I don't deserve your love

Fu Yanye gently pinched the finger that had been wearing the wedding ring with his disturbed hand. When he lowered his eyes and saw that there was nothing there, he was suddenly disturbed, then let go of his hand and looked away.

"It's not too much."

He said.

Zhuo Jian looked up at him, not understanding what he meant by saying that it was not too much.

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 mode that should exist between them.

She put down the water glass, "I want to go to bed."

"Ah."

Fu Yanye agreed, and got up when she got up.

Then the two looked at each other again.

Zhuo Jian thought, he wants to sleep together too?

Fu Yanye frowned when he looked at her, "Why, I don't even deserve a bed?"

"..."

This time it was her turn to be speechless.

After returning to the room, she went to find her nightgown before going to the bathroom to take a shower.

Seeing that she remembered to look for her nightgown, Fu Yanye felt even more upset.

But looking at the ring on the bedside table again, he almost kicked it out angrily, but where could it go?

Can't kick her.

After Zhuo Jian finished washing, he went into the bathroom. He washed quickly. She barely looked at her phone for a few minutes before he came out, wearing a bath towel as usual.

Zhuo Jian glanced at her, her throat was a little uncomfortable, she lowered her head, and while flipping through the phone, she said, "Can't you go in with a bathrobe?"

Fu Yanye said lightly, "If I remember correctly, someone said that they wanted to give me freedom that day. Why does it seem that I am deprived of the freedom to wear what I wear today?"

Zhuo Jian suddenly closed her mouth, being blocked by him and unable to speak.

Fu Yanye lay down, turned off the wall lamp on his side, and reminded, "Turn off the light, please."

Zhuo Jian reached out to turn off the light, the surroundings were suddenly pitch black, but she could feel her heartbeat more clearly.

A piece was lifted from the middle of the quilt.

Because of the distance between the two.

Zhuo Jian turned sideways, and the quilt slid off him.

To be honest, it wasn't cold anymore on this kind of day, but he subconsciously frowned, feeling cold, and then pulled back the quilt a little.

Zhuo Jian felt that she didn't cover much, so she gently pulled a corner into her arms.

It was too dark, and I couldn't see anything clearly, until he suddenly turned on the light again annoyed, "You won't cover me with the quilt?"

Zhuo Jian turned around reflexively, "No!"

"Then what do you mean?"

Fu Yanye motioned her to look at him.

Zhuo Jian looked over, and immediately pushed all the quilts to him in shame: "I'll give you all."

Fu Yanye covered himself irritably, but didn't turn off the light immediately.

Zhuo Jian shrank on the edge of the bed and didn't move. After thinking about it, she could get another quilt.

Seeing her getting up, Fu Yanye raised his head again, and saw her go to get a new quilt, he frowned again, "Why, you don't even want to cover me with a quilt now?"

"Then aren't you afraid of the cold?"

Zhuo Jian asked him.

Fu Yanye sat up irritably, the bed is so big...

Why is the bed so big?

He suddenly remembered the small bed she had in the apartment opposite. No matter how she rolled, she couldn't roll far, and it would eventually fall back into his arms.

"Can't you go in a little bit? Will I eat you?"

"It's good to cover one for each person, and I have a cold and don't want to infect you, so that's it."

As Zhuo Jian said, she went back to the bed and stretched out the new quilt to cover herself.

Fu Yanye watched and lifted the quilt directly.

Zhuo Jian was surprised, but didn't want to pay attention to him, and just covered his lap again.

Fu Yanye opened it for her again.

Zhuo Jian became even angrier, her eyes were red with anger, but she still didn't look at him, even if he opened her, he pulled her back and covered her.

After repeating this several times, she finally couldn't bear it anymore, and then he directly took the quilt away and threw it on 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 sharing the quilt. There are many people who share the bed."

Zhuo Jian wanted to grab her quilt, but before she could get past his legs and arms, he grabbed her firmly, "You still want to separate the beds?"

"You've already taken off your rings, so what's the point of me sharing the bed?"

Zhuo Jian stared at him with broken eyes and asked back.

Fu Yanye: "..."

How could he say that he just wanted her to put it on for him?

If she said it now, she would probably only think he was naive, right?

Zhuo Jian wanted to get her own quilt again, so Fu Yanye covered her with the quilts of the two of them, "It's not like you don't know that I'm a clean freak. That new quilt hasn't been washed and dried since I brought it back."

Zhuo Jian felt her legs warm up, but her eyes were also so hot that tears poured out from their sockets.

She didn't speak, though, and lay down and turned away.

Fu Yanye turned off the light again.

This time, the distance between the two was finally not that far away. Fu Yanye turned to look at her back and whispered, "Isn't it forbidden for pregnant women to cry?"

Crying?

Zhuo Jian was even more wronged.

Is she crying?

She almost hated herself to death for breaking out such a big deal in 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 expect too much from him, and not to get too deep.

His good, his bad, all don't know when they will suddenly fall on her.

If she can't wake up and go on...

Zhuo Jian closed her eyes and tried to calm herself down. The book said that if a pregnant woman had a bad temper during pregnancy, she might give birth to an irritable and depressed child. She had to adjust her mood.

Forget it, see the elders tomorrow, and then leave.

-

Before she woke up the next morning, she heard a familiar voice in a daze.

"Oh, Mr. Li called my wife so early just to tell her you're okay? Why? Mr. Li thought my wife cared about your life? You're overthinking it."

Fu Yanye turned his back to the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked at the woman who was still lightly sleeping on the bed, and hung up the phone after speaking.

Zhuo Jian gradually opened her eyes and saw him standing in front of the glass curtain, the rainwater all over the window made his tall body a back view, which really reflected his cold side.

Seeing her wake up, Fu Yanye walked to the bed, put the phone back on the bed, and said to her, "Li Yuqing said he's fine."

Zhuo Jian glanced at the mobile phone on the bedside table, it really belonged to her.

He never asked her permission to answer the phone for her.

Zhuo Jian got used to it, but sat up with a little effort, and found that she still had a low-grade fever when she found the heavy neck.

Fu Yanye asked her: "The old house already knows that you are back, so let's go back after hanging the needle in the morning."

Zhuo Jian agreed, "Yes!"

Seeing how obedient she was when she woke up early in the morning, Fu Yanye wondered if she forgot 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 dragged her there.

Fu Yanye looked down at Su Jie on the bedside table again, and deliberately took her cell phone again.