Fu Yanye's upset hand gently pinched the finger that had been wearing the wedding ring. When he lowered his eyes and saw that it was empty, he suddenly felt upset, and then let go of his hand and looked elsewhere.
"It's not an exaggeration."
He said.
Zhuo Jian looked up at him, not understanding what his voice was not too much.
He said he would tolerate her not long ago. Did he remember it?
She now felt that when they were in love with each other, it was really like a dream.
Now, it is the distance and pattern between them.
She put down the water cup, "I want to go to bed."
"Um."
Fu Yanye agreed and also got up when she got up.
Then the two of them looked at each other again.
Zhuo Jian thought, would he sleep together?
Fu Yanye frowned when he looked at her, "Why, I don't even deserve the bed?"
“…”
This time it was her turn to say nothing.
After returning to the room, she went to find her nightgown and then went to the bathroom to take a shower.
Fu Yanye felt even more upset when he saw her remembering to find a nightgown.
But looking at the ring on the bedside table, he almost kicked it out in anger, but where could he kick it?
I can't kick her.
After Zhuo Jian finished washing, he went into the bathroom. He washed quickly. She almost looked at her phone for a few minutes before he came out, and he still habitually wrapped a bath towel on her body.
Zhuo Jian looked at it and felt a little uncomfortable. He lowered his head and said lightly while flipping through his phone, "Can't you take a bathrobe in?"
Fu Yanye said lightly, "If I remember correctly, someone said that he wanted to give me freedom that day. Why did I seem to be deprived of my freedom of wearing anything today?"
Zhuo Jian suddenly closed his mouth and was blocked by him so much that he couldn't speak.
Fu Yanye lay down and turned off the wall lights on his side, reminding him, "Please turn off the lights."
Zhuo Jian reached out to turn off the lights, and it was suddenly dark around him, but he could feel his heartbeat more clearly.
Lift a piece in the middle of the quilt.
Because the two are separated by a distance.
Zhuo Jian turned sideways and the quilt slid off him.
To be honest, this kind of life is no longer cold, but he subconsciously frowned and felt cold, and then pulled the quilt back a little.
Zhuo Jian felt that he had not covered much, so he gently pulled a corner into his arms.
It was too dark and I couldn't see anything clearly until he suddenly turned on the light again in annoyance, "I won't cover the quilt?"
Zhuo Jian turned around in a conditioned reflex, "No!"
"What do you mean?"
Fu Yanye signaled her to look at him.
Zhuo Jian looked over and immediately shyly pushed all the quilts over to him: "I'll give them to you."
Fu Yanye covered himself up in annoyance, but did not turn off the lights immediately.
Zhuo Jian shrank down on the edge of the bed and did not move. Later, she thought about it and she could get another quilt.
When Fu Yanye saw her get up, he raised his head again and saw her go to get a new quilt. He frowned again, "Why, now I don't want to cover a quilt with me?"
"Then 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 came in the apartment opposite. She couldn't even roll far away from that bed, and would eventually fall back into his arms.
"You can't go in a little bit? Will I eat you?"
"It's good to cover one person with one person, and I have a cold, so I don't want to infect you, so that's it."
Zhuo Jian said as he returned to the bed and stretched out the new quilt to cover himself.
Fu Yanye looked at it and lifted the quilt directly.
Zhuo Jian was surprised, but he didn't want to pay attention to him and directly covered him on his leg.
Fu Yanye opened it for her again.
Zhuo Jian became even more angry, his eyes were so angry that they were red, but he still didn't look at him, and he just lifted her and pulled her back to cover it.
After repeating this several times, she finally couldn't stand it, and then the quilt was taken away by him and threw it to the ground.
Zhuo Jian turned his head angrily to look at him, "Fu Yanye, what do you mean?"
"What do you mean? Where can a couple sleep separately?"
"It's just a quilt split, and there are many people who separate the beds."
Zhuo Jian wanted to grab his quilt, but he was firmly grasped by him before he could cross his legs and arms. "Do you still want to separate the bed?"
"You have taken off your rings, what's my bed?"
Zhuo Jian looked at him with his broken diamond in his eyes and asked retortly.
Fu Yanye: “…”
How did he say that he just wanted her to put it on him personally?
Now that she says it, she probably only thinks he is childish, right?
Zhuo Jian wanted to catch his own quilt again, so Fu Yanye covered her two quilts, "I have a cleanliness, but you don't know that I have a cleanliness. I haven't washed and sun-dried that new quilt after I took it back."
Zhuo Jian felt that his legs were warm, but his eyes were so hot that they were too hot, and tears burst out from his eyes.
But she didn't say anything, lay down and turned around.
Fu Yanye turned off the lights again.
This time, the distance between the two was finally not that far. Fu Yanye turned his head and looked at her back and whispered, "Can pregnant women cry?"
Crying randomly?
Zhuo Jian felt even more wronged.
Is she crying?
She almost hated herself to death after she broke out with such a big product in one sentence.
She decided to take good care of her mouth in the future, and at the same time she must always warn herself not to have too much expectations for him and not to get too deep into it.
He is good or bad, and he is not sure when it will suddenly come to her.
If she can't wake up, then...
Zhuo Jian closed his eyes and calmed himself down. The book said that if a pregnant woman has a bad temper when she is pregnant, she may give birth to an irritable and depressed child. She should adjust her mood.
Forget it, I'll see the elders tomorrow and leave.
——
The next morning, before she woke up, she heard a familiar voice in a daze.
"Oh, Mr. Li called my wife so early to tell her that you are fine? Why? Mr. Li thought my wife was very concerned about your life and death? You were thinking too much."
Fu Yanye looked at the woman who was still sleeping lightly on the bed with his back to the floor-to-ceiling window, and then hung up the phone.
Zhuo Jian gradually opened his eyes and saw him standing in front of the glass curtain, the rain all over the window made his tall body look at his tall body, which really reflected his cold side.
Seeing her wake up, Fu Yanye walked to the bedside, put his phone back on the head of the bed, and said to her: "Li Yuqing said he is fine."
Zhuo Jian looked at the phone on the bedside table, and it was indeed hers.
He never agreed to answering the phone for her.
Zhuo Jian got used to it, but just sat up with some effort. He found that there was a heavy weight on his neck and knew that he had a low fever.
Fu Yanye asked her: "You already know that you are back from the old house. After hanging the needle in the morning, we will go back."
Zhuo Jian agreed, "Yes!"
Seeing that she woke up so well early in the morning, Fu Yanye wondered if she forgot that they were still quarreling yesterday.
Of course she probably didn't remember that she had been sleeping in his arms last night, although he dragged her over.
Fu Yanye looked down at Su Jie on the bedside table again, and deliberately took her cell phone with his hands.