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

Fu Sichen struggled, but couldn't break free. He was held tightly in his arms, and Fu Sichen could only smell his breath.

Last night's absurdity was like an absurd drama. She knew he didn't want to touch her, but he only took her after trying everything and having no other choice.

This made Fu Sichen feel embarrassed and awkward. She presented all her embarrassing moments to him, feeling ashamed and wanton.

Fu Sichen felt wronged and sad, tears falling silently, her slender back trembling.

The woman in his arms was so petite and helpless, so heartbroken, that it tugged at his heartstrings.

Yu Shinan cupped her face in his hands, bent down, and gazed at her tear-filled face. He gently wiped away her tears with his fingers, his voice hoarse and helpless, "Don't cry. It's my fault."

She turned her face away, casting it at him, and bit her lip to stifle her sobs.

He sighed. He really couldn't bear to see her tears, especially since it was because of him that she cried. His heart pounded with pain.

She had feelings for Han Yi, but slept with him under those circumstances, so she probably wouldn't even want to see him now.

But he... couldn't help it.

I want her.

I can no longer tolerate maintaining our previous relationship and seeing her get hurt because of another man.

He didn't want to keep standing there watching her.

Yu Shinan gently pulled her face back with his hand. "Si Chen, come with me. I'll take responsibility."

The man's clumsy confession struck Fu Sichen's mind like a thunderbolt in a clear sky.

Her eyes widened in shock, her heart skipped a beat, and after a moment she burst into tears again, pounding her fist on his chest. "Who wants to be with you? Who wants you to take responsibility? You don't even like me!"

He let her vent her anger by hitting him, only holding her in his arms, keeping her within his reach.

Fu Sichen, having slapped him enough, buried her face in his arms and sobbed, "I don't want your pity."

Yu Shinan tightened his arms around her, gently patting her back to comfort her silently. Many words were swirling in his throat as he pondered how to say them.

If it were any other woman, he wouldn't find it so difficult to speak.

But she is Fu Sichen, the woman he cherishes in his heart and doesn't want her to suffer even the slightest grievance.

Especially given her current situation, during the duration of their marriage, whatever he does seems to put her in a very awkward and embarrassing position.

But what should and shouldn't have been done has already been done. Time can't be turned back, and no one can truly pretend that nothing happened last night.

"I don't dislike it. I like it very much." Yu Shinan gritted his teeth and said this simple sentence, his chest tightening.

He was most afraid that she would talk back to him, afraid that she would not accept him.

Fu Sichen was stunned. He had never expected him to say such a thing. His heart was racing and his mind was racing. He couldn't figure out if he truly liked her or if it was just because of their physical intimacy that he felt guilty and wanted to give her an explanation.

She buried her face in his chest and didn't react. Yu Shinan became more and more flustered as he spoke. He cupped her face in his hands, leaned down, and made himself able to see her expression.

"Si Chen. If you stay with me, I'll treat you well and spoil you for the rest of my life. I won't find another woman, I'll only spoil you. Whatever you want to eat, I'll cook it for you. Whatever you want, I'll give it to you."

The language was extremely simple, yet it was the most sincere promise he could think of to give her, without a trace of falsehood.

Even as he said these words, Yu Shinan despised himself. What men give to women are money, power, and dignity.

But Fu Sichen has all of these.

He could offer her very little; listening to his words, it really sounded like he was deceiving her, trying to win her favor and trust with these flowery words.

But that's what he really thought, and he was certain he could do it.

Fu Sichen's nose stung, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. She asked him in a muffled voice, "I've been married before, don't you care?"

"I don't care." The man wiped away his tears with his fingers, his voice lowering, "Han Yi is not good enough for you."

"Am I good enough for you?"

"Si Chen, don't underestimate yourself. You've always been the best. Just because Han Yi doesn't appreciate you doesn't mean you're not worthy."

His face was serious, without a trace of falsehood. Looking at him, she felt that she truly deserved everything.

But she didn't want everything; she only wanted him.

The woman gently raised her arm, her fingers pulling the man in his vest into his arms. "Last night, I was so ashamed."

A muffled, nasal sound, a buzzing or humming quality.

"Where is it shameful?"

Just thinking about it made all the heat in his body rush to one place, his throat itch, and a boundless wave was stirred deep within his body. He tightened his arms and let her bury her head in his sand like an ostrich for the time being.

At times like this, she couldn't express a thousand words, especially when it involved her and Han Yi.

He can be good to her, but all his kindness is contingent on her divorcing Han Yi.

But his affection was separated from another man, and before she was even divorced, his actions with her had already crossed the line.

It's normal for her to feel ashamed and embarrassed. At this time, it's not convenient for him to directly bring up her and Han Yi's relationship. He also doesn't know if she still has feelings for Han Yi.

Yu Shinan truly felt like a scumbag who had stolen someone else's wife and was having an affair with him; he found it utterly despicable and contemptible.

His face tightened. Regardless of the cause and effect, whatever the reason, what he shouldn't have done had already been done. Since that was the case, what was wrong with taking advantage of the situation?

The man touched his face with one hand. Yu Shinan probably never imagined that one day he would become a male mistress.

Fu Sichen was overwhelmed with shyness, her heart filled with a mixture of joy and bitterness. She wondered if his affection for her was just a lie he made because they had slept together.

But what to do? She didn't want to distinguish between truth and falsehood anymore.

She maliciously wanted to bind him with physical intimacy, even though she shamelessly begged him, he still did it with her, didn't he?

Yu Shinan hugged her, and even though he had many thoughts, he decided to go outside first.

"I'll go out and take a look. The rain was too heavy yesterday, which probably made the search and rescue difficult, but it's been two or three hours since the rain stopped, so it should be about time."

Yu Shinan looked down at her. "You still have a slight fever. Are you going to wait here?"

"No," Fu Sichen grabbed his arm. "I'll go with you."

Yu Shinan reached out to touch her forehead; she still had a slight fever.

She was wearing thin clothes, and the spring air was still unstable; a rain shower had already lowered the temperature considerably.

"It's cold outside. You're not dressed warmly enough."

But there were no clothes for her to wear here, only his shirt and coat.

The coat was already dirty. Fu Sichen watched as he tossed the coat aside, then turned her eyes away and lightly bit her lip.

Yu Shinan handed her the half-dry, damp shirt and asked her to put it on. He bent down and tied the hem of the shirt, then rolled up the sleeves to her wrists.

Fu Sichen let him do these things. He was such a big man, yet his fingers were clumsy. But she loved it when he bent down to do these things for her, and her heart swelled with joy.

"alright."

"Let's go." He let go of her hand and told her to leave.

Fu Sichen glanced at him, her beautiful eyes blinking. "My legs hurt."

"Your leg hurts?" Yu Shinan was taken aback. Her leg wasn't injured. "Where does it hurt?"

Subconsciously wanting to check her legs, Fu Sichen suddenly took a step back to avoid her as his fingers touched the hem of her skirt.

Yu Shinan looked up and saw her blushing and embarrassed expression. Suddenly, he understood.

Suddenly, silence fell, and even the movement of the air seemed to slow down briefly.

He was very careful, but she...

Yu Shinan knelt down in front of her.

Without needing any further words, Fu Sichen quickly went up to her, wrapped her arms around her neck, and easily lifted her up on his back.

Fu Sichen rubbed his face against his neck, his lips almost touching his ear, "Brother Nan."