"What are you doing? Ah!" Lin Fu watched Fu Xing kick the door open with a foot and was instantly horrified, trying to struggle out of Fu Xing’s arms but was utterly weak, finding herself pinned against the door by him.
With the cold door behind her and the imposing figure of the man before her, his firm chest pressing against her, there was no longer any space between them.
They were intimately close.
Lin Fu nervously looked at him, "What do you want?" Was this guy serious?
"Hmm?" Fu Xing raised an eyebrow, his slender fingers gently caressing Lin Fu’s delicate skin, his lips curved into a teasing, shallow smile, "Didn’t we agree that when I returned we would sleep together? I remember it was you who suggested it."
Lin Fu was speechless, a bit flustered.
"I was just saying it." Help! She couldn’t even remember what she had said.
Besides, nine out of ten things she said to Fu Xing were lies.
"That won’t do." A sin of thin anger colored Fu Xing’s eyes; he grabbed Lin Fu’s flailing hands, lifted them above her head, and pinned them against the door, leaving her no space to struggle. She was like an unfolding rose, exuding a fresh and sweet allure, beckoning to Fu Xing.
"Do you know? I took every word I ever said to you since our first meeting seriously and always did what I said." A dashing smile suddenly formed on the man’s breathtakingly handsome face.
"How can you just say things for the sake of it? I never lie; you little liar, how dare you deceive me?"
"No, I don’t lie either," Lin Fu flatly denied, she’d be foolish to admit that she’d been deceiving him.
"Haha!" Fu Xing chuckled, sounding so charming, "Have I ever told you that Fu Family men never divorce, they only become widowers?"
That last ’only become widowers’ carried an extra hint of violence which made Lin Fu’s heart tremble; yet, he still said it with a smile, his expression so gentle it felt surreal.
"No... it wouldn’t go that far, right?" Mom, Fu Xing turned out to be a hidden obsessive.
Just the thought, and he would become a widower.
"No." Lin Fu nervously swallowed, suddenly feeling a cool hand slip inside her clothing, her body shuddered violently, and all her senses were drawn to that hand, so much that she couldn’t even hear clearly what Fu Xing was saying, all her focus was on the hand.
But the more she did so, the more she tensed, and as she tensed, that strange palpitation multiplied.
"Hu!" She could hear her own heart pounding like a drumbeat, her body burning hot.
"Heh," Fu Xing sighed softly, whispering in a husky voice: "Don’t be afraid, I can become a widower, and you can become a widow, but there will be no divorce—see, I’m very fair."
"You know all about it?"
"You were so obedient, and suddenly you dare reach for the skies; it would be hard not to know." Fu Xing continued unhurriedly: "I’m very angry, but you can’t escape the palm of my hand."
"But the jerk loves you," Fu Xing said, fascinated as he stroked his little wife in his arms. He found it incredible; he was so fond, so obsessed, that for her sake he could undertake the genetic experiments that he had always disdained. To see her, he ended the war in the shortest time possible, rushing back in an utmost hurry.