Ex-wife strategy: Mr. Fu wants to spoil me

Chapter 997 I've been thinking about it for a long time

The strength was lightened instantly, and her fingers were massaging her scalp.

Sheng Mian was worried that the foam would get into her eyes, so she didn't dare to open them.

Fu Yancheng also considered this problem, so he pulled her back and let her lean on him.

Her face is turned up slightly so that no foam gets in her eyes.

Sheng Mian felt relieved and opened her eyes.

But Fu Yancheng was standing, and she was sitting, without any clothes on. When she raised her head in this posture, she met his eyes.

The atmosphere is somewhat ambiguous.

I thought that one of them must avoid the gaze, but neither of them avoided, just looking at each other like this.

In the end, it was Fu Yancheng who took the lead to look away because he wanted to rinse the foam with the nozzle.

Sheng Mian blushed when he felt the hot water running over his head.

Fu Yancheng washed her hair, put foam on the bath ball, and cleaned her whole body carefully.

After rolling by the river for so long, she has a grassy smell on her body.

But now her body is covered with the scent of shower gel.

After a full half an hour, Fu Yancheng took out the bath towel beside her, wrapped her up, bent over and hugged her, and put her directly on the sofa outside.

"I'm going to take a bath, and when I'm done, I'll apply medicinal wine to you."

Sheng Mian squeezed the bath towel and nodded slowly.

Fu Yancheng's own trouser legs were also dirty, and he was almost soaked right now, so he grabbed the pajamas beside him and went into the bathroom.

Twenty minutes later, he came out wiping her hair, went to the cabinet downstairs to find medicinal wine, and brushed the hair off her shoulders.

"It will hurt a little."

In fact, Sheng Mian was amazed by his face when he just stepped out of the bathroom with his legs, especially his hair was dripping water, the collar of his pajamas was open to his chest, and his whole body was full of hormonal charm.

She turned her head to the side so that he could apply the medicinal wine.

When the medicinal wine hit her skin, she didn't feel any pain at first, until his hand pressed on that piece.

"It must be combined with a special technique to facilitate absorption and patience."

The hot feeling rushed in through the pores instantly, Sheng Mian frowned in pain.

Fu Yancheng put his hand on her shoulder, but his eyes fell on her side face.

She drooped her eyelashes, probably finding it unbearable. Occasionally, her eyelashes fluttered twice, and her breathing became heavy.

Her hair was tied behind her ears, and the palm prints on her cheeks were about to disappear, but some traces could still be seen vaguely.

With this appearance, her whole body was filled with a sense of brokenness, which aroused pity.

Looking away, his tone was light, "Take off the towel, your back and waist are covered with bruises."

Sheng Mian froze, holding a piece of fabric hesitantly.

Fu Yancheng lowered his head and tore it away, and pressed the person directly into his arms, letting her lie on his stomach.

Sheng Mian was so angry that she wanted to get up, "Fu Yancheng!"

"do not move."

His hands were cold, he poured medicinal wine on the bruise on her back, and pressed it.

Sheng Mian lay in his arms, because of the tingling pain all over her body, she didn't say anything.

After rubbing the back, followed by the waist.

Her waist is more sensitive, not to mention that when his fingertips are pressed there, she always feels that she has crossed the line, because his fingertips will occasionally touch the side close to the chest, making her cheeks flush.

After pressing, she was exhausted and tired, so she just lay on her stomach.

Fu Yancheng pushed the person away and got up to go to the bathroom.

Sheng Mian opened his tired eyes in a daze, and saw something of him stood up.

With a dark face, he went in to wash his hands, and washed every finger with hand sanitizer. When he came out, he saw that Sheng Mian was already sitting upright.

The bath towel was draped casually by her, and her exposed legs were white and straight.

The fire that Fu Yancheng had managed to extinguish suddenly flared up again.

He subconsciously rolled his Adam's apple twice, only to feel that the scene was full of the hazy beauty of still holding a pipa and half covering his face.

He didn't ask her to leave, and she didn't take the initiative to say she wanted to leave.

The two were in a stalemate in such a tacit understanding.

In the end, as if he had made a decision, he strode towards her, pulled her closer to him, held her neck, and kissed her forcefully.

His other hand was on her chin, and this position of absolute control made him want more.

Sheng Mian was almost forced to look up, almost out of breath after being kissed by him.

A layer of mist rose from the fundus of the eyes, and the lips were moistened and red.

Fu Yancheng sat beside her, hugged her on his lap, and lifted her bath towel without hesitation.

His pajamas are also bathrobes, which is convenient.

Sheng Mian's shoulder was hurt, and his waist was hurting, and before he got off his legs, he had already barged in.

The sharp eyebrows and eyes instantly turned red, and his hands wrapped around her waist.

"Don't move, I've been thinking about it for a long time."

Sheng Mian looked at this face full of astonishment, and opened her mouth to say something, but he kissed it.

(End of this chapter)