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 scrolling 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 by him.
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.
"Can't you go in a little bit? Will I eat you?"
"It's good to cover each person with one. Besides, I have a cold and don't want to infect you, so that's it."
Zhuo Jian said and returned to the bed, stretching out the new quilt to cover herself.
Fu Yanye looked at it and lifted the quilt directly.
Zhuo Jian was surprised, but didn't want to pay attention to him, and directly covered his legs again.
Fu Yanye opened it for her again.
Zhuo Jian became even more angry, her eyes were red with anger, but she still didn't look at him. Even when he opened her, he pulled her back and covered her.
After repeating this several times, she finally couldn't stand it anymore, and then he took the quilt away and threw it to the ground.
Zhuo Jian turned to look at him angrily, "Fu Yanye, what do you mean?"
"What do you mean? How can a couple sleep separately?"
"It's just a matter of sharing the quilts. There are many people sharing the beds."
Zhuo Jian wanted to grab her quilt, but before she could cross his legs and arms, he was firmly holding her, "Do you still want to separate beds?"
"You have taken off your ring, what does it mean if I share the same bed?"
Zhuo Jian looked straight at him with diamond-filled eyes and asked.
Fu Yanye: "..."
How could he say that he just wanted her to put it on him personally?
If he said it now, she would probably think he was naive, right?
Zhuo Jian wanted to get her own quilt again, but Fu Yanye covered her with the quilts of the two of them, "It's not like you don't know that I have mysophobia. That new quilt has not been washed or dried since I got it back."
Zhuo Jian felt a warmth on her legs, but her eyes were also extremely hot, and tears burst from her eye sockets.
But she didn't say anything, lay down and turned around.
Fu Yanye turned off the light again.
This time, the distance between the two was finally not that far. Fu Yanye turned to look at her back and whispered, "Pregnant women are not allowed to cry randomly?"
Crying?
Zhuo Jian felt even more aggrieved.
Is she crying randomly?
She almost hated herself to death for breaking into such a big deal with just one sentence.
She decided that she must control her mouth in the future, and at the same time, she must always warn herself not to have too high expectations for him or sink too deeply into him.
His good qualities and his bad qualities, all of them never knew when they would suddenly happen to her.
If she can't continue soberly...
Zhuo Jian closed her eyes and tried to calm herself down. The book said that if a pregnant woman has a bad temper during pregnancy, she may give birth to an irritable and depressed child. She should adjust her mood.
Forget it, I'll see the elders tomorrow and then leave.
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The next morning, before she woke up, she heard a familiar voice.
"Oh, Mr. Li called my wife so early just to tell her that you are okay? What? Mr. Li thinks that my wife cares about your life and death? You are thinking too much."
Fu Yanye turned his back to the French window and looked at the woman who was still sleeping lightly on the bed. After speaking, he hung up the phone.
Zhuo Jian gradually opened his eyes and saw him standing in front of the glass screen. The rainwater filling the window made his tall body silhouette, which really reflected his cold side.
When Fu Yanye saw her waking up, he walked to the bedside, put the phone back on the bedside, and said to her, "Li Yuqing said he is fine."
Zhuo Jian glanced at the mobile phone on the bedside table and saw that it was indeed hers.
He never asked for her permission to answer the phone for her.
Zhuo Jian was used to it, so she sat up with a little effort. When she found a heavy weight on her neck, she knew she still had a low fever.
Fu Yanye asked her: "The old house already knows that you are back. Let's go back after the needle insertion in the morning."
Zhuo Jian agreed, "Yeah!"
Fu Yanye saw that she was so well-behaved when she woke up early in the morning, and wondered if she had forgotten that they had quarreled yesterday.
Of course, she probably didn't remember that she had been sleeping in his arms since last night, even though he was the one who dragged her there.
Fu Yanye looked down at the ring on the bedside table again, and deliberately took her mobile phone with his hand. This chapter has been completed!