roccoschili Chapter 112 It's Because You're Good-Looking
Chapter 112 It's Because You're Good-Looking
An Xiaoyue was so focused on taking photos that she had no idea what Fu Shengyang was thinking.
After taking a few photos on the sofa, Fu Shengyang had her stand in front of the calligraphy written by An Jiaren for a group photo.
With her slender and petite figure, she held her abdomen in her hands, tilted her head slightly towards the direction of the words, and looked at the camera with her watery eyes.
In the dim light, her pair of snow-white, shapely long legs swayed, making Fu Shengyang's heart flutter.
He told Xiaoyue, "That's about it."
An Xiaoyue excitedly came over to see the photos in his camera.
She was already fair-skinned, and wearing beige clothes, in the living room light, her body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, radiating a soft halo. Her fair and clean face made her pink lips appear delicate and moist.
"You have a great sense of atmosphere when you take photos," An Xiaoyue said enviously.
Fu Shengyang is such a smart and outstanding person that he can easily pick up anything and do it very well.
"It's because you're good-looking."
His hot breath sprayed onto the nape of her neck. Fu Shengyang was so close that she could even feel his unique masculine scent.
Fu Shengyang seemed oblivious and continued showing her the photos on his camera.
An Xiaoyue's face grew hotter and hotter, as if her whole body was on fire.
She slightly increased the distance between them, but Fu Shengyang followed suit.
After looking at more than a dozen photos, she was so hot that she raised her hand to fan her face in an attempt to cool it down.
"Is it hot?" Fu Shengyang's low, husky voice rang out.
The originally quiet space was made more ambiguous by his slightly hoarse voice.
Both of them were well aware of their current situation.
If they continue to stay together, things will get out of control.
"I'm going upstairs to wash up first." An Xiaoyue's face was fair with a rosy glow, like a ripe peach, exuding an alluring fragrance that made one want to kiss her and taste her sweetness.
With the atmosphere already so conducive, how could Fu Shengyang let such a good opportunity slip by?
With a swift movement of his long arm, he pulled the person into his embrace.
"Be gentle, you'll crush Luck." She placed her hands between the two of them, her brows slightly furrowed.
"know."
Fu Shengyang's voice was low and hoarse, and his dark eyes flickered with the sparks of desire.
He agreed verbally, and his movements did indeed soften somewhat.
His kiss was incredibly passionate, and within moments, An Xiaoyue lost all her strength. She clung to Fu Shengyang's shoulders for support.
A chill ran through her body, and An Xiaoyue became more alert.
Her long fingers, unable to resist, ran through his hair, and she reminded him in a sweet voice as he lay prone against her chest, "The curtains aren't drawn."
Fu Shengyang looked up, his deep, ocean-like eyes staring at her. The redness at the corners of his eyes startled An Xiaoyue, making her want to hide.
"I'll turn it off right away."
He turned his head and groped on the coffee table, found the remote control, and pressed it. The curtains in the entire living room were drawn, shutting out the room from any romantic atmosphere.
Afterwards, An Xiaoyue was carried upstairs by Fu Shengyang in a daze.
She was exhausted from Fu Shengyang's antics and slept soundly through the night.
An Xiaoyue was awakened by the cool touch on her thigh.
She was holding a pregnancy pillow, lying on her side on the bed. As she slowly turned to the side, she saw Fu Shengyang's head.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice hoarse and dry.
Fu Shengyang was lying on the edge of the bed, holding the medicine in one hand and carefully and gently applying it to her reddened thigh with the other.
When she asked him that, he raised a satisfied, handsome face.
Fu Shengyang looked refreshed. "Your skin is too delicate; it's a little red. Applying the medicine will help it heal quickly, and you won't feel any pain from the friction of your clothes."
He shouldn't have mentioned it, because once he did, all the scenes from last night flooded back into my mind.
An Xiaoyue pretended to get up, "I can do it myself."
Fu Shengyang raised an eyebrow slightly. "Can you handle this position?"
Okay, she's pregnant, so it's inconvenient for her.
She resignedly lay back on the pillow, letting the cool, refreshing medicine spread across her inner thighs.
Her two legs were perfectly fine...
An Xiaoyue angrily clutched the corner of the pillow.
Fu Shengyang is such a wicked man; he even went after her legs.
Fu Shengyang knew that his actions last night were a bit excessive, but given how long and white her legs were, how could he possibly control himself?
Seeing that she didn't speak, he continued to dig out the medicine and applied a thick layer to the reddened area.
Anyway, he got the benefits, and he would put up with Xiaoyue's attitude.
After tidying up, An Xiaoyue felt hungry and went downstairs to find something to eat.
She stopped as soon as she reached the bottom of the stairs.
There still seemed to be a fishy, salty smell in the air.
She hurriedly turned around and went upstairs to look for incense sticks.
Fu Shengyang came out of the kitchen carrying the sandwiches and milk he had made, and saw Xiaoyue standing in front of the bookshelf waving her hand, trying to make the wisps of smoke that were rising spread faster.
Xiaoyue, who is usually very careful about fire safety, is behaving a bit strangely.
"Why are you lighting incense?" Fu Shengyang asked.
Upon hearing this, An Xiaoyue pouted and gave him a reproachful look with her charming eyes.
Fu Shengyang understood.
He sniffed carefully and said confidently, "Don't worry, I've cleaned it all up, there's no smell."
An Xiaoyue glanced at him, her eyes darting around, and decided to ignore him.
Fu Shengyang broke his promise last night; his claim of it being the last time was a lie.
Her hands, her legs...
An Xiaoyue was angry; Fu Shengyang's words were not credible.
Because of her special physical condition, she ate something to tide her over at the Waterside Pavilion.
The first meal of the New Year, glutinous rice balls, symbolizes reunion and harmony, and it's best to eat them together as a family.
So at mealtimes, she went with Fu Shengyang to Songtao Garden to eat tangyuan (sweet rice balls) with Grandpa Fu.
However, An Jiaren did not come.
Knowing that the young mistress was worried, Cui Ma took the initiative to tell her what she had seen.
“When I went there in the morning, Mrs. An was still in bed. She was fine, but her eyes were very red and swollen. I prepared an Americano for her, along with strawberry pancakes made by the young master. Perhaps she was feeling bitter, because she used up most of a bottle of honey.”
Upon hearing this, An Xiaoyue felt a pang of sadness mixed with amusement.
When did my mother have such a contradictory and rich inner world?
In her memory, her mother was efficient and never felt bitter or craved sweets.
It must be because her uncle held a very special place in her heart that he could so easily stir her emotions.
However, her mother's eyes were red and swollen from crying. While she felt sorry for her, she also understood that her mother had made up her mind.
Upon hearing this, Fu Jinyun sighed softly and instructed Cui Ma, "Let her have some peace and quiet for a couple of days. Xiao Gao is on vacation, so please take good care of her."
"I know, sir."
That's just how things are in the world; everyone has things to do and things to uphold.
Compromise is love, and letting go is also love. No one can say for sure; only the parties involved can truly understand it.
An Xiaoyue was also waiting, waiting for her mother to be in a better mood before going to see her.
For two days in a row, An Xiaoyue had a big smile on her face when she faced Grandpa Fu.
When I returned to the waterside pavilion, I felt completely listless.
Fu Shengyang suggested they do things together, but she found it tiring and didn't want to move.
Fu Shengyang suggested taking her outside for a walk, but she refused.
Fu Shengyang had no choice but to stay by her side in silence.
Fortunately, on the morning of the third day of the Lunar New Year, An Jiaren finally appeared at the dining table.
An Xiaoyue wondered to herself, "It's been more than two days. I wonder what my mother's thoughts are?"
Is she willing to stay in Beijing and reunite with the Leng family, or return to Jincheng to live a solitary life?