fleeting years live up to your love

Although Fu Shengnian and Fu Shengnian have been married, Fu Shengnian has never slept with her in the same bed until dawn.

He left when he was done, simply and neatly.

Looking at the big bed in the master bedroom, Jian Yao scratched her head, momentarily at a loss.

She observed Fu Shengnian's face, and the man frowned slightly, as if he was not satisfied with this arrangement.

"I'll just sleep on the sofa on the first floor, and I'll use the bedroom for you."

Fu Shengnian turned his head to look at her, and after a while, he said the word 'um'.

Jian Yao was stunned.

Shouldn't he have said 'I sleep on the sofa and you sleep on the bed' at such a time?

Don't even understand the most basic pity and pity?

Forget it.

For a person who doesn't have her in his heart, he still expects to be sympathetic to her. Being willing to spend a weekend with her is already a gift from him to her.

She didn't care about it and decided to sleep on the sofa tonight.

The old lady probably couldn't think of the weekend she carefully arranged, but Fu Shengnian finally agreed to let her sleep on the sofa.

……

Fu Shengnian still cooked the dinner himself, cooked a pot of pasta to fill his stomach, and Jian Yao went to the second floor to find a quilt.

It was too cold on the first floor, and she couldn't stand it without a quilt.

However, there is only one clean and usable quilt in this house, and it is spread on the big bed in the master bedroom.

She went downstairs to find Fu Shengnian, who was sitting on the sofa reading a book comfortably.

"Just one quilt," she said.

Fu Shengnian let out an 'hmm' and said nothing.

This means that whatever she does to solve the problem of keeping warm tonight, it's none of his business anyway, right?

She was a little annoyed.

"Get out of the way, the sofa is mine." She said angrily.

Fu Shengnian closed the book in his hand, got up and went straight upstairs without even turning his head.

On a good weekend, I thought that the relationship between her and Fu Shengnian could make some progress, but I didn't expect that she came here to suffer.

She was lying on the sofa, looking at the ceiling illuminated white by the lights, feeling anxious and angry.

The weather is so cold, and the night in Linhai is much colder than that in City A. She doesn't believe that Fu Shengnian will ignore her.

But she lay on the sofa for a long time, and it was nine o'clock in the evening in a blink of an eye, but there was no movement upstairs.

At this moment, Fu Shengnian should have already got into the warm bed.

She put on her coat and endured it for another half an hour. She was so cold that she got up and walked upstairs lightly.

The door to the master bedroom was left open and ajar.

She pushed the door open a crack, and found Fu Shengnian leaning against the head of the bed, holding a book in his hand, reading it intently.

"It's cold." She walked in and closed the door gently.

The people on the bed ignored her, she walked to the bed, tentatively pulled up a corner of the quilt, seeing that Fu Shengnian was still silent, she boldly got into the quilt.

Fu Shengnian covered the bed very hot, and his hands and feet, which were so cold, felt the body temperature from Fu Shengnian, and they warmed up after a while.

She glanced at Fu Shengnian nervously, the man closed the book suddenly, put the book on the bedside table casually, and lay down.

He was so close to her that she could feel his warmth.

"Don't get me wrong, I don't have a quilt, and it's too cold on the first floor," she explained.

The man looked at her indifferently, his dark eyes were like a bottomless pool of cold water.

"Even if we're lying on the same bed, you don't have to worry, I promise I won't touch you." She said solemnly, "I'm not interested in you anymore."

As soon as this remark came out, Fu Shengnian frowned.

The man turned his back to her, and turned back after a while, with his arms around her waist, whether intentionally or not.

She subconsciously moved to the side, but he grabbed her back and put her in his arms.

"The reality of husband and wife is already established, so don't pretend to be reserved in front of me." Fu Shengnian's cold voice sounded above her head.

Just as she was about to refute, the man bowed his head and kissed her lips. He kissed her deeply, and he was very domineering, not giving her a chance to breathe.

At the same time, the man's hands were not idle, moving wantonly on her body, every stroke and touch of him gave her the feeling of being electrocuted.

Her mind went blank.

This seemed to be the first time Fu Shengnian kissed her lips.

……

Woke up the next day.

Jian Yao's whole body was in severe pain, but it was not so bad that she couldn't get out of bed.

Compared with the previous two times, Fu Shengnian was already very gentle last night.

She turned over, thinking that she was the only one on the bed, but when she turned around, she found Fu Shengnian lying beside her. The man was sleeping deeply, but breathing very lightly.

She froze for a few seconds, then let out a long breath.

The first time she saw Fu Shengnian sleeping, she couldn't help but look at it for a while.

Looking closely, the man's eyelashes are thick and long, his nose bridge is high, and his profile is beautiful.

She looked a little dazed, and even stretched out her hand involuntarily, and lightly poked Fu Shengnian's cheek.

Half-dream and half-awake, Fu Shengnian noticed that his cheek was touched by someone, slowly opened his eyes, caught a glimpse of Jian Yao lying beside him with his chin resting on the back of his hand, staring at him intently, he was briefly absent-minded.

The woman's black eyes were shining brightly, her pink lips were slightly pouty, and she looked a little cute.

When she met his gaze, she was obviously out of shape.

She got up in a hurry, got out of bed in a hurry, and rushed to grab the clothes he threw on the ground last night, one foot was entangled in the quilt, and she rolled to the ground with a 'boom'.

He sat up with frowned eyebrows, glanced at Jian Yao who was half kneeling on the ground covered by his clothes, muttered a daredevil in his heart, and then stretched out his hand to untie the quilt wrapped around her feet little by little.

She quickly dressed and rushed into the bathroom with a flushed face.

Thinking of her embarrassing appearance just now, Jian Yao wished to bump her head to death here, she desperately washed her face with cold water, which could be regarded as fading the blush on her face.

After taking a hot shower, she put on her bathrobe and came out, only to find Fu Shengnian smoking on the balcony wearing a coat, she hesitated for a while, and walked over.

"I'm...a little hungry."

The man put out the cigarette in his hand, threw her a "wait" and turned to go to the bathroom.

After taking a shower, he went downstairs to prepare breakfast.

She put on light makeup, changed her clothes and went downstairs.

Walking lightly to the door of the kitchen, she leaned against the door and peeked at Fu Shengnian.

The man was toasting bread, frying eggs, and bacon, and he looked like someone who had never been in a kitchen.

"Instead of peeking there, it's better to take out the hot milk." The man said without turning his head.

She felt a 'thump' in her heart, suspecting that he still had a pair of eyes on the back of his head.

"understood."

She stepped forward and poured the hot milk from the pot into the cups. As soon as she picked up the two cups of milk, she was so scalded that her hands shrank. The glass fell to the ground and shattered with a bang.

"Feel sorry."

She quickly squatted down to clean up.

But the shattered glass was still hot in her hand, she let out a hiss, and instinctively threw the shards away, but the shards landed on the back of Fu Shengnian's hand, leaving a bloodstain.