I have to say that Fu Shenxing's bachelor apartment did not surprise her at all.
The proper style of a single man, the decoration is so concise that it can't be more concise, and the furniture is not purchased much. Where is the slightest "home" look
"You live here if you haven't been home for so long?"
Rong Xiaonuo couldn't help but ask him.
He responded calmly: "Well, I stay here most of the time, clean, and close to Fu Shi and the school."
"Why don't you go home?"
The "home" in her mouth naturally refers to the Rongjia Villa.
He smiled: "At that time, because of some people and things, I got into the horns, and I always felt that everything was not mine, not something people like me should have."
He walked to the window, lit a cigarette, and was about to smoke, but Rong Xiaonuo took it away.
"Smoking is bad for your health, not to mention that you are still hurting now."
After extinguishing the cigarette butt, she threw it into the trash can and said with a serious tone: "I don't care what your life state was in the previous four years. With me in the future, I will not let you do things that are not good for your health. So... make yourself aware."
Rong Xiaonuo swears domineeringly that from this moment on, she will be here, in his life, all marked by her, so that he will have no chance to regret it anymore.
"Well, listen to you."
He smiled and handed her the cigarette case and lighter he had on him.
"I will give you everything."
Fu Shenxing whispered softly in her ear, like the most touching love word in the world.
She pursed her lips and chuckled, then asked him, "Am I going to give you your life?"
"I'll give you my life."
"I don't want your life, what am I going to do?"
Rong Xiaonuo chuckled, pulled away, blushing and staring at his Adam's apple rolling up and down, suddenly thinking badly.
"Um... Uncle, I want to take a bath, but you don't have any girl's clothes here, what should I do?"
"Uh... I'll go out and buy now."
"It's almost eleven o'clock, where can I sell it?"
"Then go back to the villa."
"No."
Rong Xiaonuo resolutely refused, touched the bedroom, lay down on the big horn, stretched out comfortably.
"Ah... I'm so tired."
She looked up at him, her head slightly tilted in his eyes, very playful.
"Xiao Nuo, stop making trouble."
His tone is deeper than usual, and his eyes are stained with a different kind of emotion.
He didn't know whether Rong Xiaonuo did this deliberately, but he was quite sure that if this continued, he would almost be unable to control himself.
He can't avoid the impulse that a normal man has when facing a woman he loves.
"I just want to take a bath and change my clothes. It's not a trouble."
Fu Shenxing was helpless...
Was this girl deliberate, or did he trust his self-control ability too much
Or, both.
"Go into the bathroom, I'll find it for you."
"Oh… "
Rong Xiaonuo turned his back, stuck out his tongue as if succeeding, and went to the bathroom holding the bath towel.
…
In the bathroom, someone is humming a little song in a good mood.
Outside the bathroom, Fu Shenxing was in a delicate mood listening to the patter of water inside.
I don't know how long it took, when the sound of water was heard, she opened the crack of the door and poked her head out of it.
"Uncle, where are the clothes? Haven't you found it yet?"
Only then did Fu Shenxing remember that the clothes he held in his hand were his biggest piece, and it should be able to be worn as a skirt for her.
He handed her the clothes from the crack in the door, and then deliberately stayed away, and said to her: "I can't find a more suitable one, just wear it. I will send someone a new one tomorrow."
There was no sound in the bathroom, and he turned his back, not even daring to look directly at the faintly revealed outline on the door.
After several minutes, there was still no sound. Fu Shenxing finally couldn't help but asked, "How is it? Can I wear it?"
"Don't you know if you look at it?"
The voice of a woman with a smile came from behind him, she almost said to his ear, and the slight heat sprayed on his neck, which immediately made him feel a little confused.
He didn't understand himself, he could be cruel to misunderstand her back then, how come he doesn't even have such a certain amount of concentration now
Fu Shenxing opened the distance between the two in embarrassment and coughed slightly.
"The room belongs to you tonight. I'll go out to sleep. Call me whenever I want to."
After that, he almost ran away, and only in front of her would he have such a time.
As before, dare not love her.
"... You are not allowed to go."
Rong Xiaonuo pulled the corner of his clothes, with a hint of coquetry, and said to him: "I want you to accompany me and coax me to sleep, just like before."
Fu Shenxing took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, but it was okay not to look at her.
His shirt was on her, like a dress. It was just a super short one. It could only be covered. With two long legs exposed, she accidentally showed a sultry and unknowingly. expression.
"Xiao Nuo..."
His breathing is getting heavier and heavier, restraining himself entirely by reason.
"Huh? What's wrong with you?"
Rong Xiaonuo blinked innocently, but a sly smile crossed his eyes.
She is no longer the ignorant girl before.
"I'm fine. If you have nothing else, go to sleep. Tomorrow I will tell you everything you want to know."
Rong Xiaonuo shook his head and walked to him, avoiding the wound, gently hugging his narrow waist, raising his small face, her lips slightly open.
"No, you are not allowed to go."
She rubbed against his neck, squinting comfortably like a coquettish little cat.
Fu Shenxing's tight one finally broke completely.
For a moment, he no longer thinks about restraint, reason...
"Xiao Nuo, do you know what you are doing?"
His voice became deeper and muffled, revealing a certain emotion that he could not restrain.
She blinked innocently, and asked him, "I'm not drunk, so why don't I know what I'm doing?"
Immediately afterwards, she smiled cutely, and gently tapped her fingertips on his thin lips.
"I am like this, of course... teasing you."
His eyes darkened, as swiftly as a cheetah, and he held her fingertips that were too late to withdraw.
"How do I feel that you are killing me..."
The man sighed in a low voice, knowing that she was deliberately messing up, she couldn't beat or scold, and she had to coax.
Isn't this killing him
"you… "
Since the fire started, she was responsible for putting it out.
He grabbed the back of her head without tenderness, and kissed her lips hard...