Falling in Love With My Arranged-Marriage Husband-Chapter 56 - 32 Deep, Sexy, Enchanting

Chapter 56: Chapter 32 Deep, Sexy, Enchanting

A man’s waist is not to be touched…

Not to be touched…

Touched…

Ji Sang looked blankly at the man close at hand, her beautiful eyes slightly widened.

When did she ever touch his waist?!!!

“You…you…when did I ever touch your waist!”

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The man was too close, and Ji Sang questioned him, shrinking her head back.

“Heh!”

Fu Yisi chuckled lightly, his eyebrows raised in satisfaction after seeing the woman’s earlobes quickly turn red.

“Didn’t you? Just now, when you were in my arms…”

Ji Sang: …

Just now, when she was in his arms? Ji Sang blinked, recalling the scene at the door with Song Xiu… She seems to have indeed pinched Fu Yisi at the waist?

“Hm? Remember now?”

Fu Yisi had no intention to let her off, curiously “admiring” Ji Sang’s evasive gaze.

“This…that can’t count as touching! I was pinching, pinching you, understand?!”

“Oh, pinching?”

Fu Yisi paused, lowered his head to glance at the hand resting on his chest, fair and delicate, restlessly bent, hooking onto his shirt buttons.

“Did you know that a man’s waist is also not to be pinched?”

Fu Yisi’s voice was already rich and full, now he deliberately lowered his tone, shedding off his usual cool detachment.

Low, sexy, enchanting, little seductress.

These were the only words Ji Sang could recall when her mind went blank.

Seeing the woman’s eyes lose focus again, all the irritability that Fu Yisi had been feeling for the past two days dissipated.

Having a wife at home who couldn’t resist teasing was a very nice feeling indeed.

Fu Yisi let out a light click of his tongue, which immediately snapped Ji Sang back to her senses.

“!!!!!!!!”

Ji Sang, teased to the point of annoyance and embarrassment, stared at the man’s lips with a somewhat profound smile and couldn’t help shouting his name in indignation.

“Fu Yisi!”

“Hmm, I’m here.”

“You…you are becoming indecent!”

Intentionally getting so close to her, deliberately saying those fanciful words, and even intentionally lowering his voice… Does this man know at all that a voice can intoxicate?

Compared to Ji Sang’s indignation, Fu Yisi was relaxed, even contentedly propped his hands on the table, enclosing Ji Sang in his embrace.

“This is being indecent?”

Clearly, Fu Yisi enjoyed teasing Ji Sang quite a bit, unable to stop himself, and as he leaned down slowly, Ji Sang also bent her waist.

Losing balance, she immediately braced herself against the table.

“Hisss—!”

Ji Sang suddenly furrowed her brows, and the smile that had been on Fu Yisi’s lips abruptly turned to concern. He reached out to wrap his arm around her waist, propped her up, and pulled her hand toward him.

What met his eyes was her palm stained red with blood.

Fu Yisi’s throat tightened.

“Why didn’t you say you were hurt here?”

Ji Sang looked at the bloodstain on her palm, her eyes watering from the sting of pain.

“I didn’t notice.”

It was probably when she was cleaning up for Xiao Zhi; she must have let a piece of glass slip into her palm without realizing.

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Ji Sang snorted.

If it weren’t for Fu Yisi, her hand wouldn’t have ended up like this.

Fu Yisi’s lips were pursed straight with concern. He found a tray, picked up the tweezers, and removed a small shard from Ji Sang’s palm.

The shard was not large, but just now, Ji Sang had put too much force on her hand, and it had thrust in deeply, which was why there was so much blood.

Cleaning, disinfecting, applying medicine, bandaging.

Throughout the entire process, Fu Yisi did not utter a single word.

Ji Sang tilted her head to look at him, sensing a trace of guilt from the man, and softly said

“Actually, it’s not that painful, just now it was a bit too forceful…”

The man had just finished tying the bandage when he heard this, looking up at Ji Sang with a heavy gaze.

Meeting his dark, quiet eyes, Ji Sang’s eyelashes trembled slightly, for the first time calmly and boldly holding his gaze.

The office lighting was bright, and as Ji Sang looked up at the man, her eyes became irritated from the light, making it difficult to keep them open.

At that moment, the man’s hand gently covered Ji Sang’s face, lingering for just an instant. It was so brief that by the time Ji Sang opened her eyes to see the man already standing upright, she thought the touch had been a figment of her imagination.

Fu Yisi once again reverted to that indifferent and cold man, glancing down at the time.

“It’s about time, should we head back?”

Ji Sang nodded.

In her current state, she couldn’t possibly continue working, and it might be quicker to directly ask Fu Yisi anyway. Besides… Ji Sang raised her eyes to glance at the man, it seemed… he wasn’t affected by this medical disturbance.

Instead, it was her injury that made him angry.

Ji Sang moved to get up, but before she could, Fu Yisi had already wrapped an arm around her waist, picked her up, and carried her into an adjoining room, before gently setting her down.

Before she could react, the man went out and brought back one of his own shirts to change into.

“Just make do with this for now”

Ji Sang stared blankly at the shirt in her hands.

The scent was faint, mixed with the smell of disinfectant and Fu Yisi’s unique woody fragrance.

Fu Yisi’s eyebrows raised slightly

“If you dislike it, there’s nothing else to use”

Having said that, he walked towards the door, but after a few steps, he stopped, turned back, frowning at Ji Sang’s injured left hand

“Can you manage alone?”

Ji Sang: …

“Of course, I can!”

Her palm was injured, not her arm broken!

Fu Yisi looked at Ji Sang’s slightly ruffled appearance with amusement, then left the room, closing the door behind him.

…

Meanwhile, after Fu Yisi had carried Ji Sang away, Song Xiu watched their retreating figures, lingering without leaving.

Perhaps his surprise was too apparent, or maybe his despair was too pervasive, prompting Xiao Zhang, who initially intended to leave, to come back.

He patted Song Xiu’s shoulder, speaking earnestly,

“Young man, take it easy”

Not everyone has the chance to stand beside Dr. Fu and be compared to him.

Hearing this, Song Xiu scoffed,

“What do I need to take easy?”

It was just the sudden realization of the intimate relationship between Sister Ji and Dr. Fu that he couldn’t accept for a moment.

“Tsck”

Xiao Zhang shook his head.

“Young man, even I can tell you’re fond of Ms. Ji from the way you look at her. Besides, they’re together; moderation is key to avoid a world of hurt,”

Having said his piece, Xiao Zhang left, shaking his head, quite satisfied with his admonishment.

Little did he realize, Song Xiu standing behind him was thoroughly stunned.

So… his feelings for Sister Ji were not just that of idolizing her, but… that of a man’s affection for a woman?

Song Xiu looked blankly around, took a few steps back, and sat down in the chair, staring vacantly at the nameplate in the office.

Surgery Fu Yisi.

Back when he was just a little intern at the TV station, Fu Yisi was already a nationally renowned master surgeon. Moreover, before he had even come to terms with his own feelings, Fu Yisi had already reached her side. He had lost swiftly and completely.

Song Xiu blinked, then realized something was off — he had been forced out of the battle without ever truly joining it.