Chapter 111: The End

The next morning, as Song Qingyou slept, she felt a burning warmth trailing down her back, accompanied by hot, heavy breaths against her skin. Her legs moved slightly, as if wanting to push away yet reluctant to let go. Gradually, her breathing grew heavier.

A soft moan escaped from her lips, her whole body feeling as if it were aflame—tender and scorching at once. She both longed to flee the fire and to surrender helplessly within it. Her delicate toes curled, her breath grew moist, and her body trembled; suddenly, Song Qingyou snapped awake.

Her beautiful eyes were glazed with moisture, unfocused, still drifting in the haze of awakening confusion. She thought she had dreamed a passionate dream, yet her body’s reaction remained vivid, intensifying as if finally fully aware. She propped herself up and lowered her gaze.

From this angle, she could only see the man’s tousled hair. Seemingly aware she had woken, he slowly lifted his head. Song Qingyou saw his strong jawline, sharp facial contours, the long neck beneath, pale skin revealing faint blue veins, and then his collarbone.

“Yoyo, does it feel good?” the man asked, his handsome brows arching mischievously, lips curling into a roguish smile—wild and wicked.

At that moment, Fu Wenzhou’s aura was unlike his usual calm demeanor; he was like a fierce beast lurking in the dark, ravenously tearing into and claiming his prey. His gaze grew increasingly intense, his black eyes shimmering with starlight, carrying a boundless depth of love—intricate and elusive.

Like a predator born to hunt, yet able to suppress his nature for his mate.

At the peak, Song Qingyou momentarily lost herself; her mind went blank, a white light flashed, and the world fell silent. She heard nothing, only feeling the lingering afterglow of climax resonating within her, stirring the last shreds of her reason.

Fu Wenzhou lifted his head, lips glistening with moisture and sticky traces. Song Qingyou was fully awake now. Realizing what had just happened, her cheeks flushed fiercely. She quickly turned her face away, closed her eyes, and pretended nothing had occurred.

A hoarse low laugh sounded beside her ear, making her blush even deeper. Silently, she reached for a tissue on the nearby table. “Wipe it... clean. It’s dirty.”

Fu Wenzhou frowned slightly, disagreeing. “What’s dirty? Yours is not dirty at all.”

Song Qingyou was speechless. Who wakes up so aroused and talks like this at dawn? How embarrassing! She inwardly wished for destruction.

Fu Wenzhou did not respond. Her hand froze mid-air, and finally losing patience, he commanded, “Go brush your teeth! Or don’t even think about kissing me today.”

“...Okay.” Only then did he climb out of bed, limping with his cane toward the bathroom.

Hearing the door close, Song Qingyou quickly pulled the blanket over her head and silently cleaned up the remnants with the tissue.

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By the time Fu Wenzhou finished washing up, Song Qingyou had already gone to the guest room’s bathroom. He followed her with a displeased expression and wrapped his arms aroundI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.