Wen Ruan's face flushed red all of a sudden, and he felt that the surrounding air became ambiguous and charming in an instant.
The water droplets rolling down from Fu Zhihuan's body seemed to be in slow motion at this moment, dripping down his sharp chin, and then splashing on the ground.
"Snapped"
The sound of water droplets falling to the ground seemed to be clearly visible.
Wen Ruan took a deep breath, as if he could hear the beating of his heart very clearly in his ears. The hand holding the door trembled, before he had time to think, he subconsciously slammed the door shut.
"boom"
The wind that came when the door was closed lifted up the broken hair on Fu Zhihuan's forehead. He paused with his hands wiping his hair with a bath towel, looked at the closed door in front of him, and fell silent for a while.
About half a minute later, the door was slowly opened again.
Wen Ruan quietly hid behind the door, revealing her eyes, and asked in a soft voice: "The bed still smells like an earl, so... where should I sleep today?"
Fu Zhihuan came to his senses, he straightened the collar of the bathrobe casually with lowered eyes, and said slowly: "There are indeed other rooms in the house."
Wen Ruan breathed a sigh of relief: "Then..."
"But there is only one set of beds." Fu Zhihuan added lightly.
He is not used to leaving others to sleep at home, and he has not been in contact with his relatives for five years. Although there are many vacant rooms, he has not prepared a bed.
The room Wen Ruan lived in was prepared temporarily in consideration of Simon's coming.
Wen Ruan lowered her eyes dejectedly, thought for a while, then crossed her waist and said, "But anyway, it's your cat that made me sleepless, so you have to be responsible to me tonight!"
The surroundings were silent for a few seconds.
How do you feel, this sentence sounds a bit wrong.
Fu Zhihuan glanced at the angry expression on Wen Ruan's face, leaned lazily against the door frame, and said slowly: "Since it is the Earl's responsibility, then you can go to sleep in its cathouse."
"?"
Listen, is this speaking human language
"However, if you don't mind—"
Seeing Wen Ruan's anger, Fu Zhihuan chuckled suddenly, then slowed down, "You still have a second choice."
Second option
Wen Ruan thought about it, and now the only bed left in the whole apartment is the one in Fu Zhihuan's room.
… Could it be that? !
Wen Ruan was shocked, took two steps back, stretched out his hand to cover his collar, and said in a flustered tone, "This is not good, we just met."
"?"
Hearing this, Fu Zhihuan in front of him was silent for a few seconds.
What is in this lady's head
Fu Zhihuan stretched out his hand to press his throbbing temple, almost gritted his teeth and said word by word: "I mean, you can go to sleep on the sofa."
The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.
Wen Ruan let go of his hand covering his collar, perhaps because he felt a little ashamed, so he remained silent for a long time without speaking. After a while, he repeated the sentence with some disbelief: "Sleeping on the sofa?"
As the eldest lady who was raised by her family, Wen Ruan really didn't sleep on the sofa all night in a serious way.
She took a few steps back and looked around the living room.
Although the apartment Fu Zhihuan lives in is not small, it is incomparable with the villa at home after all, and the sofa looks a little narrow.
Perhaps because of the complicated expression on Wen Ruan's face, Fu Zhihuan raised his eyes and gave the second choice: "Otherwise, you can spend the night in your own room."
"..."
Who would want to spend the night in a bed filled with Earl's atmosphere
Wen Ruan puffed her cheeks, stepped on her slippers as if venting, turned around without saying a word, and went back to her room in a "slap-tap-tap-tap" manner.
Fu Zhihuan looked at her angry back and leaned against the door frame without moving. It wasn't until he heard the sound of the door closing that he raised his lips and smiled to himself, then turned around and closed the door.
It is estimated that after a while, this young lady will drag her suitcase and angrily find a hotel to live in.
Although Wen Ruan tore up the packaging and tags of his newly purchased things when he came back, Fu Zhihuan could still recognize at a glance that they were all expensive luxury items.
Wen Fengchen was known to be a doting daughter, even if Wen Ruan lost his temper and ran away from home, he was reluctant to stop her card, as if he was afraid that his daughter would have an uncomfortable life outside.
For a young lady like this who grew up in a honeypot and is not short of money, asking her to sleep on the sofa is probably unacceptable.
In the middle of the shower just now, Wen Ruan called out. Fu Zhihuan returned to the bathroom at this moment and turned on the shower again.
Water drops trickled down the tip of his hair, Fu Zhihuan stretched out his hand, grabbed his hair back a little, and then raised his neck.
"boom"
Across the sound of water, you can hear the extremely crisp sound of closing the door.
It seemed that Wen Ruan was angry and left.
Fu Zhihuan opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a bottomless wave surging in his dark eyes. He suddenly raised his hand and turned off the shower.
There was silence all around.
He was silent for a while, then flipped the switch back on.
Actually, it didn't matter to him at all.
Wen Ruan ran away from home so impulsively, she would go back after a few days. Moreover, Wen Fengchen had given in, and with the intention of retiring the engagement, there was no need for him to interfere any more.
The sound of water splashing on the ground kept ringing, but it disturbed people inexplicably.
Fu Zhihuan frowned suddenly, then raised his hand and turned off the switch heavily.
It's really nonsense to run out in a hurry at this time.
He turned and went out of the bathroom, irritably pulled out a shirt from the closet, and was about to go out.
As soon as I got to the living room, I heard a voice coming from the TV——
"Do you love me?"
"Who is this woman?"
"I don't want to hear your explanation, I just trust my eyes!"
"I have nothing to do with Xiaohong, you believe me, I only have you in my heart!"
Turning her head, she found that Wen Ruan had moved the quilt and pillows to the sofa, wrapped herself into a ball, and watched TV intently.
She also wears a blackout mask high on her forehead, like a sleep-ready outfit.
The sound of the TV was turned down very low, but she watched intently.
Wen Ruan turned her head when she heard the movement, she glanced at Fu Zhihuan, and said "Huh", "Are you going out so late?"
Fu Zhihuan paused while buttoning his collar, and his gaze fell deeply on Wen Ruan.
she didn't leave
And it seemed that he accepted the fact that he wanted to sleep on the sofa very easily.
"Are you sleeping on the sofa tonight?"
"Otherwise." Wen Ruan rolled her eyes angrily, and stretched out her hand to rub the earl's head lying on top of her, "If I don't sleep on the sofa, can I share a bed with you?"
Fu Zhihuan remained silent for a while, his eyes darkened slightly, and his thin lips were tightly pursed.
At this moment, Wen Ruan also turned over, yawned lazily, reached out and picked up the remote control to turn off the TV, and stretched her waist by the way: "I'm going to sleep, turn off the lights for me later. "
"good."
Fu Zhihuan walked to the light, stretched out his hand and pressed the switch of the light in the living room.
The room suddenly plunged into darkness.
Moonlight shone in through the gap in the curtains, hitting Wen Ruan's face evenly.
Fu Zhihuan didn't go back to the room immediately. He stared at the clean face lying on the sofa, his eyes moved slightly, and after a long time, he slowly lowered his eyelids, turned and left.
into the night.
It's a nightmare.
Fu Zhihuan dreamed of his biological sister again.
In the white light, the girl's crisp laughter was vaguely heard. Then bit by bit the white mist was pushed away, and at the other end of the mist was the face of a girl who was almost five years old.
She opened her mouth, stretched out her hand towards Fu Zhihuan, and said in a sweet voice, "Brother Lu."
Fu Zhihuan walked forward, half asleep and half awake, as if he had returned to the time when he was six years old more than twenty years ago.
"You are so slow, I won't wait for you."
The girl withdrew her hand, pursed her mouth, and then ran forward with strides, "I'm going under the cherry blossom tree first, you can walk slowly!"
go forward.
Go all the way.
The sunny day in the dream seemed to change in an instant, the sky darkened with dark clouds, and suddenly there was a dense drizzle.
The cherry blossom trees in the distance are getting closer and closer, and the pink petals are starting to change color a little bit.
It turned out that there was just a bluish spot on the petals, and finally a bloody spot spread from this spot, as if the whole branch was splattered with blood.
Fu Zhihuan stopped under the tree.
The torrential rain poured down, drenching him completely.
The girl is lying under the tree.
He was naked, and his body was covered with dense bloodstains. She opened her eyes empty, as if all hope had been cut off, and all the starlight in her eyes had been snuffed out.
"Little sister has been away for many years."
"A lifetime is a long time, and you can't be stuck in the past forever."
The air seemed to become thinner in an instant, and the surrounding pictures were broken like glass, splitting into thousands of cracks.
Huge roar and pressure invaded Fu Zhihuan's head, he opened his eyes suddenly, only to realize that his body was covered in cold sweat.
Fu Zhihuan raised his hand, put his arm on his forehead, and slowly closed his eyes.
Surrounding was surprisingly quiet.
After a long time, he stood up and was about to go to the kitchen to pour a glass of water.
It was four o'clock in the morning, and even the count, who had always been in good spirits, was obediently lying in the cat's nest and fell asleep peacefully.
Fu Zhihuan poured himself a cold cup, turned around, leaned against the sink, and drank it.
Adam's apple rolls.
The cold touch loosened his tense nerves a little. He raised his eyes and saw Wen Ruan who was sleeping peacefully on the sofa.
Half of the quilt on her body fell to the ground, her sleeping face was peaceful and well-behaved.
Fu Zhihuan put down the quilt, walked slowly to Wen Ruan, and then squatted down in front of her.
Not really a lawyer.
She doesn't look like a dainty young lady either.
She should look quite delicate, but she is more worry-free than expected.
Wen Ruan frowned suddenly, and then sneezed in a muffled voice, as if she was dreaming, subconsciously stretched out her hand and rubbed her nose.
Fu Zhihuan sighed, picked up the quilt that fell on the floor, and put his hand on her shoulder.
Fingertips gently rubbed her cheek.
But before Fu Zhihuan retracted his hand, Wen Ruan's eyes suddenly opened, and before he could recognize the person in front of him, his body had a stress response—
"Snapped"
He raised his hand mercilessly and slapped Fu Zhihuan on the right cheek.
Surprisingly quiet all of a sudden.
The count was also jolted awake.
Fu Zhihuan hissed lightly, and didn't speak immediately, but raised his hand and pressed his cheek, slowly raised his eyelids, and his eyes fell deeply on Wen Ruan's face.
"..."
Wen Ruan: It's over.
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