Young Master Fu's Unexpected Cute Wife

Yan Ye did not expect Fu Sihan to return in the middle of the night.

He also didn't expect that someone would wake him up in the middle of the night to serve Fu Sihan.

When she descended the stairs late at night, she felt that there was something different about Fu Sihan. She couldn't tell what exactly was different.

The man stood in the hallway, leaning lazily against the door frame. His light brown eyes looked as if they had just been washed, and his aura surged. He exuded an arrogant yet domineering aura, as if he was an emperor in the middle of the night.

It was as if even his emotions had been amplified.

Only when he got closer and smelled the strong aroma of alcohol in the air did he realize that he was drinking and had drank quite a bit.

"Are you drunk?"

Late at night, he was a little dizzy from the smell of alcohol, hesitating about whether he should help him or not.

Fu Sihan blinked and looked down upon the woman before him.

She was wearing a red nightgown with a small waistcoat draped over her shoulders. Her slender neck and delicate collarbones were exposed to the air. Her waist was as thin as a willow tree, and her arms were as white as lotus roots.

She even smelled a little sweet.

It was her own smell.

Make People... His appetite soared.

If it wasn't for the sudden incident downstairs, Fu Sihan was certain that this woman would have tightly wrapped herself up and seen him.

To marry him for money, she despised him kissing her, afraid that others would find out about their relationship without a wedding ring …

As Fu Sihan thought of this, his gaze darkened. His large body leaned over Yan Wan's body and rested his powerful arm on her shoulder.

"Help me up."

Supporting him like this late at night was like hugging him entirely in his arms. Her body stiffened in place, unaccustomed to the situation, she didn't dare to move at all.

She had never had such intimate contact with a man before. Especially now, after drinking with Fu Sihan, his male hormones had exploded, giving people an endless sense of danger.

"Young, Young Master Fu, I've never taken care of a drunk person before, I have no experience …"

Drunk?

Fu Sihan had lived for twenty-five years and had never been drunk before, so he was still as clear-headed as ever.

He felt the trembling of her body and voice, and his free hand closed around her chin.

His breath came in closer and his voice was low and hoarse. "Evening, you are my wife."

"I …" Nightfall's eyes widened, and his breathing froze.

"You have a duty to serve me."

Nightfall's face flushed red, and she quickly lowered her head.

I hope he's talking about taking care of you, not... The servant.

If Fu Sihan wanted to wait on him late, no one else would dare to interfere.

"Young mistress, Young Master has troubled you." With that, Butler Lin returned to his room.

The bitterness of being late could not be described. After not seeing him for a few days, he had become a drunkard as soon as they met!

Fu Sihan was 1.92 meters tall. His figure was typical of his thin figure, and taking off his clothes was fleshy. It was so heavy that every step he took late at night was extremely strenuous, especially when he walked up the stairs.

She felt that instead of supporting a living person, she was carrying a huge boulder!

"Young, Young Master Fu, can you hear me? Can you use your own strength? "

You're so heavy!

Fu Sihan lowered his head and watched her panting from his exhaustion. Unexpectedly, her mood was somewhat bright and beautiful for some inexplicable reason.

Even though the Tier 1 Courtyard was his territory, he actually allowed this woman to stay in it like a lunatic.

He had been in an extremely bad mood these past few days, and his sleep had been poor as well.

Be careful of every step of the stairs at night, lest you fall.

But what was there to be afraid of?

Ah!

With a sharp sound, his feet stepped on empty air and his body fell down uncontrollably.

Under the soft light, Fu Sihan suddenly opened his eyes. His gaze was filled with sharpness.

He crossed his legs twice, stretched out his arms, and moved up. In an instant, he firmly pressed Yan Ye's body onto the railing.

After escaping from the calamity, it took him a few seconds to react.

She looked at the stairs with lingering fear. If she had really rolled down earlier, she would have broken her bones and bled profusely.

At the same time, he was also angry that Fu Sihan pretended to be drunk in order to bully him. He glanced over and saw that the man's eyes were still closed, his back arched, his head drooping down to her neck. His hot breath seemed to be burning on her skin.

"Third, third young master?"

"Third Young Master? Wake up? "

He was pushed twice too late, so he did not move at all.

"Drunk?"

"..." "Fu Sihan, you wouldn't be intentionally toying with me, right?"

"Could it really have been a coincidence just now?"

Fu Sihan closed his eyes and listened to Yan Su's long-winded chatter late at night. After nightfall, her voice was somewhat soft and soft.

She thought he was drunk and had grown bold enough to call him by his name.

Fu Sihan felt that he might have really drank too much. He actually felt that her reciting his name was an unprecedented and pleasant thing to hear.

His left hand touched her right hand. There was a ring on his ring finger, and a diamond on it.

The wedding ring, she put it on again.

He noticed that the corner of his mouth was slightly raised, and he immediately recovered his expressionless face.

It must be the alcohol that made him crazy!

Fu Sihan wanted to hear it once more, but the woman did not speak any further.

In fact, back at the pool club, she had called him "third brother" as well.

He carried the 'boulder' back to the master bedroom late at night. Just as he was about to put him back on the bed, he stumbled and fell onto the bed. Fu Sihan, who had been 'drunk to death', immediately pressed down on him.

The man's body was burning hot as he stuck his body through the thin layer of his pajamas. He didn't dare to move even a bit at night.

The fragrance of a woman assaulted his senses. His cheek was pressed against the delicate skin of a woman, and it felt more comfortable to the touch than the best silk.

Fu Sihan wanted to dawdle, but he did indeed do so.

His lips seemed to have brushed against a woman's skin, but he actually felt a shiver, as if alcohol was amplifying his emotions and impulses.

He felt that when Fu Sihan was awake, he would never do something like this. He was sure that Fu Sihan was drunk.

She was about to move him away when the man suddenly stood up.

His light brown eyes were especially deep at this moment, like an abyss or a storm.

The instant their bodies collided, the unique fragrance of a woman assaulted his senses. His soft body crashed into his chest, and the taut string in Fu Sihan's mind snapped with a bang.

Late at night, she was shocked. Her eyelashes fluttered like wings. She wanted to escape, but it was already too late.

Fu Sihan cupped her face and kissed her without hesitation!

"Ugh!"

"Fu Si — Weng!"

He kicked his leg with all his might.

The loss of control and the unknown fear made Yan Wan's eyes water up uncontrollably.

Men were fiercer than beasts, as if they wanted to swallow her up.

His senses were filled with an unfamiliar atmosphere and a strong sense of presence...

Fu Sihan opened his eyes in an attempt to see her incomparably seductive appearance. What entered his sight was her panic-stricken and tearful expression, which dampened the excitement brought about by the alcohol.

"Why? Are you unwilling?"

He opened his mouth coldly, his eyes filled with a strong desire.