Fu Yanye's upset hand gently squeezed the finger that had been wearing the wedding ring. When he lowered his eyes and saw that there was nothing there, he suddenly became upset, then he let go of his hand and looked away.
"It's not too much."
He said.
Zhuo Jian looked up at him and didn't understand what he meant by saying it was not excessive.
He said not long ago that he would tolerate her, did he remember?
She now feels that the time when the two of them were deeply in love was really like a dream.
Now is the distance and pattern between them.
She put down the water glass and said, "I want to go to bed."
"Um."
Fu Yanye agreed and stood up when she stood up.
Then the two of them looked at each other again.
Zhuo Jian thought, does he want to sleep with us too?
Fu Yanye frowned when he looked at her, "Why, I'm not even worthy of a bed?"
"..."
This time it was her turn to have nothing to say.
After returning to the room, she went to find a nightgown, and then went to the bathroom to take a shower.
Fu Yanye felt even more unhappy when he saw that she remembered to look for her nightgown.
But looking at the ring on the bedside table, he almost kicked it out in anger, but where could it go?
I can't kick her.
After Zhuo Jian finished washing, he entered the bathroom. He washed so quickly that she barely looked at her phone for a few minutes before he came out, wearing a bath towel as usual.
Zhuo Jian glanced at it, her throat felt a little uncomfortable, she lowered her head and said lightly while flipping through her phone, "Can't you bring a bathrobe in?"
Fu Yanye said calmly, "If I remember correctly, someone said they wanted to give me freedom that day. Why is it that today I seem to be deprived of my freedom of what to wear?"
Zhuo Jian suddenly closed his mouth and was speechless.
Fu Yanye lay down, turned off the wall lamp on his side, and reminded, "Please turn off the light."
Zhuo Jian reached out and turned off the light. The surroundings suddenly became dark, but she could feel her heartbeat more clearly.
A piece of quilt was lifted up in the middle.
Because there is a distance between the two of them.
Zhuo Jian turned sideways and the quilt slipped off his body.
To be honest, it wasn't cold anymore on this kind of day, but he subconsciously frowned, feeling cold, and pulled the quilt back a little.
Zhuo Jian felt that she didn't cover much, so she gently pulled a corner into her arms.
It was too dark to see anything clearly, until he suddenly turned on the light again angrily, "You won't cover me with the quilt either?"
Zhuo Jian turned around reflexively, "No!"
"Then what do you mean?"
Fu Yanye motioned for her to look at him.
Zhuo Jian looked over and immediately pushed all the quilts over to him in embarrassment: "Give them all to you."
Fu Yanye covered himself irritably, but did not turn off the light immediately.
Zhuo Jian huddled on the edge of the bed and didn't move. Then she thought about it and decided that she could get another quilt.
When Fu Yanye saw her getting up, he raised his head again and saw her going to get a new quilt. He frowned again, "Why, you don't even want to cover me with a quilt now?"
"Aren't you afraid of the cold?"
Zhuo Jian asked him.
Fu Yanye sat up irritably. The bed was so big...
Why is the bed so big?
He suddenly remembered the small bed she had in the apartment opposite. She could not roll far away from that bed, and would eventually fall back into his arms.