The more indulgent and doting the man was, the more uneasy Wen Baozhu felt inside.
The law of "those who are favored are always fearless" never worked on Wen Baozhu.
His favor was like a castle in the air, a mirage. It seemed gorgeous and exquisite, but when she reached out, it was still nothing.
Fu Lian was so charming today. He had infinite patience to make her let down her guard. "Do you want it or not?"
As he asked, he observed her expression. Seeing her pupils dilate, he lowered his lips and regarded all this as her acquiescence.
She didn't resist or struggle. She passively accepted his kisses and caresses.
It was inevitable that the ambiguity grew stronger. With the freshness and fragrance after a bath as a catalyst, the relationship between the two began to develop in a familiar way.
After so many twists and turns, this was the first time they were intimate. Both of them seemed so rusty.
But the one who took the initiative and was in a dominant position was still Fu Lian.
She was kissed by him all the time. The hand on her back slipped in from the bottom of the bathrobe and moved up. The pulling made the thin belt around her waist gradually loosen.
The moment his burning palm touched her, Wen Baozhu was so nervous that she could hardly breathe.
Letting the man continue to kiss her, exchanging hot breaths, her body began to tremble slightly.
The sofa was not big enough, so he simply picked her up, making her whole body float in the air.
Since she was sitting with her legs straddled face - to - face before, and was suddenly picked up, in order not to fall, she quickly hooked her legs around his back.
She was like a koala hugging a tree.
Her two calves were crossed on the man's firm back, looking petite and slender.
When she was put back on the big bed, the ice - silk sheets made her body shiver. The man's shadow fell on her. She bit her lip and closed her eyes.
She didn't hear the sound of undressing, nor did she feel the man's next direct move. She waited for a long time and then opened her eyes.
The man was just sitting on the side of the bed, quietly looking at her.
This situation was beyond her expectation. Wen Baozhu's eyes were still vaguely covered with the mist of passion. "Not going to continue?"
Her crossed legs unconsciously rubbed against each other gently.
Although they were a bit rusty because it had been a long time, the physical tacit understanding and habits were already engraved in their bones.
What should have happened between them didn't happen.
Seeing her hazy eyes, Fu Lian couldn't help laughing. "You want to continue? I'll do as you say."
Blurting it out was just a subconscious act. When Fu Lian seriously asked her, she shrank back at the last moment.
She had just had an abortion operation not long ago, and she hadn't recovered from the blow of her grandmother's death. Her mental and physical state had been poor recently.
Wen Baozhu bit her lower lip and still shook her head honestly, whispering, "… Can we stop?"
Fu Lian said with a smile, "Sure. I said I'd do as you say."
He lay down on the other side of the bed. Wen Baozhu obediently curled up in his arms, resting her head on his shoulder.
The passion and ambiguous factors just now quickly dissipated silently in the air.
What replaced them was a rare time of equal co - existence between the two.
Her right ear happened to be on Fu Lian's heart. The solid and steady beating sound made her feel at peace.
The peaceful silence lasted for a long time.
Suddenly, Fu Lian lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead. "Go to bed early. Good night."
After turning off the light, neither of them could really fall asleep.
In the dark, Fu Lian inexplicably felt that her lips were curling up.
He just asked out of intuition, "Are you smiling now?"
"… How does Mr. Fu know?"
She thought she had hidden it well. She only secretly lifted the corners of her lips after the light was turned off.
Did he have night vision?
Fu Lian laughed and reached out to pinch her nose. "Why are you secretly happy in the middle of the night without sleeping?"
Wen Baozhu raised her face and tried to find his eyes in the dark to confirm whether he really had night vision.
"I just didn't expect that I could change Mr. Fu's mind."
She could clearly feel that the man wanted to go further.
But for her, he chose to compromise and respect.
Unexpectedly that was the reason, Fu Lian laughed. "I've told you before that I don't like to force others."
Moreover, being rejected by her was also within his expectation.
His Baozhu was delicate and fragile. How could she bear his storm?
So many years of forbearance and waiting had already made him used to delayed gratification. He was not eager for immediate results.
It was the same with Wen Baozhu.
Her reaction today was already a big surprise to him.
He had time to wait for her to take the initiative to open her legs and accept him, rather than passively please him.
Rather than controlling the body, what he wanted to hold was the heart.
The man's firm arm wrapped around her waist and hugged her tightly. He was infatuated with this soft body.
Thanks to her interruption, his brief drowsiness faded a little.
Knowing that the little bird in his arms was also awake, he said, "Since my father passed away and Fu Nian quit, leaving me to take care of the Fu Corporation, there have been countless eyes watching me. In fact, I rarely have real time to rest."
Wen Baozhu listened silently.
"But since I met Baozhu, I've been lucky to have a safe haven to rest."
This haven didn't refer to the villa he bought in his private name.
It referred to her.
She was his haven to rest.
"But recently you've been unhappy. I'm really worried." He gently pinched her face with his fingertips. "I often wonder why my little bird has such a bad temper?"
"Not like a swan, but like a sparrow."
Sparrows are birds with a strong temper. They may choose to die to prove their will if they are caged by humans for just one night.
"Birds with a strong temper won't live long, but I want my Baozhu to live a long life and accompany me through these difficult years."
Rarely showing his weakness, he slightly bent his index finger and scraped the bridge of her nose with his fingertip. "I don't know how to make you happy, but I really want you to get better soon."
Among these countless sweet words, she didn't know which one was his sincere words and which one was his sugar - coated bullet.
Wen Baozhu was lost in the fog and couldn't tell the truth from the false.
But she also understood that with Fu Lian's noble status and growing up in a wealthy family, how could he have the experience and means to please others?
If he really did, it was unlikely that he couldn't get his parents' love.
He said she had a strong temper. Wasn't he too proud?
They were just the same.
Maybe it was already very rare for him to take the initiative to confess his thoughts and shortcomings to her.
Wen Baozhu chose to give in.
"Mr. Fu, have you forgotten? I was smiling just now."
Fu Lian paused for a moment and asked, "Why did you suddenly say this?"
"Actually, I've figured it out during this period. The departure of some people may not necessarily be a loss; it may also be that they want to teach me new lessons."
"So, what lesson have you learned?"
Wen Baozhu closed her eyes and said softly, "If you can't hold on to your own things tightly, there will always be someone to take them away."
In this world of the survival of the fittest, her gentleness was undoubtedly fragile, useless, and even vulnerable.
She always had to build an armor to guard her softness.
And never allow anyone to invade again.