Falling in Love With My Arranged-Marriage Husband-Chapter 98 - 73: You Can Be Willful With Me

Chapter 98 -73: You Can Be Willful With Me

The office, already occupied by only the two of them, became completely silent because of Ji Sang’s words.

Fu Yisi looked up at the woman close to him, his eyes already dark and deep, now resembling an ancient deep pool, seemingly calm on the surface, but only Fu Yisi knew how tumultuous it was beneath.

He locked his gaze tightly on the small woman in his arms, as if to confirm whether the words he had just heard were merely an illusion.

Yet, the woman who usually blushed shyly at his slightest tease, now boldly met his gaze, her beautiful eyes cautious yet mostly filled with determination.

It was not easy for such an insecure little woman to say such words with such confidence.

The man suddenly felt thirsty, his sexy Adam’s apple bobbing, his voice hoarse,

“Ji Sang”

“You finally asked this question.”

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this question?”

“Yes, I like you, Ji Sang, so you should behave and be Fu Yisi’s wife, okay?”

“Here with me, you can be capricious, you can make trouble, I can spoil you.”

“Don’t be too scared, Ji Sang, I’ve never had expectations for relationships, but I see a promising future between us.”

“Anyway, we have to be together in the future, so why not like each other?”

“If you are scared, I will walk in front of you, love you first, like you first.”

“You just need to bravely follow behind me, even if you are many steps behind, I will patiently wait.”

“But….”

Fu Yisi’s eyes darkened slightly,

“Remember, you can only belong to Fu Yisi, right here.”

The man pointed at Ji Sang’s heart,

“Only I can be here, understand?”

Ji Sang didn’t blink for a moment, his eyes moving from satisfaction to seriousness to deep affection to… almost obsessively stubborn.

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He said he had been waiting for her words—does that mean everything he had done before was to make her feel secure by his side?

It was rare for Fu Yisi to speak so much, and especially so much sweet talk.

“Fu Yisi”

Ji Sang spoke softly,

“Hmm?”

“I really like you too.”

After speaking, Ji Sang blushed and leaned down to kiss Fu Yisi’s thin lips.

Sister once said that men with thin lips are fickle, but everyone only remembers the first part and forgets the second:

Once they fall in love, they are deeper than anyone else.

She thinks, Fu Yisi must be such a person.

Ji Sang’s kiss was very awkward, almost just lips touching, clumsily nibbling and rubbing. The man’s eyes suddenly deepened, darkened,

Letting her kiss him like this.

From his angle, he could only see Ji Sang’s slightly trembling eyelashes.

It’s strange, though it was an incredibly inexperienced kiss, he was extraordinarily infatuated.

Just as Ji Sang was about to give up on the kiss, Fu Yisi raised his hand, pressing down on the back of her head, taking the initiative.

In this aspect, the man seemed to have a natural understanding, with one hand pressing on Ji Sang’s head, the other on her waist.

Both understood each other’s feelings, making this kiss more profound than any before.

Fu Yisi kissed as if he wanted to break Ji Sang into his bones, with surprising force, yet Ji Sang was still concerned about the wound in his palm.

The bandage had just been removed, and it hadn’t been treated yet. How could he exert such force now?

Ji Sang’s brows furrowed, her hand patting the man’s shoulder, but he caught her hand.

It was his injured left hand.

Skin touching skin, Ji Sang could feel even more clearly the slipperiness in his palm.

That was blood.

“Fu… Yisi, you… you’re bleeding, stop.”

Ji Sang began to struggle, but the man intensified his grip.

“Don’t move”

Fu Yisi spoke hoarsely, suddenly biting Ji Sang’s lips fiercely.

Ji Sang dared not move anymore.

Compared to the previous time in the bathroom, she felt it more clearly and profoundly today.

Fu Yisi also didn’t dare to continue questioning and just held Ji Sang tightly in his embrace.

After a while, Ji Sang said softly,

“Your hand is bleeding, it needs to be treated.”

The man suddenly laughed, leaned his chin on Ji Sang’s shoulder, and bit her shoulder through a thin layer of clothing.

“Pay more attention when kissing next time.”

Ji Sang: …

When her emotions had nearly recovered, Ji Sang tried to get down, but Fu Yisi still clasped her waist. Pretending to be casual, he toyed with the hair by her ear.

“Why did it take you so long to come?”

The question seemed abrupt, but Ji Sang understood.

“I drove as fast as I could, but it’s too far from the hospital.”

The man’s hand paused for a moment.

“Where?”

Ji Sang named a place, and Fu Yisi’s expression completely darkened.

“You rushed here in just half an hour, huh?”

His tone was light and bland, and even the look in his eyes was gentle, but somehow Ji Sang felt a hint of coldness in it.

She nodded unclearly.

Meanwhile, Ling Yuxuan, who was napping at home, suddenly kicked his legs and sneezed, groggily opening his eyes and muttering,

“Who’s thinking about this young master?”

After saying that, he drifted back to sleep.

Fu Yisi tidied Ji Sang’s hair, wiped the smeared lipstick from around her lips with his fingertips, and said softly,

“Whatever happens in the future, don’t drive too fast.”

Ji Sang said nothing, but the man was relentless. The hand circled around her waist began to tighten.

“Understood?”

“….”

“Even in this kind of situation?”

“Yes, never put yourself in a dangerous situation.”

Given her travel time, her speed definitely exceeded 100 mph just now.

“Oh”

Ji Sang murmured softly. She knew that if she didn’t agree, Fu Yisi wouldn’t easily let the topic drop.

But who knows when such situations will come?

At noon, Fu Yisi unexpectedly had twenty minutes to have lunch with Ji Sang. He originally wanted to take her to a restaurant near the hospital, but Ji Sang was curious about the hospital’s cafeteria.

“Since you don’t have much time, why not just eat here? I’ve never tried hospital food.”

Fu Yisi: …

“Idiot.”

The man tapped Ji Sang’s forehead.

“People usually don’t want to eat hospital food.”

The older generation believed that eating hospital food implied being sick. Although he didn’t believe it, if it was about Ji Sang, he was willing to believe it once.

“I’m with you, after all; I’m a staff family member.”

The open-hearted Ji Sang was livelier than usual, her eyes playfully sparkling. Fu Yisi’s heart softened, and he agreed.