Selina still has a lot of trust in her sweetheart.

Fu Tingyuan had already discussed with Feng Jin what to eat, and there happened to be a steak restaurant upstairs, and I heard that it tasted good, so I just took someone to try it.

He turned around to leave, his wrist was suddenly pinched by Feng Jin, and the man's always steady voice trembled slightly at this moment, "Ting Yuan, you turn your head and take a look." ”

As soon as Luo Nanchu raised her head, she met Fu Tingyuan's turned eyes, she didn't know what to feel in her heart, she broke free of Selina's fingers and turned around and hid back in the locker room.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps behind her, her heart tightened, and she subconsciously wanted to close the door of the locker room, and a hand reached over to resist her closing the door.

Luo Nanchu's gaze fell on the slender white hand, and she pursed her lips slightly.

The man's voice was tense and almost hoarse: "Luo Nanchu." ”

Luo Nan's heart trembled, the other party opened the door and walked in, she looked at the slender shadow on the ground, and unconsciously wanted to hide.

The man reached out and closed the door.

The locker room isn't big, but it's just big enough for two people.

Luo Nanchu lowered his head and looked at his toes, not knowing what to say for a while.

A hand reached over and pinched her chin, picking her face up.

In the dim light and shadow, the man's face was covered with an inauthentic shadow, and Luo Nanchu only felt that Fu Tingyuan was looking at her, and the fingers pinching her chin trembled slightly.

"Luo Nanchu."

He called her again.

"What......" she muttered under her breath.

The man let go of his hand suddenly, and then hugged her tightly, and the slightly unfamiliar fragrance on his body poured into his nose, making Luo Nanchu feel a little uncomfortable.

It may be that she has really slept for too long, and the smell on Fu Tingyuan's body is a little different from what she remembers, and she smells like she is alienated and indifferent.

The other party hugged her tightly, hugging her a little breathless, he didn't even have the ease of the night when he was drunk, he just hugged her like this, didn't dare to do anything, didn't dare to move anything.

Luo Nanchu's face was buried in his hard chest, she felt Fu Tingyuan's heart beating so fast and chaotic, she couldn't help but want to raise her head to look at Fu Tingyuan's expression, but he pressed the back of his head and pressed it hard in his arms.

She quieted down and let him hold her tight.

I don't know how long it took for Fu Tingyuan to slowly let go of her, he stood in front of her, looking at her with lowered eyes: "Luo Nanchu." ”

"Huh?"

"You're not dead."

There was no expression on his face, just his gaze fell on her face, a slight trance.

He looks like he sat on the couch that night and said word by word, "You are finally willing to let me dream of you." "It's exactly the same.

Did he think she was still dreaming?

Luo Nanchu pursed her lips slightly, she couldn't tell what it was like, her eyes fell on the ring finger of his right hand, and a wedding ring flashed slightly in the drowsy dressing room.

She laughed silently, then withdrew her gaze and whispered, "yes." I'm not dead. ”

Fu Tingyuan's body shook slightly, then he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and grabbed her hand tightly.

"Let's go out to dinner."

He looked like he had calmed down.

"yes, okay." She smiled.

Fu Tingyuan looked at her smile, his eyes shook slightly, and then he grabbed her hand.