Young Master Fu's Unexpected Cute Wife

He flushed the water nonstop, late and late...

The air was filled with the smell of blood.

Slowly, he followed the flow of the water.

This night was like a narrow escape from death.

"..."

Only when Fu Sihan walked out of the bathroom did he notice what he was wearing. Due to the fact that he returned late at night with a promise, his black shirt was also stained with snake blood. It was extremely disgusting.

He turned around to go into the bathroom to take a bath, but then he remembered that he had just come out from that place and that the bathroom was already being used late.

He didn't know why he would personally carry that woman back here, use his bathroom for her, and even help her wash her face when there was something wrong with his head!

That woman was still in pain?!

Fu Sihan recalled the blush on his face after Yan Haozheng had finished washing his face; it was caused by his hand rubbing his face.

He rubbed the fingers of his right hand. His hand was slender and strong, with distinct joints. However, there was a thin cocoon on the skin of his fingers. It was the result of years of shooting and practicing combat.

Her skin was very tender.

That piece of chest... It was probably even more so when he was kneading a mark with one hand.

"Someone, come!" Fu Sihan opened the door and instructed the servant.

"Third Young Master, these are Third Young Madam's clothes." The servant was waiting at the door.

"Take it in." Fu Sihan glanced around the room and ordered, "Change the carpet."

Servant: "Yes."

Although Fu Sihan rarely returned to his old home, his clothes were all prepared.

He went to the cloakroom for a change of clothes and went to the bathroom next door.

Hot water splashed down.

Fu Sihan felt like a lunatic tonight.

It must have been that the woman had been trapped in the woods and nearly eaten by the python because she had gone out to find him.

She said she was going to find him.

Fu Sihan grabbed a handful of his hair as the image of Yan Meng Rou's face appeared in his mind, causing his handsome face to turn cold.

His former fiancée was clearly much "smarter" than that stupid woman.

"..."

The maid had prepared a white chiffon nightgown for Yan Wan. It was pure and soft, and when she wore it, she looked like a fairy from a fairy tale.

"Third young mistress, you're so beautiful!" The maid couldn't help but praise him when he came out late.

She smiled, thanked him, and asked, "Can you give me another quilt?"

"Ugh …" The maid looked at the oversized bed in the center of the room and asked, "Is the quilt not big enough?"

That bed can fit four or five people, and the quilt is a match for it, but it's not enough for you and the young master?

"Uh, it's because it's easier for me to roll up my blanket when I sleep at night." It was impossible to say late at night that she and Fu Sihan were not only different beds, but had previously been different rooms.

The servant nodded and came back after a while with a thin blanket.

When Fu Sihan returned to his room, he happened to bump into a servant who was sending him quilts at night. A slight frown could be seen between his eyebrows.

Later that night, he spread the blanket on the sofa and turned around to look. Fu Sihan was looking at her with an expressionless face.

The servant had already left, leaving only the two of them in the room.

The space was very wide, but because of the existence of this man in front of him, he felt extremely cramped and pressured late at night.

Fu Sihan's gaze landed on her arm. The short-sleeved nightgown was not covered, and there were many wounds on her arm that was as white as porcelain. The wound was not deep and there was no longer any blood, but a streak of red destroyed her jade-like beauty.

"What for?" He looked at the quilt on the sofa.

"I'll sleep on the couch." "The bed is for you."

At this moment, Fu Sihan was inexplicably angry.