He obviously heard the conversation between her and Yan Ruyu just now.

He was covered in water, Luo Nanchu was wet by him, she frowned slightly, and her voice was indifferent, "Let go of me." ”

"Aren't you going to wash it? Or do you want to sleep with my stuff? ”

Luo Nanchu's face suddenly turned ugly, and he raised his hand to push him away, Fu Tingyuan saw that she was angry, so he restrained his expression, carried her into the bathroom, and said softly: "I'll clean it up for you." ”

The bathtub was already full of water, and Luo Nanchu pursed his lips: "I'll wash it myself." ”

Fu Tingyuan naturally ignored her, he carried someone into the bathtub, took off the water-soaked turtleneck sweater on Luo Nanchu, and let the warm water wet her long soft hair.

Luo Nanchu watched his movements, frowned, and then was hugged into his arms by Fu Tingyuan, let her lean on his chest, and he bathed her like before.

The hot water made her a little drowsy, her body was really tired, and she also knew that she would not listen to this guy if she refused, so she simply closed her eyes and let him clean up.

The dirt in her body was guided out by his hands, although the movements were very light, her body still trembled a few times with some sensitivity, and the man chuckled a few times in a low voice, and then walked out of the bathtub with her in his arms.

He wrapped a bath towel and put her on the sofa, then took out the hair dryer to blow her hair, Luo Nanchu curled up on the sofa and fell asleep tiredly.

What she wanted to ask, what she wanted to know, Fu Tingyuan wouldn't tell her.

So even the strength to ask questions is gone.

He made her really tired.

*

When I woke up, I didn't know what time it was.

Thick curtains were drawn inside the room, and the light was dim.

The man hadn't left, lying on the bed with her, neither of them wearing clothes, his arms around her waist, holding her possessively in his arms.

Luo Nanchu broke free, got out of his arms, and sat at the head of the bed with his head down and rubbing his temples.

Fu Tingyuan was still sleeping, he looked as if he hadn't slept well for a long time, and he looked more tired than her.

Her gaze slowly fell from his brow to his right palm, which was relaxed on the quilt.

There was a deep wound on it, as if it had been punctured by some sharp object, and the inside of the wound was faintly black.

She subconsciously looked down, wondering what those black things were, how could they be stained into the flesh, Fu Tingyuan's arm raised, fished her back from the bedside, and pressed her over and pressed her on the bed.

"You ......"

She shouted in a low voice, and was kissed softly by him on the mouth, and the man's cheek gently rubbed her shoulder, and her tone was very soft: "When I think of you, sometimes I prick myself with something." …… More often than not, I was in the office, and when I came to my senses, the pen punctured the palm of my hand. ”

“……”

"The ink seems to have seeped in." He hugged her slowly, "It seems disgusting, the piece of meat looks like it's rotten." ”

Luo Nanchu pushed him: "Get up." ”

"Don't." He held her in his arms completely, "I've been patient for a long, long time. Let me hug you again. ”

His heartbeat overlapped with hers, just like half a year ago, and those blank hours seemed to be filled with each other's body temperatures.

Luo Nanchu let him hold him for a while, then pushed him away and got out of bed.

She opened the closet, took out the clothes, put them on, then turned to the man lying on the bed and said, "Don't let people see when you go out, I'm leaving." ”

Fu Tingyuan looked at her while lying on the bed and called out her name: "Chu Chu." ”

Luo Nanchu turned around, tied his hair up, and left without looking back.