Sweet wedding kiss, Mr. Huo’s most cherished treasure

Fuyue shook his head, did not answer the question, and lowered his head to eat.

Lu Mian looked at the girl sitting next to him, with a slight glint in his dark eyes. He probably wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

After Fuyue had eaten her fill, she took Lu Mian's hand and went upstairs.

Returning to the bedroom, Fuyue closed the door. Lu Mian looked at her with interest and asked with a smile, "What do you want to do?"

Fuyue glanced at Lu Mian and whispered, "It's nothing."

After saying this, Fuyue lowered his head, walked into the bedroom, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Lu Mian followed and walked over. Fuyue's performance fell in Lu Mian's eyes, making him clearly feel that Fuyue's mood was not right.

The little girl has something on her mind, and she doesn't want to tell him what's on her mind yet.

Lu Mian felt a little unhappy when this conjecture appeared in his mind. He hoped Fu Yue could open her heart to him.

Lu Mian walked to the bed and touched Fu Yue's hair. Fu Yue sniffed, leaned forward and leaned into Lu Mian's arms.

The temperature of the man's body spread to Fuyue's cheek through a layer of clothing. He had a normal body temperature that a person should have. How could it be an illusion?

Fuyue couldn't understand, but it was a fact that this world was an illusion, and she couldn't escape it.

Fuyue closed her eyes, raised her arms to wrap around the man's lean and strong waist, and put most of her body close to Lu Mian's arms.

"Lu Mian, I like you." Fuyue said softly. Her voice was a bit deep. Unlike the high-pitched and soft voices of most women, Fuyue's voice sounded textured.

Even if they just listen to the voice, most people would not think that Fuyue has the tenderness that girls generally have.

Lu Mian curled up the corners of his lips with a smile on his face, "I know."

"Lu Mian, I actually met you first." Fuyue said. Lu Mian didn't find it strange. He had long thought that Fuyue might have seen him before he could see Fuyue.

"When?" Lu Mian asked. He rubbed the back of the girl's head. At this moment, Lu Mian treated Fu Yue with a tenderness he had never treated anyone before.

Fuyue thought for a moment, "It was at the door of your friend's shop. You were wearing black clothes. That was the first time I met you."

After Fu Yue reminded him, Lu Mian remembered what happened that day.

That day when he went to see Huo Qingchen, it seemed that he was also looking for something from the past.

Later, because of some Lu family matters, it was settled.

"Fuyue, I want to have a future with you." Lu Mian's voice was low.

Fuyue paused and nodded, "Lu Mian, I know."

I don't know since when, the two of them seemed to be able to communicate with each other, and they could understand each other even if they didn't say it out loud.

In the evening, Lu Mian went to the guest room to take a shower and gave Fuyue the bathroom in the master bedroom.

Fuyue didn't take a shower. She stood behind the sink and looked at herself in the mirror with clear eyes.

The light in the bathroom was very bright, making the girl's skin seem transparent.

Fuyue pursed her lips, raised her arm, and slowly moved her fingers closer to the glass.

Sure enough, my fingertips could penetrate the glass, just as they would disappear after driving into the black fog while riding on the highway today.

Mingshui Mansion is also on the edge of fantasy.

Fuyue took out his hand, and a clear thought flashed through his mind.

The reason why people fall into illusions and cannot get out is because of the loss of self-awareness.

Now, Fuyue's self-awareness is complete. She will not choose to stay in the illusion all her life. The real Lu Mian is still waiting for her. Fuyue cannot sink in the illusion.

Fuyue blinked, her mind tense, and she quickly reviewed all the details of this illusion in her mind.

All people and things are the same as before, as if they were simply pasted and copied, and no loopholes can be found.

But for now, the only way to leave the illusion is to find the loopholes in this illusion.

Fuyue pursed her lips and suddenly paused while grabbing her hair.

It's Lu Mian. Except for Lu Mian, everything in the fantasy and everything in reality are fake.

Lu Mian is the loophole in the illusion.

The illusion is fake, fictitious, and does not exist, so Lu Mian must also be fake and a person who does not exist.

Therefore, Fuyue clenched his fingers. The only way to leave the illusion was to make Lu Mian disappear. In this way, the illusion would disappear.

Fuyue looked at herself in the mirror again. She closed her eyes for a moment, and then opened them again. Sure enough, a sharp dagger appeared on the sink.

Fuyue tugged at her lips. She guessed correctly that the only way to leave the illusion was to make Lu Mian disappear.

When Lu Mian came back from the guest room, there was no one in the bedroom, and there was the sound of running water coming from the bathroom.

Lu Mian closed the door. He held a household registration book in his hand, which was a temporary identity certificate for Fuyue.

After a while, Fuyue came from the bathroom. She was wearing a ginger-yellow long-sleeved pajamas, a two-piece set, covering herself tightly from top to bottom.

Lu Mian smiled, "You're already going to bed and you're still wearing so many clothes. Aren't you hot?"

"It's not hot." Fuyue winked at him, "Shall we sleep together tonight?"

"If you mind, I'll go to the guest room." Lu Mian said.

Fuyue was silent for a while, shook his head, "I don't mind."

Lu Mian curled her lips and raised her hand towards Fuyue, "Come here."

Fuyue walked to the bedside, and Lu Mian held her hand and pulled her into his arms, asking her to see her temporary household registration book, "This is temporary. The birthday Xu Qionglin wrote for you is nineteen. It hasn't arrived yet." We are of legal age and we can’t get married tomorrow.”

Fuyue looked at the date of birth in her household registration book. Even she didn't know her specific birthday. Xu Qionglin must have made up the date he filled in blindly.

"There are still two months left." Fuyue said, pointing with his clean fingertips to the line of birth date in the household registration book, "There are still two months until I am twenty years old."

Lu Mian sighed and threw the household registration book on the bedside table, "Xu Qionglin's work is getting worse and worse."

"This matter has nothing to do with Assistant Xu. I may not actually be twenty years old." Fuyue said. She glanced at Lu Mian, "Do you want to tamper with my age?"

"Don't dare." Lu Mian rubbed Fu Yue's hair. He looked at Fu Yue with a very gentle gaze, so gentle that Fu Yue even imagined being like those who have lost their self-awareness, forever immersed in fantasy.

"I'll wait until you turn twenty." Lu Mian's voice was low.

Fuyue's eyes flickered, and she nodded, then raised her hand to push Lu Mian's shoulder, "Go to sleep, I'm sleepy."

Lu Mian's body still had some sequelae, so Fuyue lay beside him and helped him rub his temples.

"Let the family doctor come over to check you tomorrow." Fuyue said, "There may be some bad symptoms."

Lu Mian nodded, held her wrist and pulled her into her arms, "I know, it's getting late, let's go to bed."

Fuyue responded, raised her head and kissed Lu Mian's chin, "Good night, Lu Mian, I wish you a good morning tomorrow."