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Walking to the center of the yard, he stretched out his hand and pulled Su Yun into his arms.

Su Yun was stunned. Before she could react, Fu Yichen lowered his head and kissed her lips.

The kiss was gentle as usual, but it also had a different meaning than usual, as if it wanted to confirm something through this kiss, and it also seemed to silently express care and love.

At first, Su Yun's body stiffened slightly, as what happened last night lingered in her mind, making her feel guilty.

But soon, she closed her eyes and responded to Fu Yichen's kiss.

She put her arms around Fu Yichen's neck and stood on tiptoe to get closer to him, wanting to make the kiss more natural and not let Fu Yichen notice her panic.

Fu Yichen felt Su Yun's response, and he increased the strength in his hands, hugging her tighter, as if he wanted to merge her into his body.

The kiss gradually became more passionate. As they rolled over and rubbed against each other, their breathing became rapid and their warm breath sprayed on Su Yun's face. The ambiguous atmosphere in the courtyard became more and more intense.

After a long time, Fu Yichen let go of Su Yun, looked at her with blushing cheeks and affectionate eyes, stroked her hair, and said in a hoarse voice: "Xiao Yun, no matter what happens, you have to stay by my side."

His words were filled with unquestionable expectations and hidden worries. He was really afraid of losing her.

Su Yun lowered his head, avoiding his fiery and affectionate gaze, and nodded in response: "Yichen, I will, don't think too much."

Although the voice was soft, it was remarkably firm, and the trembling ending revealed the restless emotions in his heart.

Fu Yichen frowned, noticing something strange in her words. He didn't want to ruin the rare warmth, so he suppressed his uneasiness and took Su Yun's hand, saying, "The flowers in the courtyard are blooming beautifully today. You will like them."

Su Yun followed his footsteps. The sun shone down, warm and cozy. A breeze blew by, bringing bursts of floral fragrance, the scent of various flowers intertwined.

Su Yun had no intention of appreciating the scenery. His mind was still on the intimacy just now and what happened last night. He felt as if a heavy stone was pressing on his heart.

Fu Yichen was immersed in the atmosphere. As he walked, he introduced the newly transplanted flower species and pointed to a bunch of flowers. He said, "Xiaoyun, look at this flower. It's a treasure I found by chance a few days ago. The flowers are brightly colored, with layers of petals, so gorgeous that they are dripping with beauty. When it blooms fully, it will add a lot of color to the yard."

Su Yun perked up, looked in the direction, and responded with a forced smile: "Well, it is indeed beautiful. You are thoughtful."

Her eyes fell on the flowers, but her thoughts drifted away. She subconsciously followed Fu Yichen's steps and walked slowly in the yard. The relationship between the two seemed harmonious, but in fact, subtle changes were quietly taking place, as if there was a veil between their hearts, waiting to be unveiled.

As they walked, Fu Yichen stopped and turned to look at Su Yun. With a probing look in his eyes, he asked seriously, "Xiao Yun, you are worried today. Did you not get enough rest, or are you hiding something from me?"

Su Yun's heart tightened, and he quickly shook his head to deny: "No, no, Yichen, I just woke up, I'm confused, nothing's on my mind."

She tried her best to keep her voice steady and natural, but Fu Yichen still saw through her evasive look.

Fu Yichen looked at her deeply, and stopped asking questions. He just held her hand tightly, as if silently indicating that he would be by her side no matter what.

After Fu Yichen and Su Yun took a walk in the courtyard, they went straight back to the bedroom.

As soon as he stepped into the room and the door closed, the complex emotions that had been hidden in Fu Yichen's deep eyes instantly poured out like a flood, turning into an extremely strong desire and a domineering attitude that would not be disobeyed.

There was an almost paranoid possessiveness in his eyes, as if Su Yun was his unique and rare treasure that could only be firmly controlled in his hands, with no possibility of escape.

Before Su Yun had the chance to react, Fu Yichen reached out like a swift cheetah, grabbed Su Yun's wrist with irresistible force, and pulled hard. Su Yun crashed into his strong arms without any resistance.

Su Yun felt dizzy, and before she could say anything, Fu Yichen had already lowered his head domineeringly and kissed her lips fiercely in an almost predatory manner.

This kiss lacked the usual gentleness and tenderness. Instead, it was as passionate and powerful as a storm, as if it wanted to devour everything about Su Yun and make her a part of itself completely.

Fu Yichen's hands were like two iron hoops, tightly imprisoning Su Yun's body. No matter how she struggled and twisted, he did not move at all, leaving her no chance to escape even a little.

Su Yun was frightened by this sudden and violent action. Her eyes widened with fear and panic, and she subconsciously began to struggle hard, desperately pushing Fu Yichen's chest with both hands, trying to break free from his embrace that was like a solid wall of steel. She begged with tears in her mouth, "Yichen, don't do this, let me go!"

However, Fu Yichen seemed to have not heard her words at all, and turned a deaf ear to her struggles and pleas. Instead, the strength in his hands became stronger and stronger, making Su Yun's wrist hurt. The strength seemed to be warning her that resistance was pointless and she could only obey.

Fu Yichen's kiss became more eager and crazy. His lips pressed hard against Su Yun's, rolling and rubbing against each other with an unquestionable arrogance, as if declaring his supreme sovereignty to Su Yun.

Then, his kisses moved down along Su Yun's cheeks and neck. Wherever he went, he either bit lightly or sucked hard, leaving deep and shallow marks. Those were clearly his exclusive marks. He wanted to use this method to let the whole world know that Su Yun belonged to him, Fu Yichen, and no one else could get even a little bit of her.

Su Yun's body trembled violently under his strong attack, and her breathing became rapid and disordered. Her eyes were filled with tears, which slid down her cheeks and dripped onto the pillowcase, leaving a small wet mark.

But Fu Yichen completely ignored her feelings. His hands were like flexible and domineering snakes. He quickly and roughly untied the laces of Su Yun's clothes. With a "hiss", the clothes were torn open by him, and Su Yun's fair and delicate skin was exposed to the air without reservation. Under the dim candlelight in the room, it glowed with a heart-throbbing luster, but this further stimulated the fire of desire in Fu Yichen's eyes, making it burn more vigorously.

Fu Yichen's eyes were fiery and deep, filled with naked desire and extremely paranoid love. He pushed Su Yun heavily onto the bed without any explanation, and then pounced on her like a hungry wolf, his body tightly covering Su Yun. The moment their skin touched, Su Yun clearly felt his scorching body temperature and his heart beating like a drum. The rhythm seemed to be urging him to completely possess the person in front of him as soon as possible, so that she could no longer escape from his control.

Su Yun was still struggling desperately. She looked at Fu Yichen with tears in her eyes, which were full of pleading and helplessness. She was like a lamb to be slaughtered, weak and pitiful.

But Fu Yichen seemed to be completely possessed by the paranoid thoughts in his heart. He stared into Su Yun's eyes with an irresistible determination. His voice was low and hoarse, but with an unquestionable command tone, he said coldly in her ear: "Xiao Yun, you can't escape. You are mine in life and my ghost in death. You can only belong to me. Don't ever think of getting rid of me."

After saying that, he kissed Su Yun fiercely again. There was a sense of punishment in that kiss, as if he was blaming her for her resistance just now, and as if he was venting the unspeakable uneasiness and possessiveness deep in his heart.

As the clothes were taken off one by one, the two of them were completely honest with each other. Fu Yichen's movements were eager and rough, and every move showed his extremely domineering character. But in this seemingly unkind process, his obsessive love for Su Yun that was deep in his bones was faintly revealed.

In this way, in this atmosphere filled with love, struggle and strong oppression, they completed the most intimate yet somewhat painful in-depth communication.

The bed creaked violently under the intense movements of the two, as if it was groaning in pain, and their intertwined heavy breathing, Su Yun's suppressed sobs, and Fu Yichen's occasional low growls, intertwined in this closed room, filling the entire space with a complex and strong atmosphere, which seemed to tell the story of this twisted and passionate emotional entanglement.

I don't know how long it took before this intense and almost out-of-control fight finally subsided.

Fu Yichen still hugged Su Yun tightly, with such strength that he seemed to squeeze her into his body. His chin rested on the top of Su Yun's head, his eyes slightly closed, and his chest heaved violently, as if he was trying to calm his still difficult emotions.

Su Yun's eyes were already red and swollen from crying. She curled up in Fu Yichen's arms weakly and helplessly like a wounded bird, her body still trembling slightly. Everything she had just experienced was like a nightmare to her, and the aftermath of the nightmare still lingered in her heart, unable to dissipate for a long time.

Aside from the two people's still-unsteady breathing, the entire room was filled with a suffocating silence, as if everything that had just happened had already drawn a bloody and difficult-to-heal wound between them, tinging their seemingly beautiful relationship with a complex and heavy color.