Chapter 504 She Is Him, A Rose Planted in His Heart

old man."He glanced at him with a mixture of disdain and amusement, "If you think you can do better, go ahead.""Come on then, who are you afraid of, Xiong Ge"The black bear slammed the driver's side...Mùxīng lowered her eyes and pressed her phone, faintly saying: "Go ahead, I have something to deal with."

"When I was in country y, you always helped me wash."

When the man spoke, he leaned in closer.

A warm breath brushed against her neck, Mu Xing shifted uncomfortably, turning her head away. Her captivating eyes slanted towards the man beside her, "Aren't you almost recovered You can wash yourself."

"I still can't take a bath by myself. It hurts when I move the wound, it really does."

Fu Lingxiao's handsome brows furrowed slightly, his pale and handsome face with a touch of fragile vulnerability. His black eyes looked at her pitifully, and the big hand that held her waist gently rubbed it, "Yanyan, are you willing to let me love you..."

Little Uncle was a sadist with a high tolerance for pain. Mu Xingxin knew he was putting on an act of misery again, but she couldn't stand to see him like that. She grabbed his hand and said, "Alright, I'll help you wash."

She turned off the screen, put down her phone, and walked into the bathroom with the man. She helped him take off his jacket and had him sit on the pink stool. Then she took off the showerhead and bathed him.

Fu Lingxiao's lips curled into a slight arc.

He loved being cared for by Xing'er, because when she took care of him, her unconscious demeanor revealed a gentle and caring side, the closest to the Xing'er he once knew.

Only then would he feel that the distance between him and Xing'er wasn't so far.

As usual, she washed the man until only the important parts were left, Mu Xing handed him the showerhead and pulled open the bathroom door to leave, but was pulled back by the man who grabbed her waist.

"You're leaving before you finish washing me Huh"

Mu Xing lay half in the man's arms. The man's face was right in front of her, with delicate and three-dimensional features. His pale cheeks were dotted with a few glistening teardrops, and the dark hair on his forehead was also wet in a few strands, drooping slightly.

Those deep, dark eyes were clouded with a thin veil of mist, their light barely discernible, giving them an air of utter confusion.

Mù Xīng was made to tremble by his intense stare.

"Fu Lingxiao, don't push your luck."

She forced herself to stay calm and pushed him away, but her hand was pinned to his chest by his large palm.

The man lowered his head, his dark eyes drawing closer, so focused, so aggressive.

Mùxīng almost instinctively held her breath, only feeling his increasingly close breaths and the rich scent of ebony sandalwood.

Sexy...beyond words.

"Smoke..."

A man's voice called softly.

Mu Xing was dazed, still not reacting, when a warm kiss landed on her brow.

Her thin lips slowly moved downward, landing on her eyelids, nose, and finally settling on her lips, deepening gradually...

Mu Xing felt herself melting. She squinted, chasing the man's scent, but his teasingly thin lips suddenly moved away. She opened her eyes in confusion and met a pair of smiling black eyes.

The man's thin lips curled slightly, "Now the one who wants to push their luck is you, Yanyan."

Damn it!

Bewitched by my uncle's masculinity again!

Mu Xing woke up and angrily struggled to get out of the man's embrace.

Fu Lingxiao looked at the little person in his arms, blushing and pouting, and couldn't help but chuckle softly, "Alright, I'm not teasing you anymore."

He held her close, leaning down to gently touch her nose and whispered, "I just want you to face your own heart honestly, Yanyan. Life is short, let's try to have as few regrets between us as possible, okay"

Their breaths mingled.

The distance was close, the pain in the man's eyes impossible to conceal.

Mu Xing's eyes welled up, she didn't hesitate at all, lifted her chin and主動ly kissed his thin lips: "Good."

The man's strength pressed her down, his broad palm cupping the back of her head, forcefully taking her breath...

The sound of the shower water drowned out the soft, muffled moans between their lips. The temperature inside the shower stall was steadily rising...

The man's body was burning hot...

In a daze, Mu Xing suddenly remembered the toxicology report that Shen Lue had shown her before. Temperature has a certain effect on toxins, and high body temperature can accelerate the spread of toxins.

She suddenly pulled herself away from that intoxicated state, cupped the man's face and pushed him away, "No, we can't go on like this…"

A humid breath painted his pallid face with a flush of blood, the faint crimson adding a touch of allure to his clean-cut features. He resembled a solitary figure from the clouds who had been drawn into the earthly realm.

His dark eyes were glistening as he looked at her, his breath hitching with a hint of impatience: “I’m fine, Yanyan. I can.”

Mu Xing's cheeks flushed red. Of course, she knew her little uncle was fine, but she didn't want to tell him about the poison. She finally understood how her little uncle felt when he hid it from her.

How much self-control does it take to stop oneself in countless moving moments!

Mùxīng secretly admired her uncle, trying her best to calm herself down. "It's my problem, I don't want to."

One sentence of unwillingness made Fu Lingxiao instantly suppress all desire.

He was very determined to see his selfishness through, but he would never force himself on Xing'er.

After all, she was the treasure he held in his palm, the rose planted in his heart.

"You're okay, if you don't want us, then just forget it."

Fu Lingxiao gently kissed the girl's crimson lips and pulled a towel to wrap her up. "Take a bath," he said, stepping out.

He spoke softly, put Mu Xing down, and got up to leave.

Watching the man walk out of the bathroom, the door closed again, Mu Xing covered her chest and let out a long sigh of relief, she almost lost control…

When Mu Xing came out of the shower, Fu Lingxiao was leaning against the headboard, his dark eyes fixed on the phone in his hand.

At this time, the man had changed into a set of black satin pajamas. The neckline was slightly open, faintly revealing his chest muscles. His long and powerful fingers holding the phone, distinct bones glistened with a milky white glow under the light.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he looked up at her, putting his phone on the bedside table, "Yan Yan, I brought your pajamas."

Only then did Mu Xing notice that beside her uncle was a black suspender nightgown.

She didn't realize it until she picked it up and tried it on. The fabric was the same as her uncle’s, even the subtle patterns were identical.

What kind of couples' stuff, childish.

Mu Xing's lips curled into a slight smile as she put on her pajamas, took off the bath towel underneath and placed it aside. Turning around, she found that the man had already pulled back the covers and was looking at her with a smiling gaze.

She knew her uncle's eyes weren't actually clear, but his gaze was so gentle and intense, it made people's hearts race.

"What am I doing like this"

Mu Xing slightly shifted her gaze, lay down on the bed, and the next second, she was pulled over and held in the man's arms.

He gently kissed her earlobe and whispered in her ear, "How can my baby be so beautiful I can't get enough of looking at you. What should I do..."

A sudden "baby," made Mu Xing's eyes instantly redden.

She buried her face in the man's chest, concealing the emotions that were about to break free, "…Aren't you tired Go to sleep and turn off the lights."

Fu Lingxiao reached out and turned off the lights, embracing the soft body of the girl in his arms in the darkness, falling asleep with her.

The full-level cute little darling of Daddy Fu who is super fierce in a fight. started the engine and asked Shen Qiong, "Is there anywhere you want to go play"Shen Qiong clutched her helmet with both hands, her whole body stiff and tense. It wasn't until she heard the man's que...