C18

Fu Yating walked under the shower, his hand already on his button.

You, you, you, you …" "Ah …

It was too late for her to put on her clothes. Song Wanqing was ready to run out, but she forgot that she was not wearing her shoes yet. There was still water on the bathroom floor.

The towel wrapped around her body fell to the ground due to the fall. There was no cover around her at all.

This time, Song Wanqing screamed even louder.

"Ah …"

Fu Yanting looked calm and collected, but his gaze was fixated on Song Wanqing.

"You're not allowed to look!"

After being stared at by Fu Ting in such a manner, Song Xianqing's face turned red. At the same time, she hastily pulled over the towel in an attempt to cover her body.

The sound of the bathroom was heard outside the house as the servant asked, "Young Master, Young Mistress, what's wrong?"

"We're fine."

Song Wanqing was afraid that the servants would barge in and hurriedly answer.

Fortunately, they were separated by the door, so the servant did not hear it clearly from outside. Thus, he did not pursue the matter further.

It was not easy for the towel to cover her body, but Song Wanqing did not dare to get up. This was because Fu Ting was right beside her. Once she stood up, she would be gone. And now, her buttocks hurt so much. If she continued to be in such a stalemate, it would be very troublesome.

Song Wanqing was so conflicted that her eyebrows started to furrow. On the other hand, since Fu Yanting didn't seem like he was going to move at all, she started to panic.

"Can't you go out first? I beg of you. "

"Beg me? "Song Wanqing, do you need to repeat what I just said?"

In the past, Song Xianqing's understanding of Fu Yating was limited to the few times she had met him and Song Qinglan's flaunting of her skills.

Although she knew that Fu Zating was not a gentle man, his coldness was beyond her imagination.

Even though they had come into intimate contact, this was the first time they had been seen naked like this.

Song Wanqing bit her lips. Although she was unwilling, she still got up in the end. On the other hand, Fu Ting's gaze showed no signs of hiding his intentions. Song Xianqing's heart was filled with shame and indignation, but he could do nothing to Fu Zating. He could only wrap his body up quickly and walk outside.

"Your dry body with the body of a bean sprout is really unattractive. I'll have to trouble you to close the door behind you. Also, go to the guest room to sleep. "

Song Wanqing's feet stiffened as she lowered her head to look at her figure. She admitted that her figure was not as good as Song Qinglan's. However, she was a woman after all. What did Fu Yating mean by his words just now?

It was not easy for her to feel that the distance between her and Fu Yanting had grown closer. Now, it seemed that she was just overthinking things.

After marrying into the Fu Family, Song Xianqing had even prepared some dowry using the spare flowers he had saved over the years, including some mid-grade clothing. The money she'd saved had also been used up by this marriage.

Song Wanqing tidied up her clothes in disappointment and went to the guest room.

In fact, the guest room was just next to Fu Yating's room. However, even though they were separated by a wall, Song Shiqing still felt that the distance between her and Fu Yanting was very far.

After putting on her sleepiness, Song Wanqing didn't even have the mood to dry her hair as she just sat by the bed in a daze.

At this moment, Fu Zating was washing his body with cold water in the bathroom of the room next door.

Damn it! Luckily, he had managed to push the woman away just now. Otherwise, he wouldn't even know what to say if she saw this scene. He thought he had good self-control.