"Don't be like that, I didn't do anything to you while you were drunk." She was very happy to see him wake up and patted his face teasingly.
Fang Yicheng's mind gradually cleared, his fever subsided, and he regained the strength to joke. He fell heavily back onto the bed, clenched his fist and pounded his head, sighing dramatically, "How could you miss such a good opportunity?"
Gu Yan laughed and playfully punched him, "Stop being silly. It's good that you're awake. Do you have any rice at home? I'll make you some porridge."
"Yes, it's in the cabinet under the kitchen cabinet."
Fang Yicheng finished washing up and sat on the sofa to wait. He placed his hands neatly on his lap, behaving very obediently.
Gu Yan found his antics hilarious. "Fang Yicheng, has your brain been fried? Come on, tell your sister, what is twelve divided by seven?"
Fang Yicheng cooperated by pretending to be mentally challenged and counting on his fingers while muttering incantations.
"Alright, stop being silly. Go find the bowl and chopsticks; I can't find them anywhere." Gu Yan couldn't help but laugh.
Fang Yicheng sprang up from the sofa and gave her a perfect military salute. He was wearing pajamas, yet he looked so serious, which made Gu Yan laugh again.
"I can't find the chopsticks, can I use a spoon?" Fang Yicheng squatted in front of the kitchen, searching earnestly, and asked Gu Yan with a puzzled look.
"You don't even have chopsticks? You don't even eat instant noodles at home?" Gu Yan looked at him with disdain.
Fang Yicheng received her disdain, sighed again, and half of his body went into the kitchen to look for it.
"Is this it?" Gu Yan reached out and saw a box on the cabinet above.
"Watch out!"
It was too late. There was a small box on top of the main box. When Gu Yan pulled it, the small box fell down, hit the edge of the kitchen door, and bounced into the porridge pot.
"Ah!" Gu Yan screamed as the hot porridge splattered onto the web of her left hand, burning it red.
Fang Yicheng hurriedly grabbed her hand and rinsed it with cold water, frowning with heartache as he sighed, "I knew I wasn't lucky enough to drink your porridge."
Gu Yan was in so much pain that tears were streaming down her face, but he still managed to make her laugh.
"It's blistering, you should go to the hospital to get it checked out."
"Okay, you can get an injection while you're at it. I see your temperature is still a bit high."
Fang Yicheng's lips twitched, and he sighed, "Wait here, I'll go out and buy some burn ointment."
How could he forget that she, like him, dislikes going to the hospital?
Despite running a high fever all night, he still had to go to work today. Gu Yan sighed, "Being a public servant is tough."
As Fang Yicheng put on his coat, he kept telling her how to take care of the injury on her hand. In the end, he was still worried, "I'm going to the hospital this afternoon. Can I pick you up and we can go together? I'll only feel at ease if the doctor takes a look. It wouldn't be good if it left a scar."
"What are you doing at the hospital?" Gu Yan casually changed the subject to divert his attention.
"My dad's in the hospital—it's his old ailment." Even so, his brow was furrowed, indicating it was a rather troublesome illness.
After leaving the house, Gu Yan didn't ask him to see her off. Before going home, she went to the supermarket and bought a lot of things. Only then did she realize that her left hand was burned and she couldn't carry anything. She managed to get downstairs with one hand and was about to put it down to rest when she felt a lightness in her hand. Someone had taken the bag away.
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After leaving the house, Gu Yan didn't ask him to see her off. Before going home, she went to the supermarket. After buying a lot of bags, she realized that her left hand was burned and she couldn't carry anything. She managed to get downstairs with just one hand and was about to put it down to rest when she suddenly felt a lightness in her hand. Someone had taken the bags away.
She almost bumped into the man, smelled the familiar scent of cologne, looked up, and saw that it really was Liang Feifan.
"Didn't you say you'd be back next week?" She hugged him happily.
Yesterday afternoon, before she left home, he called to say that he had to go on an urgent business trip and would be back in about five days.
Liang Feifan didn't answer her, letting her hug him. His body was a little stiff, and he didn't hug her back with his free hand. She looked up at him from his chest, her face looking very unpleasant.
"What's wrong? Is work not going well?" she asked with concern.
He stared at her coldly, his gaze complex. After a long while, he looked away, seemingly sighing, "It's nothing, just a little tired. Let's go." He picked up his things and walked ahead.
She opened the door, bent down to change into slippers, but he grabbed her from behind.
"Feifan...it's morning now!" she struggled.
Liang Feifan remained silent, holding her tightly with one hand while reaching under her skirt with the other. With a forceful pull, he ripped her underwear to shreds.
Hearing the screeching sound of a zipper being pulled down, Gu Yan panicked, "Liang Feifan—ah!"
He thrust in, her dryness hindering his fiery erection, so he arched his back and used brute force to squeeze in, firmly occupying her.
Her lower body was burning with pain, like the feeling of being torn apart the first time. She couldn't even cry. If she took a slightly labored breath, his hardness would scratch at her painful area restlessly.
"Does it hurt?" His voice softened, and he didn't start to move his lower body. He maintained the position and reached down with one hand to slowly rub and press the hot outside of her tightly wrapped body until her pale earlobes turned bright red.
She gradually became wet, her lower body feeling itchy and numb as if bitten by ants. He was still slowly and deliberately caressing her, his other hand pulling down the zipper on her back, pulling the entire dress down to her waist, to the place where they were tightly joined. Liang Feifan pulled out slightly, then thrust hard into her deepest point, pulling himself out amidst her soft moan. The dress fell to the ground along the graceful lines of her body.
"Feifan, I need to take a shower first." As soon as he let go of her, she leaned weakly against the door, making the request in a listless manner. She had stayed up all night at Fang Yicheng's house last night, and had only washed her face hastily this morning; she felt a little uncomfortable after a night's sleep.
"Hmm." He leaned closer, seemingly absent-minded. After answering her, he didn't let her go. Instead, he picked her up with one hand, and with the other hand, he went around behind her, lifted one of her legs, and thrust his lower body into her warm body again.
She let out a soft "ah," and her body involuntarily went limp. Her hands instinctively wrapped around his neck, and she clung to him.
He adjusted his position, one of her snow-white legs was bent and hanging on his hand, her lower body was open, and he pressed her against the door.
"Hmm... hurry up..." He kept grinding inside her, and the hot and tingling sensation was unbearable for her, so she couldn't help but urge him on.
"Faster? Like this?" He thrust forcefully dozens of times, each time reaching the deepest point. Her juices splashed out with his vigorous movements, sticking to his lower abdomen, cool and refreshing. He stopped again, thrusting into her with light, intermittent movements. "Is this how it is? Hmm? Yan'er?"
"Mmm! Feifan... hurry up..." She scratched red marks on his broad back, unable to contain herself, and started to sway her waist, pressing down deeply to meet him as he entered.
"You want this?" He kissed her, whispering in her ear, "I'll give you whatever you want, Yan'er—is that what you're thinking? Hmm?"
She was in a daze, and only the parts of her body that were intimately connected with him felt intense sensations. When he asked her a question, she nodded haphazardly in response.
Her head rested softly on his shoulder. She didn't see the expression on his face then, but she felt him suddenly swell up again. His large hand gripping her waist tightened, followed by a complete withdrawal and then a heavy thrust. He held her waist tightly, pressing her close to his chest. The hand that had been holding her leg reached to the side, grasping the doorknob, fixing her in a submissive position. Then, he thrust into her with all his might, violently as if he wanted to tear her apart and devour her. Her black high heels were still on, swaying in the air with each thrust.
"No! Ah! Feifan... It's so deep... No more..." Gu Yan was driven to the brink of death by his sudden rudeness. Waves of intense spasms made her curl up into a ball, but she still couldn't escape his penis.
He forced his way in, and her back slammed against the door repeatedly. The pain in her back mingled with the surging passion, creating a complex fusion that made it difficult for her to even breathe.
Liang Feifan tormented her like a madman from morning till nightfall. When it finally ended, she lay on the bed, deeply penetrated from behind, crying her heart out. Finally, a hot stream gushed out inside her, and his body trembled. As soon as he released her, she collapsed onto the bed, her upper body prone, her snowy buttocks still in the same position, raised high, making his eyes burn with desire once more.
"No more... Feifan... please! Please!" she pleaded weakly from under the covers.
He lowered his hand from her snow-white buttocks, carefully picked her up, and laid her flat on the bed.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked softly, leaning weakly against his chest.
"It's nothing, I just missed you," he said casually.
"You thought you could just give up your business and come back?" She propped her head up and looked at him with a smile.
Liang Feifan stared at a point on the ceiling and forced a smile.
He really wanted to tell her that Rong Yan had called the in-flight phone before his plane had even landed.
"Brother, Sister Yan went to a bar."
"I know," he replied casually, knowing she had made an appointment with Qin Sang that afternoon.
"They were with the fourth and fifth brothers' families."
"kindness."
"Later, a little trouble arose. Ah Hu couldn't find you, so he came to ask me. I thought that with Lao Si around, nothing serious would happen, so I told him not to go up and spoil the fun, and just to keep a close eye on things."
"And then?" Liang Feifan put down the documents in his hand. Rong Yan always spoke only briefly, so this rambling must be to lay the groundwork for something.
"Hmm—I didn't expect someone to call the police—" Sure enough, Rong Yan began to hesitate.
Liang Feifan narrowed his eyes, a bad feeling creeping over him. "Wait a moment." He put down the phone and pressed the communicator on his seat: "C, return to base."
A static tone came from the communicator, followed by a cold male voice replying, "Yes, Boss."
"Go on," Liang Feifan said, picking up the phone.
Rong Yan, on the other end, clearly foresaw an impending storm, and continued reporting in a low voice: "When I arrived, Fang Yicheng had already taken the people away. — Fourth Brother was detained by Li Yan at that time, she didn't know."
Liang Feifan remained silent for a long time, while Rong Yan, on the other end of the line, was sweating profusely as he gripped his phone. This time, Lao Si was truly doomed!
"I understand," Liang Feifan finally said.
"Brother, Fourth Brother only found out just now too—" Rong Yan hurriedly explained for Ji Nan. Last time, when Liang Feifan wanted to make an example of Li Yan, Fourth Brother cried and made a scene, almost threatening to hang himself. If Brother were to take his anger out on him this time, Li Yan would be the first to get away with it.
Liang Feifan slammed down the phone. He looked up at his watch: 2:12 AM.
Gu Yan, Gu Yan… He called her name again and again in his heart, and with each call, a bloody hole appeared in his heart.
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He held her close for a while, and when her breathing gradually calmed down, he got up and carried her to the bathroom to wash up.
"Hiss..." While he was holding her in his arms and rinsing her, she wasn't paying attention and hot water splashed onto her right hand, causing Gu Yan to gasp in pain.
"How did this happen?" Liang Feifan quickly grabbed a towel and carefully dried the water around the wound.
I got burned while cooking the porridge—
Liang Feifan's eyes suddenly dimmed.
Cooking porridge? He thought that was his specialty. Turns out, she could do it too, in front of Fang Yicheng.
"Does it hurt a lot?" He sneered.
"It's alright, I've applied the ointment—Feifan, what's wrong?" His expression and tone were so unusual that she was sure something must have happened to him.
He didn't answer, carefully avoiding her wound, and rinsed it clean. He turned off the water, wrapped her in a towel, and carried her out in his arms.
He put her on the bed and turned to find a towel to dry himself.
Gu Yan collapsed onto the bed, feeling weak all over. She counted the days on her fingers, got up, opened the drawer to find some pills, and said, "Feifan, I want some water."
Liang Feifan put down the towel and went to the living room to pour her some water.
He watched her frown as she swallowed the pills. She didn't like taking medicine, but she was even less willing to have a child, or rather, she didn't want to have his child.
"Are you hungry?" He suppressed the turmoil in his heart, took her water glass, took a sip, and asked her softly.
Gu Yan rolled up in the blanket and lay down. "Okay, I want to eat fried rice."
"Okay." Liang Feifan patted her hair. "Lie down, I'll call you when you're ready."