Chapter 105: Don't Touch

Fu Wenzhou frowned slightly. “What happened outside?”

Song Qingyou paused her movements pouring water, her tone lacking emotion. “When I went upstairs, I saw Li Ruo in Song Chen’s room, and then many doctors came in. It seems Song Chen has met with an accident.”

Fu Wenzhou raised an eyebrow. “He hasn’t died yet?”

Song Qingyou handed him the water, smiling lightly. “He can’t die.”

Fu Wenzhou gave a cold hum. “You, come here.”

Song Qingyou looked at him in confusion.

Fu Wenzhou said, “I want to hug you.”

Song Qingyou pursed her lips, walking over slowly. Before she could steady herself, Fu Wenzhou pulled her into his arms.

She quickly tried to push up. “Fu Wenzhou, you still have injuries!”

Fu Wenzhou hooked his lips into a wicked smile. “When I was fighting underground black boxing, the injuries I received were far more serious than this. Rest assured, I’m fine.”

Song Qingyou was held tightly by him, afraid of touching his wounds, she didn’t dare to struggle, glaring at him angrily. “Your leg nearly got ruined, you know?”

Fu Wenzhou stared into Song Qingyou’s eyes, his palm gently caressing the layer of white gauze wrapped around her neck, his heart nearly breaking with pain.

God knows how terrified he was when he saw Song Qingyou tied up, the knife tip pressing against her throat, any slight movement and the carotid artery would be severed.

Now, recalling that, Fu Wenzhou still trembled with fear. Not to mention stabbing himself with two knives, even if Song Chen had asked him to die at that moment, he would have done it without hesitation.

He couldn’t bear for his You You to suffer even the slightest harm.

“It won’t ruin it. I know my limits.” Fu Wenzhou said in a low voice.

Between them, they could only hear each other’s breathing.

Song Qingyou’s ears felt a bit hot. Thinking of the injury on Fu Wenzhou’s leg, she still had lingering fear.

Fu Wenzhou kissed her earlobe and whispered, “You, during this period, I’ll have people following you. Don’t be unhappy.”

Song Qingyou nodded.

Even if Fu Wenzhou didn’t arrange bodyguards, she would have Song Chang send a few people over.

Song Chen had just returned from Binhai, how could he know her itinerary? Who told him?

Song Qingyou suspected she was being tracked. Fu Wenzhou probably guessed it too, which was why he suggested having people follow her.

Seeing her agree, the hanging heart in Fu Wenzhou’s chest relaxed slightly. The warm and fragrant jade in his arms, he wasn’t a virtuous man like Li Xiaohui who could remain unmoved.

After holding for a while, the man’s palm started to become restless.

Song Qingyou patted him. “Don’t fool around.”

Fu Wenzhou buried his head in her neck, rubbing at her collarbone, his breathing heavy. “You, I want...”

Song Qingyou: “…”

She was speechless for a moment, then instinctively lowered her head, seeing a bulging mass in the man’s pants. Her face flushed red, whether from embarrassment or anger.

“You…”

Song Qingyou was shocked, with a hint of incredulity. You for a long time, didn’t understand why.

This person still had injuries, how could he still…

Could it be that his brain was filled with only these yellow wastes all day long?

Fu Wenzhou lowered his head, looking quite annoyed. “You, don’t rub it.”

Song Qingyou was greatly shocked.

What was inverting black and white? This was inverting black and white.

Heaven knows, she hadn’t moved at all!

Fu Wenzhou’s fingertips hooked behind her ear, slowly moving to her lips. Whether intentional or not, the knuckles grazed her slightly red nose tip, the sensation soft. His eye corners tinged with red, the depths of his eyes dark and deep, his voice low and hoarse. “You, actually, the leg injury can also be fine.”

Fu Wenzhou turned his head closer, his cool nose rubbing intimately against hers.

Song Qingyou’s nostrils were filled with his faint cold fragrance. Her whole body heated up, her mind gradually dazed, inexplicably dry in throat and mouth. She couldn’t help licking her lips. “No… can’t.”

“It can, You.” Fu Wenzhou’s urgent breaths hit Song Qingyou’s nape, sending shivers.

Song Qingyou’s fingertips went numb, only the moments when touching skin could relieve it. The moment he truly grabbed and held her, Song Qingyou felt the touch beneath his hands scorching hot.

Outside, the sky gradually darkened. After who knows how long, Song Qingyou finally heard the man let out a low hum.

Only then did her hands feel free.

Her mind cleared. This was the first time she did this to him in a clear state, she felt somewhat embarrassed.

Seeing him finish, Song Qingyou let out a sigh of relief. Ignoring the stickiness on her palm, she quickly took out tissues to clean him up, then went to wash her hands. After doing all that, her ears were flushed red.

From behind came Fu Wenzhou’s satisfied low laugh. Song Qingyou was furious.

A head popped out from the bathroom, glaring at him unhappily. “In the future, don’t mess with my hands!”

Fu Wenzhou’s mind turned a thousand times. He wanted not only to mess with her hands, but also her mouth.

“Damn!”

Just thinking about it like that, little Fu Wenzhou almost couldn’t bear it.

He gritted his teeth and murmured unwillingly, “Seductive little vixen.”

Song Qingyou washed for a long time before coming out.

Fu Wenzhou hummed discontentedly. “You despise me.”

Song Qingyou was truly annoyed. “Shut up!”

That night, Song Qingyou stayed to take care of Fu Wenzhou, setting her phone to silent mode.

That night, Fu Wenzhou was quite obedient, didn’t cause any trouble.

Song Qingyou didn’t sleep soundly, always worried that Fu Wenzhou might turn over at night and hurt his leg. So every hour or two, she would wake up to check on him. When the sky was about to brighten, she got up to wash and brush her teeth, her movements very light.

Outside, the sky had just begun to brighten with morning mist, the temperature very low. Song Qingyou tightly wrapped in her clothes, took a taxi to Changan Street to buy soup dumplings.

She remembered that Fu Wenzhou seemed to quite like the small steamed buns from this shop.

When Song Qingyou arrived, the shop had just opened. The boss hadn’t seen such a beautiful woman before, staring at her face in a daze for a while before speaking, “Little girl, it’s so early. Only half past five.”

Song Qingyou’s ears hurt from the wind, she pulled her hat brim down. “If I come late and go back, my boyfriend will get hungry.”

“Their relationship is really good.” The boss smiled and said, “Alright, probably about ten minutes.”

Song Qingyou nodded.

When returning to the hospital, it was just seven o’clock.

Fu Wenzhou had just woken up. Seeing her come in from outside, his eyes showed some confusion. “When did you go out?”

How did he not notice?

Song Qingyou carried the food box in. “Uncle Chang bought breakfast, had me come get it.”

She put the food box down, then went to the bathroom to take out a basin and toothbrush cup.

Fu Wenzhou touched his nose. “You, let others do these things.”

Song Qingyou’s tone was flat. “I don’t like it.”

Don’t like it? Don’t like others doing these intimate things for him?

Fu Wenzhou immediately happily took the cup.

Song Qingyou just stood there holding the basin, allowing Fu Wenzhou to brush his teeth and wash his face.

The phone rang at an inopportune time. Song Qingyou glanced at it without answering. After Fu Wenzhou finished washing his face, she said, “Eat the breakfast. I’ll go take a call.”

Fu Wenzhou was unwilling, wanting to eat together. Song Qingyou had to repeatedly assure him that she had already eaten, only then would he let her go.

The hospital room door closed, Song Qingyou’s expression suddenly turned cold. The call connected.

Then Song Yuan’s furious scolding sounded.

“Song Qingyou! You get down here for me!”