Such a close distance made Yan Mu feel a little uncomfortable, and turned around and whispered: "I can blow it myself." ”

Fu Chen's eyebrows frowned slightly: "Your hair is long, and it is not easy for you to dry it in the back." ”

For some reason, he just didn't like her rejection of his proximity.

Although he knew her more because he was embarrassed, he still clearly didn't remember the way they got along before.

But I just don't like it, I just subconsciously feel that they should be very close.

But just as he finished speaking, her voice sounded in his head.

The voice was far away and faint, mixed with some unclear images, and it seemed to be such a bedroom, he and her.

Her voice was soft, quibble.

"I blew it, but the hair on the back can't be blown, it's not because you are busy and don't want to trouble you. ”

A heavy feeling of dizziness rose in his mind, and his eyebrows instantly knotted.

Her voice was still vaguely lingering in her head.

"You can't rub it like this, will you blow it, go away, I'll do it myself. ”

"No, you haven't taken a bath, you haven't taken a bath......"

The hair dryer stopped in one position, Yan Mu felt that his scalp was a little hot, subconsciously reached out to block it, and looked up at him with some puzzlement.

At this glance, I realized that his expression was not quite right at the moment, and his thick eyebrows were tightly locked, as if he was enduring something.

Her heart sank: "What's wrong?"

In those deep eyes, it was a little hot.

It was just a matter of an eye, he threw the hair dryer on the bedside table, and no matter what her reaction was, he kissed it directly.

In her completely stunned and completely stunned gaze, he directly pushed her back a few steps and pressed her onto the bed.

The kiss was so rapid and intense that I couldn't find the slightest reason.

Yan Mu was terrified for a while, okay, what's wrong with him?

Fu Chen pressed his hands on her shoulders, the force was not too great, and it was obviously not going to let her escape at this moment.

He gagged her lip flap and leaned straight into the siege.

Yan Mu's breathing quickly became difficult, she wanted to resist, she wanted to escape, but at this moment, his appearance made her a little scared for no reason.

Her body was stiff, and she could clearly feel his hot snort.

It wasn't until he couldn't breathe anymore that he reached out to his chest in a hurry and carefully.

"Yes...... Can you give me a breather? ”

It was what she had to say, but she barely heard a word out of her mouth.

Fu Chen's thin lips were loosened, but he didn't mean to leave, and bit her neck directly.

It seemed that at that moment, Yan Mu suddenly figured it out, took a few deep breaths, and then spoke softly: "You, do you remember something?"

The man didn't respond, almost frantically gnawing at her neck.

It seemed that only in this way did his mind seem to explode, and the sudden dizziness and pain could be regarded as a slight relief.

Yan Mu squeezed his hands into his palms hard, he didn't answer, but she already had an answer.

So, what did he remember?

Remembering that he used to blow her hair too, or did he remember that they were so close?

For a moment, she didn't know whether to be happy or sad, and her hands hung down on both sides.

There were so many things he could think of in the past, so many past things he had with her, and what he had forgotten was the past of seventeen years between him and her.

Forget it, forget it all.

A sour smile tugged at the corner of her lips, as if the man who was pressing on her and almost venting had also made her unconscious.

Until the tears that had accumulated in the eyes finally slipped down the corners of the eyes and quickly fell onto the quilt.

Who said she didn't hurt, in the past five years, she is simply worse than dead.

The person on her body finally stopped moving, Fu Chen pressed one hand to her side, and the other hand pressed heavily on her eyebrows, trying her best to calm down.

When he looked up at Yan Mu again, a lot of cold sweat was already evident from the corners of his forehead.

Yan Mu's gaze did not evade, and his eyes looked at his deep eyes with some hollowness.

At that glance, Fu Chen's eyes turned into great guilt and distress, and he reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Don't be afraid, it scares you?"

"Can you get up?" she finally reacted, and her face turned a little colder.

Fu Chen got up and got out of bed, watched Yan Mu also get up, hugged another quilt over, and slept on the side of the bed farthest away from him.

Her meaning was obvious, she looked angry, but she obviously didn't mean to kick him out of bed.

Someone's mood eased a little, and it was obvious that his skin was thickening, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked to her side.

Yan Mu frowned slightly, and glanced at him vigilantly.

It wasn't until I saw him covered with another quilt and slept on the other half of the bed that I was a little vigilant.

Fu Chen lay on his side, his eyes looking at her: "Are you still angry?"

Yan Mu turned his back directly, not looking at him, but his face quickly became hot.

Yes, she was angry, but she wasn't unclear in her heart, she was angry not that he touched her, but that he forgot.

Obviously since five years ago, he has forgotten.

But even she couldn't tell why over the years, she had at most resentment and unwillingness, but tonight, at the moment when he just kissed her, she was angry that he had forgotten so much of the past.

Even though they can be together well now, the hurdle in her heart can't be overcome after all.

After all, she couldn't help but mind, he forgot about those things.

The man behind him leaned over, and through the quilt, she could feel that he was touching her.

Yan Mu's voice was slightly cold: "You stay away from me." ”

A man began to stage a dog skin plaster that he couldn't shake off: "Xiao Mu, my quilt is already warm, or let's change the bed quilt." ”

"I don't need to, you stay away from me!"

"I thought about it, we are husband and wife, and there is nothing wrong with my behavior......"

The next moment, the woman, who had her back to him, turned over violently, glaring at him with great annoyance and hatred.

"You're not done, you go and lay the floor!"

"In this kind of weather, it is cold on the ground. Fu Chen's face was gentle and calm, and his face was realistic and objective.

Yan Mu's temples jumped up and down.

In the end, she still took a deep breath, restrained her emotions, and her voice returned to calm: "Sleep, it's late." ”

After being quiet for three seconds, a man spoke in a low voice again: "I see that your hands are so cold, can your feet sleep hot?"

Yan Mu gasped with a "hiss", if she threw this man out at this moment, would she be too rude and look like she didn't look like a woman?

She doesn't speak, she endures.

And the next moment, Fu Chen directly reached out of the quilt and grabbed her foot that was curled up.

The coldness of her feet was instantly covered with warmth, and at the same time, her mind was like a firework explosion, and her teeth were chattering......