, her high fever persisting.

Yu Shinan didn't embarrass her. It was embarrassing, but also painful, and she had other indescribable feelings.

He braced himself on the ground beside him with his arms and sat up, and Fu Sichen was also lifted up by him.

She sat on his lap, kneeling on the ground, her fair thighs hidden under the green skirt, but now, they could no longer be hidden and a section of them was exposed.

It looks like a lotus root.

Most of the water that spilled landed on her back, leaving it wet, and also on her hair, dripping down her neck and soaking her T-shirt.

One of the straps of the pinafore dress had come loose and was hanging on her arm. Her white T-shirt was slightly damp, and the outline of her light-colored bra was faintly visible underneath.

The blush on her face wouldn't fade, and her neck, covered in water stains, reflected her dark, bright eyes, making her look like a lotus spirit emerging from the water—fresh, clean, and tempting to be picked.

No one is blind; it's perfectly normal for her to be pursued by men.

Yu Shinan touched her ear and neck with his palm; it was wet.

And skin so tender it seemed to melt in his hands.

She flinched, trying to dodge.

He withdrew his hand first, saying, "Are you that angry? I was just asking because I was worried you'd get hurt. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

His voice was softer and slower than usual because of the alcohol, like a gentle breeze blowing in his ear.

Fu Sichen suddenly couldn't hold back anymore, tears rolled down her cheeks, and she felt extremely wronged.

The little boy, who was always sunny and cheerful, suddenly burst into tears in front of him, leaving Yu Shinan somewhat at a loss.

"Why are you crying?" He frowned, reaching out to wipe away her tears, his rough fingers landing on her delicate, tofu-like face.

Not only did it not stop her tears, it made her cry even harder.

Her crying made Yu Shinan feel the alcohol intensify, and his head throbbed even more.

"Did you suffer a grievance?" he asked.

Then she asked, "Did he bully you?"

"What do you do? How did you meet? Is he reliable?"

He asked several questions in a row.

She didn't answer, covered her eyes with her hands, and cried bitterly.

Yu Shinan had no choice but to pull her into his arms and pat her back.

The girl's petite body nestled in his embrace, feeling completely full.

She was crying so much that he just wanted to hug her and comfort her.

But when I actually held it in my arms, I realized...

That's too close, it shouldn't be like that.

With their bodies pressed together, the differences in curves between the man and the woman were so clear that they could be drawn out stroke by stroke in one's mind.

Yu Shinan's temples tightened, and he placed his palm on her shoulder to push her away, but Fu Sichen reached out and hugged him tightly.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, holding him tightly to prevent him from pushing her away.

She knew she was wrong, that she shouldn't be like this, that the two of them should keep their distance. No matter how much she liked him, he already had someone he was going to marry.

But she couldn't resist, and shamelessly wanted to hug him one more time, just once.

"You're not a child anymore, why are you crying like a little kid? Is it really necessary?" he said in a hoarse voice.

She nestled against him, her wet clothes clinging to his body. Yu Shinan had the illusion that his own clothes were also soaked, pressed tightly against his skin as if there were no barrier, softly pressing against his hard chest.

"Younger than you," she retorted, her nose twitching.

"You like him that much? So much that you cried for him?"

"Yes. I like it very much."

Fu Sichen admitted that she really liked it.

Unfortunately, before I could tell him, I realized I would never have the chance to speak again.

Brother Nan liked Lin Yuanqing so much that he was willing to marry her and have children with her, thus severing all of her desires.

Yu Shinan's gaze fell on her head, and he gently patted her head to comfort her.

A tiny wound ran through his heart, bleeding. His expression was calm, but he smiled. "If you like it, then treat it well."