In the darkness, Song Jingyu vaguely felt the door being opened.

Before his mind could react, his whole body jumped up from the sofa. The man at the door was just a little stunned, not too surprised.

"Why don't you turn on the light?"

"Fell asleep."

Her mind was not very clear yet, probably because of the alcohol in her stomach, and she could only subconsciously respond to his words.

Zhou Fursheng conveniently changed the warm light and walked in. His eyes turned around the room and finally landed on the empty wine bottles that had not been put away in front of the table. His tone was cold: "How much more did you drink?"

Song Jingyu took the initiative to hook his arm, stretched out a green-white finger and waved it in front of him, and asked with a smile: "Are you caring about me?"

Zhou Fursheng calmly broke away from her hand and looked at her condescendingly, "It's time for me to go."

"It's so late..." Song Jingyu subconsciously tightened his arm, her tone ambiguous.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Song Jingyu pulled him into the sofa, straddled his legs, and tightly wrapped her hands around his neck, but Zhou Fursheng just remained silent and looked at her with cold eyes.

"Even if you are really a piece of wood, you can't understand what I mean at all."

She coquettishly moved her face towards him and met his gaze. In his beautiful dark pupils, Song Jingyu saw her own reflection.

Zhou Fusheng looked at her with a reserved look. Under the dim light, his eyes seemed to have a warm light, but this man was actually cold.

After a long silence, he spoke, his tone so cold that it seemed to freeze: "You want me?"

"What do you think?" Song Jingyu suddenly came closer, closing the distance between the two, lowering her body and biting his lips, "Is it because I wasn't obvious enough?"

Zhou Fursheng didn't answer, his eyes became darker. When her fingers moved down and fumbled for the buttons of his shirt, he grabbed her restless hand.

For a moment, she felt the mutual breath was hot and scalding.

She smiled, put her hands on his shoulders, and kissed him gently, like a test, which successfully aroused Zhou Fursheng's interest.

He raised his eyebrows lightly, held the back of her neck with one hand and deepened the kiss.

The strong smell of alcohol mixed with the woody fragrance on his body exuded a warm and ambiguous atmosphere in the cramped space.

For a long time, Song Jingyu was kissed until her whole body went limp, and she collapsed in Zhou Fursheng's arms.

"What's wrong?"

Zhou Fusheng pinched her waist lightly and looked at her with raised eyebrows, as if he was teasing her for giving in to lust but not having enough courage.

She closed her eyes and tried her best to erase the memories that should not appear in her mind.

After a moment, she hooked her arms around his neck again, raised her slightly blurred eyes, and said with a smile: "What else can I do? Of course I want you to...continue."

Zhou Fursheng raised his fingers and gently wiped off the lipstick on her lips. This followed her wishes, and his lazy voice immediately sounded in her ears: "Okay, continue."

The words in a flat tone caused Song Jingyu's body to tremble. She suddenly recalled the phone call a few days ago. If Zhou Yu's little lover hadn't come to the door on his own initiative, I'm afraid she wouldn't have discovered it until now, let alone the relationship before her.

This man has turned everything upside down.

Don't even know his name.

Song Jingyu gave a wry smile. After it was over, Zhou Furansheng went to take a shower, while she sat by the bed and lit a cigarette.

There was a ringing sound in her ears. She glanced around and saw the dazzling name on the screen of her mobile phone. She laughed lightly and slowly finished her cigarette before remembering to press the answer button.
Chapter completed!