Luo Yibei took a shower in the bathroom.
The sound of water is particularly clear on a snowy night.
When she came out, Fang Chixia was already asleep.
He wrapped himself into a ball and curled up at the end of the bed like a rice dumpling, paying no attention to what he meant.
Luo Yibei seemed to think she was asleep, so he didn't disturb her and went to bed to rest directly.
Fang Chixia actually didn't even close her eyes, let alone fall asleep.
Luo Yibei didn't fall asleep either, he was just recuperating with his eyes closed.
Fang Chixia turned to him and tossed and turned for a long time, but still couldn't fall asleep. Her closed eyes suddenly opened.
Turning her eyes to the handsome and cold-faced man next to her, she looked at him quietly. She suddenly couldn't figure it out.
In the past, Fang Chixia had never thought about the issue of how many years a marriage between two people would have. Perhaps she felt emboldened by being favored. She was too confident in their marriage. She believed that she and Luo Yibei had gone through so much. Any emotional rift will reappear.
Fang Chixia felt that she might have been thinking too much these days.
Staring at him beside her, she suddenly wanted to test his reaction.
Her eyes slowly moved down his face and stopped at his chest. Fang Chixia's fingertips slowly moved along his strong texture and suddenly landed on his chest.
Luo Yibei was not sleeping to begin with, so he noticed her movements beside him, and his closed eyelashes trembled slightly.
Fang Chixia's fingertips were still wandering around his body, tracing circles on his chest and around his heart, and suddenly got into his bathrobe.
The palm of her hand was warm, like a soft sponge. When she touched him, it was filled with warmth.
Luo Yibei's body visibly stiffened.
Fang Chixia looked sideways in his direction, and seeing that he still had no reaction, she simply pulled his yukata away without stopping.
She leaned into his arms, raised her head and stared at him calmly, and kissed his cold lips softly.
She was taking the initiative to make people angry, but she didn't do it as aggressively as other charming women.
Her measurements were very good, gentle and soft, just enough to stimulate his senses and arouse his reaction, but not too satisfying.
Luo Yibei just lay quietly on his back from beginning to end without any response.
Fang Chixia was still kissing him, quietly observing his reaction while kissing.
However, the long kiss drove him crazy, and he didn't even loosen his expression.
With him like this, all the morale that Fang Chixia had built up suddenly deflated like a popped balloon.
She withdrew her body from him and lay back down next to him. She turned her back and wrapped herself up again without saying another word.
A night of silence.
She wanted to fall asleep directly, but she was holding her words in her heart and it was really uncomfortable.
Pulling the sheets aside, she looked at him with clear eyes in the darkness, her eyes filled with resentment, "Luo Yibei, do you dislike me?"
Luo Yibei choked severely at her words, and his closed eyes suddenly opened.
"You didn't fall asleep at all, right? Was that right just now?" Fang Chixia kept chattering, "Seven years is a big mark, have you reached the seven-year itch? Seventh wedding anniversary**** Have you forgotten too? I promised you I would come back for dinner, do you know how long I have been waiting for you? Just forget it if you don't come back on time, what do you mean by not making a call? "