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

Fu Sichen nodded, obediently closing her eyes, but she was restless, pressing herself tightly against his chest, and even though he held her tightly, she still felt it wasn't enough.

The man pressed her face against his shoulder, his hands resting on her body.

He said he would help her.

The man's temples were bulging with veins, his Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably, and a thin layer of sweat covered his skin, sizzling and burning his reason.

No matter what, she was a married woman. Before she separated from Han Yi, whatever the circumstances, his relationship with her would be a fatal blow to her.

He just wanted her to get there quickly, without actually wanting her.

Even so... this is still beyond the scope of the curriculum.

Yu Shinan felt like he was about to explode; his breathing was heavy, and even his strongest self-control crumbled.

Hot kisses landed on her face and body. He called her name in a hoarse voice. All reason collapsed and there was no way to recover.

……

The rain was pouring down, showing no signs of stopping.

Yu Shinan stood by the door, the wind carrying raindrops onto him. The man was shirtless, his muscles taut and showing no signs of relaxation.

The sky remained overcast, gradually darkening as time passed.

He stood there for a while and then closed the door, afraid that the wind would blow in and hurt her.

But the heat in her body didn't go down, and as soon as the door closed, the woman's breathing as she lay asleep penetrated her very bones.

He glanced to the side, wrung out his vest, and walked to the bedside.

There was only a mattress on the bed. He took out a sheet from the closet and put it on top. The sheet was old and worn, and he didn't know who had used it. He didn't dare to put her directly on it, so he put his coat on top and then covered her with his shirt.

Fu Sichen was curled up on top, looking pitiful. His calves and feet were not covered and were exposed. There were handprints on his ankles, marks left by him pinching.

Yu Shinan pursed his lips, wrung out his vest, walked over, and took her foot in his hand; it was very cold.

He held her feet firmly in his palms to keep them warm, and then sat down on the edge of the bed.

"The rooster crows at dawn."

He called her name, and the woman made a soft groan, it was unclear whether she heard him or not.

His hand moved up her calf, lifting his shirt and using his vest to wipe her down, his movements careful and gentle, as if he were polishing a treasured jewel.

After wiping for a few moments, her body began to writhe, like water meandering through the mud outside, accompanied by sporadic humming, disrupting the space that had finally quieted down.

Yu Shinan felt a tingling sensation on his back and quickened his pace, managing to clean her up.

He covered her with his shirt, wrapped her up, got up and went out, silently washing the vest in his hands in the rain.

The sky darkened, swallowing up the daylight. He turned back, spread out his vest to hang it up to dry, and washed her dress and hung it up to dry as well.

He had a lighter on him, and after searching for a long time, he only found a small handful of dry firewood in a corner. However, it was soaked in water and difficult to burn. He picked and chose, and managed to light it with difficulty.

Holding her small clothes close to the fire to dry, the man squatted shirtless by the fire, the firelight reflecting off his face, making it impossible to discern his emotions in the dim light.

The fire went out after it was half-dried up.

He hung the clothes up to dry, then went to get the porcelain jar, rinsed it clean in the rainwater, filled a cup with water, and brought it in.

He placed the cup by the bedside, dipped his fingers in the water to moisten her lips, and watched her lick them lightly with her little tongue. He pressed his palm against her forehead to check her temperature; she really did have a fever.

Ignoring whether the water was clean or not, fearing she would become dehydrated, he half-lifted her up and said, "Sichen, drink some water."

She shook her head, no.

"Be good, listen to me." He pulled her into his arms, brought the cup to her lips, wanting her to drink it, but instead of drinking much, he spilled most of it over her, making her shiver from the cold.

Yu Shinan's brow furrowed slightly. He then simply held the liquid in his mouth and fed it to her, spoonful by spoonful.

She was burning hot and confused.

He pulled her into his arms, becoming her human mattress, using his body to support her and prevent her from catching a chill due to her fever.

It was completely dark, and there had been no news for most of the day. I wonder if Yu Qian had received any news.

However, the heavy rain prevented heavy search and rescue equipment from getting in, making the search and rescue operation very difficult.

The room was dark and quiet, with only the sound of their breathing and the sound of rain outside.

You could tell the rain had lessened considerably.

Yu Shinan was wide awake. The room was dark, and there was no moonlight at all.

He held the woman in his arms, gently closed his eyes to rest, and after some time, the woman in his arms began to get restless again.

It was that peculiar groan, a sound that seemed both painful and pleasurable, blooming decadently in the dark of night, seeping into the very bones of a person, making even the hardest bones melt.

Yu Shinan's temples throbbed violently, throbbing painfully, as if summer had arrived early, with a sweltering heat sweeping across his entire chest and abdomen.

In the pitch-black night, without a single ray of light, the creaking of the bed and the moans of a man and a woman pierced through the misty rain and then vanished into the world.

……

When Fu Sichen woke up, it was already dawn. She sat up, her head throbbing like it was being pricked with needles, and leaned weakly against the wall.

His shirt was draped over her body. Fu Sichen pulled at himself with his fingers. She lowered her head. Although she might not remember all the details, she knew exactly what had happened.

The door was pushed open, and the smell of earth and plants after the rain, along with the coolness, came in. She subconsciously curled up her body even tighter, burying her face in it, wishing her shirt was bigger so it could wrap her up completely.

Yu Shinan glanced in that direction, then walked over and stood by the bedside to look at her. "Awake?"

Fu Sichen didn't move or make a sound. His gaze fell on his lean body. He wore a dark vest that clung to his body, clearly outlining the muscle texture and revealing distinct tendons.

She quickly looked away, not daring to look.

Knowing that she would probably find it hard to accept, Yu Shinan's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, but he suppressed the words he wanted to say.

He went to get her clothes and placed them by the bedside, speaking as gently as possible, "They're dry. Put on some clothes, don't catch a cold. You still have a slight fever."

Although she didn't respond, she glanced up at him. Yu Shinan turned around and said, "I'll go out first."

The door closed again after he stepped out, not completely shut, and through the crack he could see him standing with his back to the door.

Fu Sichen clutched the clothes in her hands, a look of embarrassment washing over her, and put them on one by one.

Yu Shinan stood outside for a while, calculating that it was about time, before turning around and pushing the door open to come in.

Seeing her standing there obediently like a child who had made a mistake, Yu Shinan walked over and reached out to touch her, but she dodged to the side.

Yu Shinan paused for a moment, then suddenly reached out and pulled the person into his arms. "Si Chen, don't hide from me."