Elegant and smooth muscle lines, the perfect Adonis belt emerged faintly, with defined abs but not overstated.
Muscles well-proportioned, the bone structure superb.
It was feared any woman would lose control and pounce upon seeing him.
Fu Xing lay lazily on the bed, propping his cheek with one hand, his gaze lingering on Lin Fu with unfulfilled desire, the dark green in the depths of his eyes filled with fierce lust.
If he was not afraid of hurting her, Fu Xing would never have wanted to stop at such a critical moment.
The room was still filled with his restrained panting, leaving listeners parched and breathless.
Lin Fu wriggled like a fish under the covers, only to be swept up into his arms, blanket and all, "Didn’t we agree to sleep together? Playing tricks again."
He complained with unsatisfied desire.
Lin Fu blinked, hearing his complaints of unsatisfied desire seized her heart, she squinted and asked, "Fu Xing, do you like me?"
Fu Xing snorted angrily and bit her, "If I say I don’t like you, would you consider divorce? Want to find other men? Let me tell you, don’t even think about it, it’s impossible in this lifetime. Not in the next fifty years, a hundred years, two hundred years, absolutely no chance."
"So, do you like me?" she persisted.
If he also liked her, she definitely wouldn’t bear to divorce him. Not just bear; she would cling to him hopelessly, loving him with all her heart.
In this life, she was devoted to him alone.
Seeing the persistence in her eyes, Fu Xing, who was outwardly cold but proudly so, helplessly sighed and affectionately kissed her eyes, "Hope, I like you very much, Ah Foo, please don’t leave me, I’m begging you, never leave me, okay?"
Since knowing she was one of the Genetically Modified People with a short lifespan, he knew his own life was over.
Falling in love with Lin Fu, was something he had not anticipated.
To love a woman he couldn’t grow old with, was his greatest punishment.
He couldn’t imagine what he would become without Ah Foo.
His father had said that a man in love becomes obsessed, crazed, and humbles himself unknowingly in front of the woman he loves deeply.
The past him would have scoffed at the idea, yet now he understood it deeply.
As proud as he was, he had never begged anyone before.
Lin Fu’s heart suddenly trembled, unclear on what she felt; her eyes stung, heart pounded fiercely, she boldly embraced him, ecstatic beyond words.
"Fu Xing, do you really like me?"
"Hahaha... Actually, I like you too."
Lin Fu thought for a moment, "From the first sight."
Hearing this, Fu Xing couldn’t help but cover his face, "It seems my intuition was not wrong, you’ve been staring at my back since the first moment you saw me, that look... tsk tsk tsk... like an old lecher seeing the most beautiful woman in Wushan Flower City."
Lin Fu recalled how she had been at first, feeling somewhat embarrassed, she buried her face in his chest, but her radiant red lips couldn’t help biting softly on his warm, firm skin.
"Umm!" Fu Xing groaned hoarsely, unable to control himself, he pressed her firmly beneath him, kissing and taking eagerly.
After a long time, he let go reluctantly.
Dropping those words, he got up and went to the bathroom without closing the door; soon the sound of the shower came through, along with waves of chill from the direction of the bathroom.
Lin Fu hugged the blanket, her smile cunning like a sly little fox.
"Are you done yet?" Lin Fu, wrapped in her nightgown, sneaked to the bathroom door and peeked in.