This was not the first time the two had sex after their divorce, but that time she was drunk, and Shiyang could use her drunkenness as a fig leaf.
This time, she and Fu Jingchuan had a relationship while awake.
It was a bit like the first time for both of them.
It was also this kind of night, and this kind of gaze suddenly caused him to lose control, until he finally got out of hand.
She and Fu Jingchuan have a fatal attraction for each other's bodies.
Shiyang didn't know if this was the effect of hormones.
A typhoon, a lonely man or a woman, a hotel room, any number of factors may cause a person to lose control.
Neither she nor Fu Jingchuan could control it.
It's just that how out of control I was at night, I feel so embarrassed now.
Especially when she was held in Fu Jingchuan's arms, under the quilt...
Shiyang secretly glanced at the bathrobes lying on the sofa. Men's and women's styles were piled up in a haphazard pile, mixed with underwear. They had obviously been thrown over in a hurry.
Some inappropriate scenes also supplemented this memory.
Shi Yang silently reached out to cover his face, grabbed the quilt with his hands and turned around silently, not wanting to face her.
Fu Jingchuan also coughed slightly and turned his back, then sat up.
"I asked the hotel to bring breakfast. Get up and wash up first."
He said, his voice low and calm, no different from usual.
If he hadn't been married for two years and already knew Fu Jingchuan to some extent, it would be difficult for Shiyang to connect the calm and self-possessed man in front of him with the man who lost control of his enthusiasm at night.
"Um."
Shiyang responded softly, turning her back to him without turning around. The matter of a divorced couple having sex again was more embarrassing than anything else.
Fu Jingchuan said no more.
The rustling sound of dressing came from behind.
Shiyang restrained himself and didn't look back. He didn't let out a breath until the bathroom door opened and closed, then glanced towards the bathroom.
Fu Jingchuan was brushing his teeth. His tall and straight figure was imprinted on the frosted glass by the light. He looked calm and calm, without any loss of control last night.
Shiyang turned his eyes away silently, stood up under the quilt and tried to put on his clothes.
But the bathrobe and the clothes underneath were all there, and the clothes underneath were thrown away in the heat.
Shiyang put on the bathrobe, carefully bent down to look for it, but before she could find it, the sound of the bathroom door opening came from behind. Shiyang stood up in shock, grabbed the bathrobe with both hands, wrapped it up, and quickly tied the laces.
Fu Jingchuan came out of the bathroom just as the laces of his bathrobe were almost knotted.
Shiyang subconsciously raised his left arm and moved it over his right shoulder, pretending to arrange his hair to hide his discomfort.
The thick slightly curly hair that was spread over her shoulders was lifted up, revealing a small part of her fair and slender neck.
Fu Jingchuan looked up and saw the dark red hickeys on her fair neck, and his dark eyes darkened.
Shiyang's mind was entirely focused on the clothes he had not finished sorting out in time, and she smiled awkwardly at him: "Have you finished washing?"
"Um."
Fu Jingchuan responded lightly, looking away from the kiss mark on her neck.
There were also large marks on her chest.
Because she raised her arms slightly, the neckline of the bathrobe with a wide-cut design was opened, revealing a large area of fair skin.
The traces of bruises are densely packed, all left from the unknown entanglement last night.
Shiyang finally noticed that something was wrong with Fu Jingchuan's eyes, and subconsciously looked down along his line of sight. At a glance, he saw the opened collar in front and a large area of fair skin.
"boom……"
Heat rushed up to his cheeks quickly, so hot that Shiyang's body stiffened.
She raised her hand to hold her collar in embarrassment and coughed lightly.
"Well...I'm going to wash up first."
She spoke awkwardly, turned and walked to the balcony, trying to take her clothes out of the dryer and put them on.
She didn't notice that the belt that was hastily tied around her waist was slightly loosened by the action of pressing her chest just now.
Fu Jingchuan noticed.
"etc."
He stopped her.
"Um?"
Shiyang looked back at him in confusion, with puzzled eyes.
Fu Jingchuan didn't say anything. He walked towards her and stood in front of her. Under her confused eyes, he pushed away her hair on her shoulders with both hands. He lifted the bathrobe up by the shoulders and grabbed it again. The fabric on both sides of her neckline crossed and closed, and the slightly open neckline was closed instantly. Only then did he look at the shaky tie around her waist.
Shiyang instinctively lowered his eyes. When he saw the loose knot on the lace, he felt embarrassed again and was a little overwhelmed. He could only watch motionless as the two hands with clear joints on the lace were skillfully holding it. The lace was re-knotted.
A very nice and strong bow.
Shiyang couldn't help but glance at Fu Jingchuan.
Fu Jingchuan was sorting out the wrinkles on the bow, his calm face serious and gentle.
Shiyang's mood was a little complicated for a while.
