I fell in love with my nemesis after rebirth

Chapter 49 I am here

Fu Yiwen almost stopped breathing for half a beat, his arms around Sheng Xuehe's waist tightened a little, and then he said in a hoarse voice, "No, I'll go to the toilet for a while and I'll be fine."

Fu Yiwen didn't want to ask Sheng Xuehe to do this kind of thing for him at this time, no matter how it was done, it was too hasty and rude.

The stay lasted for 15 minutes. Shengxuehe's room was sound-proofed well, so I couldn't hear the restroom. I occasionally went to the corridor to listen to the discussion downstairs. It seemed that I was deciding on the style of the engagement banquet.

After another 5 minutes, Fu Yiwen still hadn't come out of the bathroom.

The door in the room is like a snake imprisoning the Garden of Eden, tempting Sheng Xuehe to do something he shouldn't do.

In fact, Sheng Xuehe couldn't understand Fu Yiwen's hesitation. Although he is physically in shape now, he is mentally old enough to start a family.

He is not a child who is ignorant of world affairs, of course he has learned about these things, although his interest is not strong, but he will have them.

Moreover, Sheng Xuehe has also taken physiology classes, knowing that the higher the Alpha level, the more difficult it is to solve this problem by himself.

...Especially in his bathroom, there are many personal items, all of which are stained with pheromone.

Fu Yiwen went in in a hurry, without bothering to lock the door, or, he never thought that Sheng Xuehe would come in.

When he finally finished, the warm light from the bedroom cleared the darkened bathroom.

Their eyes met, like a giant clock vibrating in their eyes, and even their hearts couldn't help beating faster.

Sheng Xuehe's gaze moved down slowly, and in his gaze, the signs that had finally faded revived again.

All efforts were lost.

The warm light in the bedroom was cut off, followed by the sound of the door being locked.

Fu Yiwen saw Sheng Xuehe's long eyelashes trembling slightly, and curled up his fingers hanging by his side, as if nervous.

As Shengxuehe approached, the knots of the pajama pants were slowly loosened, and the silk fabric slid down along the steps, revealing a light gray edge.

"Let me do it."

They were very close, Sheng Xuehe put his hands on the marble table, lowered his head slightly because of embarrassment, not daring to look at the scene in the mirror.

Fu Yiwen's shoulders were close to him, holding his side waist at the same time, the bleeding ears flickered in the swaying hair, and finally the hair was messy, and his breathing began to be disordered.

Pajamas pursue loose styles, and it is precisely because of this that Fu Yiwen can take in the scenery at a glance.

This visual impact is too strong.

Fu Yiwen really wanted to kiss him, but his instinct made him do so.

In the mirror, Sheng Xuehe was pinched and turned his chin, almost forced to cover his lips.

But it was difficult to find the center of gravity in such movements, and Fu Yiwen didn't intend to stop, so he was a little unsteady.

So hot……

Sheng Xuehe is not used to turning on the heating temperature very high, the bathroom is bright enough and the ventilation is strong enough, but he still feels hot.

The skin was burned hotly, as if the skin had been broken.

"Fu Yiwen, you..." Sheng Xuehe said intermittently, "Why haven't you recovered yet?"

He really doesn't understand, isn't this kind of thing very fast?

Fu Yiwen kissed his forehead, his voice was still hoarse, mixed with a strong sense of dissatisfaction: "Are you tired?"

"..."

"No."

In this life, Sheng Xuehe valued his physical fitness very much. Of course, this level is not considered tiring, but it just feels strange.

Heartbeat accelerated, breathing was disordered, as if something was faintly on the verge of losing control.

Sheng Xuehe didn't like the feeling of "out of control".

Unpredictably turned around and picked him up, Fu Yiwen took a disposable towel and threw it on the marble countertop, and put him on the marble countertop again. The feeling of uneasiness grew stronger, and Sheng Xuehe subconsciously grabbed Fu Yiwen's shoulder.

"Fu..." Sheng Xuehe wanted to pretend to be angry, and warned Fu Yiwen not to mess around.

Perhaps the fiancé was too ruthless, he could only make a pitiful nasal sound.

"... Strange news."

The beautiful eyes were foggy, Sheng Xuehe opened his lips in confusion, but there was only a cloud of white steam.

Fu Yiwen kissed away the teardrops from the corners of his eyes, stuck his fingers between his fingers, clasped them tightly, and replied softly: "I'm here."

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