pampered roses

Chapter 96

The warm yellow light in the bedroom falls.

A bit of moonlight leaked indistinctly from the window position, the curtains were not drawn, only the white screens fluttered vaguely with the autumn wind in the middle of the night.

The buttons at the neckline of the black cheongsam had been scattered on the carpet, and the cheongsam was torn on the side, revealing two slender white legs.

Fu Zechen half-kneeled in front of the bed, clasped Tangli's neck with one hand and kissed her. Under the warm yellow light, his fair body was bathed in the light like fine suet jade.

He raised his head and looked at her, freed his wrist with the black prayer beads, and stared at her with black eyes,

"Help me take it off."

The black prayer beads covered the cold white raised wrist bones, carrying a bit of sacredness that should not be desecrated.

Tangli breathed lightly, her eyes fell on his cold white sharp wrist, she held his palm and kissed the back of his hand, her slender white fingers slid up the wrist, and the black Buddhist beads pressed against Yingfen's finger.

Tangli kept looking at him without blinking, and took off the beads while kissing his palm.

Under the lamp, her eyebrows and eyes are dazzling, her long black hair is washed away by the slightly wet sweat, and her black pupils are burning like fire, like a banshee dragging Buddha into the abyss.

The black prayer beads left the wrist bones, and the ebony wood made a slight collision sound.

Fu Zechen's eyes were dark and deep, with reddish tails at the end of his long and narrow eyes, and he fixed his eyes on her.

The second after the beads left her wrist, Fu Zechen directly clasped her wrist, leaned over and kissed her deeply.

The black prayer beads fell on the carpet.

Fu Zechen leaned down and pressed down, his big palms moved down along the slender curve, lifted the side hem of the cheongsam, and tore it up inch by inch.

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Tangli didn't sleep much for almost the whole night.

When she woke up, her voice was so hoarse that she couldn't speak. In the middle of the night, Fu Zechen carried her downstairs and cooked her steak and fried eggs. After filling her stomach, Tangli lost her strength almost immediately.

Fu Zechen carried her upstairs to the bathroom to clean up, and it seemed to be almost five o'clock in the morning when he finally fell asleep.

My mind was almost blank, and I didn't have the energy to think about anything else.

There was a large glass of boiled water on the bedside table, and the bed sheet had been changed last night, and it was clean, very dry and comfortable.

Tangli was only wearing Fu Zechen's white shirt, and her long black hair fell down smoothly on her sides. Her hair was also stained yesterday, and Fu Zechen seemed to have washed her hair...

Tangli's cheeks were slightly red, she got up and threw off the quilt and got out of bed, there was almost nothing intact on her fair and slender legs.

She picked up the water glass and drank all the water, feeling a little better in her throat.

Fu Zechen had already gone downstairs.

Tangli glanced at the phone that was turned off last night, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

She was taken aback, remembering that she still had something to do at school later, so she had to apply for a leave certificate for filming with the counselor.

Just as she was about to walk to the bathroom, she almost fell, which was even more exaggerated than when she was practicing dancing in the practice room.

If I didn't have the dance skills for so many years before, I guess I wouldn't have just walked to the villa to wake up this morning.

Tangli blushed slightly, and went to the bathroom.

After washing up, I went downstairs.

As soon as she reached the stairs, Tangli could smell the aroma of food coming from the living room downstairs.

My stomach is indeed a little hungry. Although I ate something in the middle of the night last night, I exercised too much and I was already hungry.

Tangli walked towards the kitchen, just as Fu Zechen came out with a plate.

He was wearing a black casual shirt, and his cold, white and handsome face was full of emotions. Seeing Tangli raised her eyebrows slightly, he said calmly,

"woke up?"

Tangli blushed slightly, and hummed.

Fu Zechen set the dining table, pulled out the chair and signaled her to come over.

Tangli walked towards him in small steps.

It's really strange, obviously last night he exercised more, and in the end he slept a little later than himself, why did he look more energetic than himself after taking a shower?

"Thinking about what?"

Fu Zechen pulled out the chair and stood behind her.

Tangli came back to her senses, oh, just about to speak, when she saw the food on the table, she froze immediately,

"Why... have you done so much?"

The two-meter-long and multi-square dining table is almost filled with all kinds of food, including all Chinese and Western styles.

Tangli was stunned, she looked up at Fu Zechen strangely,

"You did all of this yourself?"

Fu Zechen's expression was calm, and he looked energetic, so he nodded,

"Well, try it."

Tangli: "..."

Tangli looked at a table of dishes, her expression was serious, "Fu Zechen, don't tell me, you haven't slept all night, you've been cooking..."

Just these meals can't be cooked for a few hours.

She seriously suspected that Fu Zechen didn't sleep at all.

Fu Zechen looked at her, raised his eyebrows, and handed her a bowl of soup, "So smart."

Tangli looked at him, frowned, lowered her head, took a sip of the soup, and whispered, "You must be some kind of vixen..."

When I was young, the elderly didn't always like to tell weird stories, nourishing yin and nourishing yang and so on.

Yesterday she felt like she was going to die, and she was very tired after sleeping, but not only did he not sleep all night, but he was also in good spirits.

Tangli had reasonable doubts.

Her voice was very low, and she couldn't hear clearly, only the words "male vixen" could be faintly heard.

Fu Zechen raised his brows slightly, clasped the table with his slender fingers,

"What did you say?"

Tangli glanced at him, lowered her head to drink the soup, and shook her head, "I didn't say anything."

Fu Zechen looked at her, narrowed his eyes, and said calmly, "Male vixen?"

Tangli coughed and almost spit out the soup, and immediately raised her eyes to look at him.

Fu Zechen's expression was calm, he pulled the chair slightly closer, reached out to help wipe off the soup from the corner of her mouth, and said in a flat tone, "You actually saw it."