Fu Zhengzheng takes his hand off and says scornfully too, “You should say: do you hate our Han family so much?”

Han Siqi frowns. “Sounds like the truth.”

“It is the truth.”

“Fu Zhengzheng, I really underestimated you.”

Seeing Han Siqi grinding his teeth, Fu Zhengzheng deliberately annoys him by saying laughingly, “Thank you for your praise.”

Han Siqi stares at Fu Zhengzheng, seemingly suppressing his anger. He speaks after a long time, “My second elder brother is not suitable for you.”

“Qiao Keren is not suitable for you either.” Fu Zhengzheng answers without even thinking about who is his second elder brother.

“I know.”

“You know?” Fu Zhengzheng questions, “Why do you still date her?”

Xu Yan said that Han Siqi was unwilling to get engaged, but it seems that he and Qiao Keren get along well, so she is somewhat confused.

“It is my business.”

Cold words again!

Fu Zhengzheng turns around and says coldly, “Do you think I would like to care about your business? Nonsense. Who do you think you are?”

Han Siqi grabs her arm and pulls Fu Zhengzheng, who is giving a gasp, into his arms.

Han Siqi then quickly pushes her aside to take off her pajamas.

Fu Zhengzheng gets rid of his hands in surprise, and covers tightly the buttons in front of her chest with her hands as if facing an enemy. Then she yells, “Hey, what do you want to do? Don’t move, or I won’t be easy on you!”

“Don’t move!” Han Siqi commands in a low voice and then brushes back her hair. “Don’t wake up Xingxing.”

“If you don’t touch me, I won’t make noise!” She is still defending her chest.

Han Siqi looks at her and says nothing more. He suddenly lets go his hold and then turns and goes out.

Fu Zhengzheng sighs with relief and sits down.

Shame on you! You want to take advantage of my difficulties!

Compared with Ji Muxian, Han Siqi is so morally corrupt!

However, just when she calms down, Han Siqi goes back again!

Fu Zhengzheng feels like facing a formidable enemy once again, but she sees a medicine kit in his hand.

That is why he asked her to strip. She originally thought…

She is a little embarrassed.

“Take off your clothes and sit down!” He commands.

Fu Zhengzheng takes off her clothes and sits down obediently.

After seeing Xu Yan and Xiao Yicheng off, she was busy looking after Fu Xing and forgot to apply medicine for herself.

Draping the clothes that she just undressed over her shoulders, Han Siqi opens the medicine kit, takes out a cotton swab and gentian violet and puts them on the table. Then he bends down slightly and tries to brush back her bangs, but the thick bangs are not tractable at all.

Having understand his intention, Fu Zhengzheng points at the dressing table and says, “There are rubber bands over there.”

Han Siqi takes a rubber band and ties her bangs in a small braid.

Feeling his clumsiness, she chuckles.

“Don’t move!” It is still a hegemonic command, but this time she feels it is more pleasant to the ear and can’t help smiling.

Han Siqi takes a cotton swab with gentian violet and carefully applies it to the little scratch on her forehead. “It will be a little painful. Bear with it.”

Fu Zhengzheng laughs again.

As she tilts her head, the cotton swab in Han Siqi’s hand falls in a wrong place. He straightens up and stares at her, saying, “Tsk, don’t move!”

But Fu Zhengzheng can’t help laughing. “Master, this is gentian violet, not hydrogen peroxide. How can it hurt me? Do you have common sense?”

Besides, hasn’t he seen any minor injuries like this? When she was in the police academy, it was no big deal.

Looking at the label on the bottle, Han Siqi gets an unnatural look. He changes a cotton swab with gentian violet and applies it to her back neck.

“No matter whether it hurts or not, it is always good to be prepared early.”

“Won’t you be afraid of the worst result as long as you have prepared for the worst, even if you don’t like it?”

Fu Zhengzheng’s implied meaning makes Han Siqi frown, but unexpectedly, he doesn’t argue with her. Instead, he continues looking carefully for wounds on her.

After applying medicine to her head and neck, he sits down beside her, lifts her wrist and treats the last wound.

His attentive manner makes Fu Zhengzheng feel warm and sweet.

She feels good when they don’t quarrel. Of course, it would be better if there was no Qiao Keren.

She has thought too much, hasn’t she?

After applying medicine, Han Siqi puts down the cotton swab, but continues to hold her wrist, and gently blows two breaths before putting it down.

“Don’t move!” He stops Fu Zhengzheng who is going to go to bed, “Don’t get the gentian violet everywhere. It is dirty.”

“Dirty?” She deliberately smears her hand with gentian violet on him. “Ouch—”

The rub of the wound makes her groan softly. She just wanted to smear the gentian violet on him, but she forgot that the gentian violet was used to clean the wound for her.

“Silly woman!” Han Siqi has grabbed her hand and examined it carefully. Seeing that it doesn’t deteriorate, he slowly puts it down.

“Hey, you have got gentian violet on you.” Looking at the stain of gentian violet on his habitually tidy clothes, Fu Zhengzheng warns him.

“Good.” He gets up to pour tea.

“You have got gentian violet on you!” Thinking that he hasn’t heard her clearly, she raises her voice to warm him.

“Good.”

“What is good?”

“It looks good.”

“What the hell looks good?” After saying that, Fu Zhengzheng can’t help laughing.

Bringing the cup to her, he suddenly says, “Your head looks good.”

After a sip of tea, she curses, “Pig’s head looks good.”

“It looks not as good as yours” Han Siqi, who is suppressing his laughter, brings over a small mirror on the dressing table.

When Fu Zhengzheng sees dozens of irregular purple patterns on her face and the extremely ugly braid, Fu Zhengzheng shouts angrily, “You intentionally make a fool of me!”

“Make a fool of you?” Han Siqi raises his eyebrows and smiles wickedly. He stretches out his hand and presses her on the bed. “How did I make a fool of you? Like this?”

Fu Zhengzheng rolls down the bed. When he turns around and sits down, she places one of her legs on his thigh and holds his face with her hands, rubbing her face against his. “How dare you make a fool of me!”

When Han Siqi’s face is finally full of purples stains, Fu Zhengzheng, afraid of waking up Fu Xing, covers her mouth to keep herself from laughing, and her fair face turns red.

Han Siqi touches his face and imagines that it must be “messy”, so he keeps a straight face “glaring” at her.

Fu Zhengzheng finally can’t bear it and rolls into the bed, buries her head in the quilt and laughs wildly. She can’t stop laughing for quite a while.

“Bang!” After a slap in the buttock, she pulls back the quilt and wants to curse him. She points at him while her stomach aches because of laughing, but can’t say a word for a long time.

He pulls her into his arms with his big hand and says, “How funny is that?”

“Uh…” Feeling that danger is approaching, she quickly wants to push him aside, but finds that her mouth is almost crooked and she has no strength because she laughs so wildly. At that moment, her whole body falls on his thigh.

“Don’t move!” He clasps his hands tightly on her arms.

When she meets his tender eyes, her smile is frozen.

Although her coat has been stripped, the temperature of her body rises sharply. Slowly, she drops her eyelids and gives up looking at him.

But he holds her chin and forces her to raise her eyelids.

“Look at me!”

She doesn’t do as he asked. She knows that his face and lips are approaching slowly. She wants to move but finds that her body goes limp and can’t resist him at all. She even has a little expectation, expecting the familiar smell to come closer and closer.

“Zhengzheng…” Sure enough, the voice that sounds somewhat like talking in sleep gets closer and closer.

She rarely hears him calling her like this, so she is kind of enjoying it.

“Call me.”

“Ah?”

“Call me.”

“Han…”

“No surname.”

“Uh, well, I can’t.”

“You can’t? I will punish you!”

Then Han Siqi’s wet lips approach.

“Hmm…”

Fu Zhengzheng doesn’t struggle or resist, and she just let him nibble and suck.

She also enjoys it.

It is not until a foreign object intrudes into her skirt that she suddenly wakes up and pushes him away.

However, he holds her tightly and refuses to let her leave his arms.

“Let me go! Did you hear that? Shame on you.”

Fu Zhengzheng struggles and scratches randomly while cursing in a low voice for fear of making too much noise and startling the people outside.

Seeing that Han Siqi doesn’t let go, she curses again, “Really shameless. You can’t move your footsteps when you see a beautiful woman.”

Looking at her braid, Han Siqi nods and says smilingly, “I can’t move my footsteps even if I don’t a beautiful woman.”

Understanding his ironic meaning, Fu Zhengzheng pulls down the rubber band and throws it to his face. “I am not kidding with you. Not every woman likes to go to bed with you.”

He pulls back Fu Zhengzheng, who just jumped out of him, and says in a low voice, “I am not kidding with you either. I…”

His mobile phone rings at an inappropriate time. He quickly releases her and goes to pick it up.

Seeing that the quilt on Fu Xing’s body moves slightly, Fu Zhengzheng quickly leans over and gently pats him on the chest. “Don’t be afraid, Xingxing. Mommy is here.”

When she turns around, Han Siqi has gone outside to answer the phone.

After a while, he comes in again, looking helpless. “I have something to deal with. You accompany Xingxing and have a good rest yourself.”

Then he leaves in a hurry.

Knowing that he is busy, Fu Zhengzheng doesn’t say anything. After watching Fu Xing breathe evenly again, she notices that it is more than four o’clock in the afternoon. She feels a little tired, so she lies down beside him and falls asleep unconsciously.

Until Chen Qiaolan wakes her up, “Zhengzheng, Zhengzheng, wake up quickly. Xingxing is feverish!”

Hearing that, Fu Zhengzheng suddenly sits up and touches Fu Xing’s forehead. Sure enough, it is really hot.

“39.7 degrees centigrade!” Chen Qiaolan hands the thermometer to her. “I am afraid he is ill with fright. Hurry up and take him to the hospital!”

Fu Zhengzheng puts on her clothes in a flurry and is ready to pick up Fu Xing.

Chen Qiaolan presses her hand anxiously. “It’s dark and snowing. How can you do it alone? How about calling Master Siqi?”

As Fu Zhengzheng looks at the clock, she finds that it is more than seven o’clock. She hurries to pick up her cellphone and call Han Siqi.

The phone rings for a long time before she gets through to him. “What’s the matter?”

Han Siqi says unhurriedly and tonelessly. Fu Zhengzheng’s heart sinks.