"Ding—"

The door clicked open, and the sound echoed in the dark, empty room.

Throwing the document bag in his hand on the sofa, Geng Nansong was ready to go into the room to get a change of clothes.

"Click..."

Walking to the door of the room, he was surprised to find that there was a light leaking out of the study.

Subconsciously recalled whether there were confidential documents in the study, Geng Nansong held his breath and took out his mobile phone to prepare to call the police.

As soon as the screen opened, WeChat's message popped up first.

"Tong Huan: It's late, aren't you coming back?", an hour ago.

Geng Nansong looked at this message and was stunned for a while, then turned his head to look at the empty bedroom and breathed a sigh of relief.

He had forgotten that he wasn't alone in this house now...

Glancing at the time, it was already past one o'clock in the morning.

Gently pushing open the door of the study, Geng Nansong saw that behind the computer, Tong Huan was lying on the table.

Video clips were still displayed on the screen, but the person was already asleep on the table until he was snoring.

"Tong Huan, Huanhuan?"

Under his pushing, Tong Huan got up from the table with sleepy eyes.

"Go to bed, shall you?"

Tong Huan turned his head to look at Geng Nansong's face and was stunned, as if he was awake.

It took several minutes before his eyes turned to sobriety.

"You're back," Tong Huan rubbed his eyes and turned his head to look at the time. "Are you working so late?"

"The project is over, and things are more complicated..."

After saying a few words to Geng Nansong, Tong Huan didn't feel sleepy. I even felt more awake in my head, and hunger came with it.

She hadn't eaten much all day...

"Do you want to cook you some supper?" asked Tong Huan before Geng Nansong entered the bathroom. "I'm a little hungry too. ”

Touching his hungry stomach that was a little sunken, Tong Huan couldn't help but stretch out his sinful hands to the night supper.

Hearing this, Geng Nansong asked rhetorically, "Didn't you eat well today?"

"How do you say that?"

"You had a bit of a big reaction after drinking yesterday, and I don't think you have much appetite today..."

Geng Nansong's tone was light and light, but Tong Huan suddenly wanted to get through the second pulse of Ren Du and recalled the details of last night, and the whole person was fluctuating...

Why did you suddenly bring this up... Of course, Tong Huan didn't forget that she was forcibly put into someone's arms to sleep last night.

Thinking of this, Tong Huan suddenly realized. She, a young woman, rolled into the man's arms!

Recalling the events at that time, even if Tong Huan's actions crossed the line, Geng Nansong only hugged himself, and he was still eight hundred miles away from the yellow line...

Looking at Geng Nansong's back as he walked into the bathroom, Tong Huan was suddenly a little curious.

This man... Is the contemporary Megumi Yanagishita of high moral character?

Walk into the kitchen and see the sink. Tong Huan inevitably recalled his inexplicable actions last night.

"Why don't you rely on people's shoulders!

The vegetable leaves in his hands were about to be torn bald, and Tong Huan grabbed the vegetable pole and angrily vented the inexplicable emotions in his heart.

Is he a gentleman or is he... Not interested in her at all?

...

After all, it was a supper, and Tong Huan didn't dare to eat too presumptuously. Fry two eggs and blanch a few more slices of greens.

Although there was no clear answer, Tong Huan still prepared one for Geng Nansong.

When she brought out the supper, Geng Nansong came out of the study.

"I fried the eggs, let's pad my stomach! It's too late to eat too much for fear of accumulating food." ”

It's two o'clock...

"Have you been sitting on the greens at home for a long time?"

"Huh?"

"Today's leaves look wilted?"

"Eat it! I bought it two days ago, it's fresh!"

Geng Nansong looked at Tong Huan, who suddenly spoke stiffly, with an inexplicable expression...

......

Probably just fell asleep for a while, Tong Huan stared at the bed and lay on the bed for a while without feeling sleepy.

Probably because it was hard to work overtime, and not long after turning off the lights, Geng Nansong, who was lying next to him, didn't move.

Tong Huan turned sideways, and only a rough outline of him could be seen in the darkness.

Geng Nansong's sleep was very good, and when Tong Huan was rolling around for so many days, the two of them slept on both sides of the bed in an orderly manner.

Separated by a pillow, Tong Huan thought casually.

There shouldn't be anyone stranger than them, the two of them have known each other combined... Nor no more than ten days. But they live together, see each other every day, and even sleep in the same bed...

sighed, but Tong Huan couldn't help but think about it, he... Why did you get married?

To cope with the nagging at home? To solve the troubles? Or what?

What will happen to them in the future?

The wakefulness in the middle of the night made Tong Huan suddenly realize that a reckless decision before had brought about many more changes than she originally imagined.

......

"I think we'll be a good fit. ”

Tong Huan opened her eyes from the darkness again, this was the conversation she had before she and Geng Nansong received their marriage certificate.

She also told her parents about it...

In the gap of the curtains, some glimmer leaked in.

Tong Huan took a deep breath, lifted the quilt and got to Geng Nansong's side.

She stiffened her posture a little, moving closer to him without touching him. At least now they look more like newlyweds.

Subconsciously even lightened his breathing, Tong Huan looked at the ceiling, so nervous that his hands and feet trembled a little.

Geng Nansong, he is indeed a very good person.

She is a gentleman and has a very serious personality and can respect and understand her. At least so far, all his behaviors can be called a perfect husband.

Perhaps, she should be able to try to truly accept him. Like, a relationship that starts out a little wonderfully is worth cherishing and respecting.

Tong Huan thought so in her heart, and she couldn't think of a better way to deal with this relationship for the time being.

In her scarce love life, such a proposition is obviously overstepping.

The worst outcome is nothing more than getting another divorce certificate...

"Sleep. ”

The sound of breathing in his ears suddenly became clearer, and Tong Huan could even feel the other person's breath rubbing the touch of the tip of his ear, tickling.

The heartbeat is exceptionally clear, calm and powerful.

This was not her heartbeat, Tong Huan was dulled in Geng Nansong's arms for a moment before she realized that the heartbeat she noticed should belong to another person.

Geng Nansong may have been awakened by her delicate movements, and hugged Tong Huan into his arms when she didn't react.

Gentle and powerful. And... Same the night before.

He closed his eyes and groped his way to press the quilt that was upturned behind Tong Huan.

She could feel the warmth of Geng Nansong's palm, gently wrapping it around her shoulder.

Blazing, yet restrained.

Throbbing and reassuring.

Tong Huan listened to the heartbeat in his ears that did not belong to him, and reached out to hug him tightly.

Sleepiness is also coming.