Morbid domestication

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This is my No.30 nine days of living in this villa.

Treatment continues...

In the afternoon, when I woke up from the consultation room, I immediately noticed Feng Jue sitting on the sofa beside me.

It feels so good to see my lover by my side as soon as I open my eyes. The sense of security and happiness is indescribable. Even if Feng Jue didn't say anything, he just looked at me quietly and full of love. , also made me crazy.

Seeing me wake up, Feng Jue smiled at me: "Are you awake?"

My brain was still groggy, but my physical discomfort didn't affect my happy mood at all. I almost immediately got up from the reclining chair and flew into Feng Jue's arms.

"Sir!" My voice announces the joy that I am about to break through the sky at this moment.

Feng Jue patted my head and asked in a low voice, "How do you feel today?"

"Feeling..." Feeling more in love with Mister!

During the treatment in the afternoon, I seemed to recall a few clips of me being with Feng Jue again. Those warm and sweet memories, although not many, made me feel that my love for Feng Jue deepened.

I can hardly restrain the strong emotion towards Feng Jue in my heart, I wish I could cut open my chest and let Feng Jue see, there is a fiery heart beating because of him at this very moment.

But after all, I am not a person who is too straightforward, and the words of confession are swallowed when they reach my mouth.

"Feel what?"

"No, it's nothing..." I buried my face in Feng Jue's arms, "I just feel that it's great to be with Mr...."

"Does Xiaoyi want to be with Mr. forever?"

I buried my face in Feng Jue's arms again, and after a few seconds, I mumbled, "Think."

After a pause, I couldn't help asking in a low voice, "What about Mr.?"

The neck was touched by Feng Jue's cool hand, and I could feel Feng Jue's fingertips gently caressing there, and I was almost immediately shuddered by such caress.

Strange, Feng Jue used to like to pinch my neck like this, I was always afraid and resisted in my heart, but now, I seem to like this feeling, I even raised my neck unconsciously, chasing Feng Jue touch.

why?Can a person's reaction to the same thing be so different before and after?Because I remember I love him?

But I quickly put this question aside, because I was eager to hear Feng Jue's affirmative answer, so I rubbed back and forth in Feng Jue's arms, expressing my urging silently.

After a while, Feng Jue finally answered: "As long as Xiao Yi is good, I can be with my husband forever."

good?

I think I'll be good because I love him.

This is my No.40 three days of living in this villa.

Depressed and very unhappy, because Feng Jue has to go on a business trip for a whole week!

The thought of not being able to see Feng Jue for a whole week made me feel depressed.

Because Feng Jue was leaving in the afternoon, I stuck to Feng Jue almost every inch of the morning, wishing I could tie myself to him and let him take me away too.

Now we are sitting on the sofa together, I am boringly flipping through a book about the piano in my hand, while Feng Jue is still handling the work with the tablet.

I can't bear to read the book. I am absent-minded and have to look up at Feng Jue almost every few minutes.

When I took a peek at Feng Jue for the nth time, I happened to be caught by Feng Jue who looked up. Before I could look away, I saw Feng Jue hooked his lips and asked with a smile, "What's wrong? You've been looking at me all morning." .”

It turns out that you still know, then you deliberately don't look at me, and you have to go on a business trip for a week.

I was so wronged and a little angry, I deliberately turned away from looking at Feng Jue at the beginning, and denied it: "I didn't look at you."

Then I heard Feng Jue's soft laughter.

ah!Even more angry!

But I didn't dare to vent my anger with Feng Jue, so I stood up and said, "Sir, I'm going upstairs." Then I turned around and wanted to leave.

The next second, my wrist was pulled backwards by a strong force, and before I could exclaim, I fell into Feng Jue's arms.

Feng Jue hugged me from behind, his lips were almost touching my ears, "My Xiaoyi is unhappy again, is it because I'm about to lose my husband?"

"No, no... no!" My face was so hot that I was almost bubbling.

"Dishonesty, you should be punished." Feng Jue pronounced the sentence in a low voice, and at the same time squeezed the hand on my stomach gently.

I panicked for a moment, and hurriedly opened my mouth to defend: "Sir! There is no dishonesty, I am very good! I——!"

I took a deep breath: "I'm just not happy because I won't see my husband for a week, so... that's why I'm not happy."

"Is that right?"

"Yes... yes!" As I said this, my grievance came up again, "Sir, can't you take me with you? I, will be obedient!"

Feng Jue sighed softly, and comforted him: "Xiao Yi, it will be soon in a week."

"But then I...I'll miss Mr. very much." I was sullen.

"I'll miss you too."

I don't think I will take me there, and I don't have a mobile phone. When Feng Jue is gone, there is no way I can contact him except to find Uncle Zhang.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look sideways at Feng Jue, and asked cautiously: "Sir, maybe you can give me a mobile phone? I mean, so that I can see Mr. when you are not at home, and hear Sir's voice, sir can see me too."

"...so it's okay?"

After finishing speaking, I nervously looked at Feng Jue's expression, and if he was even the slightest bit unhappy, I would immediately say no.

Feng Jue looked at me for a while, and finally agreed, "Okay."

I hugged Feng Jue's neck almost immediately, excitedly said: "Sir, you are so kind!"

This is the No.40 four days I lived in this villa.

As soon as I woke up in the morning, I immediately picked up the mobile phone beside me, edited the text message with the content I thought about last night, and sent it to Feng Jue.

Feng Jue arrived at the place in the middle of the night yesterday, I don't know if he is awake now.

After the message showed that the message was sent successfully, I couldn't help but read the message I sent several times. After reading it, I felt stupid in every word.

"Sir, are you here? Did you have a good rest? If you fell asleep, you can reply me when you wake up. I'm not in a hurry."

Ten minutes later, when I picked up the phone for the fifth time, the message of Feng Jue arrived late, so I hurriedly clicked on it.

"Just woke up, I have to work later, I'll talk to you later, Xiaoyi waits for me obediently."

I read this message four or five times over and over again, and my heart was almost bubbling with joy.

This happy mood lasted for a long time, even when I went downstairs to see Uncle Zhang, I was not affected in the slightest.

I didn't even need Zhang Bo's urging, I consciously punctually ate, exercised, read, and went to the studio again at noon.

The studio had been rearranged a long time ago, but because of the lack of many paintings, it was a bit empty.

I don't reject painting at all now, even though my painting is still poor, I am full of confidence because I know that I was a painter before, and it will be a matter of time before I pick up this skill.

I first took a picture of a white canvas for Feng Jue, and then edited the text message: "Sir, I'm going to start painting~"

Feng Jue replied quickly this time: What is Xiao Yi planning to draw?

Me: Sir, guess what I want to draw?

Seal: Tulip

Me: Yes, sir, you are so amazing that you guessed it.

Feng Jue: Is there a reward for guessing right?

Me: reward?But I have nothing, sir.

Feng Jue: I wonder if I can be lucky enough to have a painting of the little prince?

I foolishly smiled at the message on the phone, typed and sent it with fast fingers.

Me: Then I will give it to Mr. when I finish the painting!

I actually didn’t intend to draw tulips, it’s too difficult for me now, I originally wanted to draw the sky, but Feng Jue wanted tulips, so I’ll just draw tulips.

...

On the first day of Feng Jue's departure, I was busy waiting for and sending messages, and I didn't dare to disturb Feng Jue all the time, except for the time in the studio at noon, when Feng Jue replied to the message Both were late and the replies were curt.

So I try to reduce the number of times I send messages, but I have edited a lot of words in each message, most of which are to explain what I did and what I saw. If these words are not nutritious, I will not get a reply from Feng Jue immediately, but this is enough It made me curious and satisfied.

After dinner, I went upstairs with my mobile phone in my arms. While walking in the corridor on the second floor, I edited the message I sent to Feng Jue. The content was what I ate today, which dishes were delicious and which dishes were not. tasty.

In the middle of editing the information, my head suddenly hit the hard iron plate, and my forehead made a soft sound when it touched it.

I frowned and rubbed my forehead in pain, and when I looked up, I saw a familiar door—it was the door that was always locked between the second and third floors.

But at this moment, the door leaked a crack.

The dark shadow passed through the gap, like a dangerous monster hiding, quietly dormant, staring at me fiercely.

door, no lock...