Falling in Love With My Arranged-Marriage Husband

Chapter 126: Chapter 100: Should… Should I help you?

Ji Sang’s eyes held a touch of confusion.

Just working at the TV station now made her feel somewhat restrained, although not tired, but she found it much harder compared to her previous freelance photography.

It was hard to imagine that Fu Yisi had to juggle two jobs at the same time. And both jobs were very demanding.

“Feeling distressed?”

Fu Yisi’s eyes and brows carried a hint of a smile.

He hadn’t expected to get a response from this ungrateful woman, but Ji Sang pursed her lips and looked straight at him.

“Mm.”

In an instant, the man’s mouth curved up, happy to see such a change in Ji Sang, and he leaned in to drop a kiss on her lips.

“Don’t worry, your husband has plenty of energy to cope.”

Ji Sang: …

Indeed, she seemed never to have seen Fu Yisi showing signs of fatigue, he had always seemed calm and composed.

…

Indeed, the elevator malfunction had given Ji Sang a real scare, and while Fu Yisi went in for a shower, she had already fallen asleep in bed without realizing it.

What Fu Yisi saw when he came out was just this scene.

On the wide bed, the woman was curled up, looking exceptionally thin. Her long hair was strewn over the pillow, with half of her face hidden under the blanket, revealing only her tightly closed eyes and furrowed brows.

The man’s eyebrows quivered slightly, and after idly rubbing his hair a few times, he sat on the bed.

Ji Sang seemed to sense his presence and moved closer to him.

Seeing the woman’s utterly insecure appearance, Fu Yisi’s eyes flashed with distress, as he lay down and hugged her tightly, patting her back gently.

Amazingly, Ji Sang, who had been tense the whole time, relaxed after Fu Yisi patted her a few times.

Fu Yisi lost his desire to sleep.

He remembered what Su Ge had said over the phone that day.

“By the way, Ah Shang is afraid of the dark, especially small, enclosed spaces. Once, when we changed campuses, the dormitory suddenly lost power while she was showering, and it took her a whole day to recover. It must be trauma left from the orphanage.”

The man bowed his head to look at the woman in his arms, his eyes full of tenderness. He reached out to smooth her furrowed brows, sighed softly, and wondered,

“What exactly happened back then?”

She remembers nothing, yet nightmares still haunt her.

In the middle of the night, Fu Yisi, who had just fallen into a light sleep, was awakened by the struggling person in his arms.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Fu Yisi became considerably more alert, looking at the woman in his arms who began to exhibit cold shivers.

“Ji Sang?”

“Wake up.”

Fu Yisi gently patted Ji Sang’s face, attempting to pull her out of her nightmare.

The sounds of noise, scolding, and crying mixed together. Ji Sang wanted to run away, to escape, but it was in vain. Just as she collapsed, covering her ears, a familiar voice suddenly came from the edge of the sky…

“Ji Sang? Wake up.”

“Ji Sang?”

“Ah Shang.”

…

Ji Sang slowly opened her eyes, her vision blurred, feeling only the familiar and comforting silhouette of the person in front of her.

Instinctively she reached out, and Fu Yisi, sensing her intention, took her hand and placed it on her face,

“It’s just a nightmare, okay? It’s alright now.”

The voice was also so familiar.

Ji Sang tried hard to blink, finally seeing Fu Yisi’s face clearly.

She breathed slightly, her chest heaving, and with a slight cry, she called out the man’s name,

“Fu Yisi.”

“Yeah, I’m here, it’s alright now.”

The man kissed Ji Sang’s hand repeatedly,

“Don’t be scared, it’s all just a nightmare, okay? I’m here.”

Under Fu Yisi’s repeated assurances, the sensation of being torn away and falling in the dream finally dissipated.

Ji Sang gasped for a large breath of air, relaxed her body, and leaned against the man.

She rubbed against him just like that for a few seconds and felt it was not enough. Ji Sang, relying solely on instinct, lifted her head to search for Fu Yisi’s lips. Fumbling, she nibbled around his jaw a few times.

Fu Yisi’s gaze darkened slightly as he tightened his grip on Ji Sang’s wrist.

“What are you doing, hmm?”

Ji Sang didn’t speak, but persistently kissed from Fu Yisi’s jaw to the corner of his mouth, and finally her lips met his.

The man’s Adam’s apple rolled so neatly.

Ji Sang had no technique, and perhaps her awareness was also in a foggy state, constantly unable to pry Fu Yisi’s lips apart, making her somewhat impatient, whimpering a few times

Fu Yisi lowered his gaze to look at her, his eyes still carrying the moisture from crying in a dream, clearly not quite lucid.

“Ji Sang?”

The man pulled back slightly, calling her softly.

Ji Sang murmured a vague acknowledgment and moved closer again.

This time, Fu Yisi didn’t dodge but actively met her.

Men seem to have an innate understanding in this area; even though Fu Yisi and Ji Sang both started learning at the same time, Ji Sang was still in a beginner’s state, while Fu Yisi was… in a league of his own.

Soon, Ji Sang was kissed even more bewilderedly by Fu Yisi, her hands instinctively groping aimlessly across the man’s chest.

Gradually moving down, reaching the position of his lower abdomen.

Suddenly, Fu Yisi’s eyes flashed open, grabbing her hand that intended to continue downward.

He gritted his teeth.

“Ji Sang?”

She wasn’t prepared yet, but she had to provoke him yet again.

Did she really think he could restrain himself every time?

But in reality, Ji Sang was not lucid now. She frowned, pouted, and moved closer again, her hand no longer moving downward, instead, she unwittingly opened the pouch at the man’s waist and slipped through the loose neckline.

Fu Yisi: …..

Having just had a nightmare, Ji Sang’s hand was somewhat chilly, strikingly different from the man’s scalding chest.

Her soft, boneless hand rubbed chaotically over his chest and abdomen, the collision of ice and fire overpoweringly stimulating.

Fu Yisi took a sharp inhale, struggling to contain himself, and bit down hard on Ji Sang’s lips.

Ji Sang yelped in pain, and at the same time, her hand shifted to below the abdomen, touching the unspeakably scorching heat.

“….”

Ji Sang instantly snapped to her senses.

She reflexively withdrew her hand, but in her panic, she accidentally touched that spot again.

“Mmm…”

Fu Yisi groaned softly, a deeper shade of scarlet flaring in his eyes.

“I…I didn’t mean to.”

Ji Sang’s eyelids trembled, and in those brief seconds, everything that had happened replayed in her mind.

She was the one who initiated the kiss with Fu Yisi, she was the one who reached out to touch Fu Yisi’s…

Fu Yisi gritted his teeth.

“Because you think I don’t want to take advantage of you?”

Ji Sang hurriedly shook her head.

“No…”

But even she herself felt ridiculous—she didn’t even know why she would do such a thing.

Now she had roused this man’s reaction.

Fu Yisi tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and took some deep breaths, trying to quell the impulses in his body. But as soon as he closed his eyes, the sensation of Ji Sang’s cold hand caressing him seemed even more pronounced.

He couldn’t calm down.

Fu Yisi let out a heavy sigh.

“I’m going to take a shower.”

Just as he was about to let go of Ji Sang and get out of bed, the woman suddenly came close to his ear and whispered softly.

“Should I… should I help you?”