Chapter 71 Mature Mulberries “Take it off, I’ll help you.”

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the rain was pouring down, and the dense raindrops connected together looked like a string of delicate and exquisite bead curtains.

Zhuang Mowen sat down in front of her. Sang Fu paused and looked away from the page.

She considers herself to be a person with good concentration, whether when she is studying or working. When Sang Fu wants to do something, she will do it wholeheartedly and will hardly be affected by other factors.

But when he was in front of her, it was really hard for her to focus on other things.

"Then we'll ask a fortune teller to calculate an auspicious date some other day," he said. "We can't be vague about this."

Ask a master to calculate?

Sang Fu was stunned. She felt it was ridiculous and funny at the same time: "Are you serious?"

He is a professor of physics.

Zhuang Mowen has delved deeply into physics for many years and has achieved considerable success. Logically speaking, shouldn't he be a staunch materialist?

He actually said something that was contrary to his ideas.

Of course he saw her surprise, "No?"

Sang Fu hurriedly shook her head. "It's not that I can't. I just didn't expect you to pin your hopes on something that has no scientific basis."

Zhuang Mowen smiled, his eyes curved gently. "I didn't believe this before."

Before Yicheng, Zhuang Mowen was not sure whether this unknown wedding could be held smoothly.

He was ready to let her get out of it, whether it was marriage or wedding. As long as she clearly expressed her unwillingness, he thought he would not force her or restrict her.

But she agreed.

Regarding her affairs and her wedding, he always tried to make every aspect and every detail more perfect, leaving no regrets.

Sang Fu looked into his eyes and suddenly felt at peace.

Over the years, she has been expecting but disappointed. She is like drifting in a boundless ocean, floating up and down, unable to find a fulcrum, and a wave can drown her at any time.

Now she seemed to be slowly, slowly beginning to have a fulcrum in the ocean that belonged to her.

She gave a soft smile and lowered her head to read.

In fact, she couldn't read anything at all, but after flipping through two pages, she suddenly remembered something: "By the way, should I go visit Grandpa this month?"

Zhuang Mowen hummed. There were several books on the table that she had read. She read a wide range of books. He took one and flipped through it. "I urged you once last week, but I pushed it off until this Saturday."

He had just returned from Yicheng last week, and the wound was still fresh, with gauze bandaged on his forehead. If his parents found out, the car accident would be impossible to conceal.

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The rain fell for an hour and then stopped. When it was dark, it started to rain again, even harder than in the afternoon.

It was really inconvenient to travel, so Sang Fu told Aunt Zhao not to make the trip over and that they could take care of dinner themselves.

Since they are all at home, Aunt Zhao will buy a little more vegetables, so there is always some left after cooking, and there is still some left in the refrigerator.

Zhuang Mowen fried a few dishes and Sang Fu stewed the soup. This was her second time cooking in Jinyuan. She didn't mix up the seasonings and the food tasted delicious.

It was raining and she couldn't go out. These two days, Sangfu had inspiration for a new book. After taking a shower, she sat in front of the computer and typed on the keyboard.

She didn't know how long it had been before she heard some footsteps. Sang Fu turned her head and saw Zhuang Mowen had just come out of the shower, with the tips of his hair a little wet. He was standing by the table, looking down at her without saying a word.

Sang Fu was a little confused and blinked her eyelashes.

Zhuang Mowen continued to look at her with a focused gaze. After a while, he said, "This seems to be the first time I've seen you wearing glasses."

Only then did Sanfu realize that she was still wearing glasses.

"Isn't it ugly? I only wear it when I'm looking at the computer."

At first, Sangfu didn't plan to wear glasses when meeting people, as she felt that they were a bit heavy and uncomfortable on her nose.

When she goes out, she wears contact lenses at most, but contact lenses also have disadvantages. After all, they are not as convenient as framed glasses. She can't wear them after taking a shower at night, so she also prepared a pair of framed glasses for use at home.

Although she and Zhuang Mowen lived under the same roof before, their behaviors were completely different. They had almost no communication at night, so he naturally had never seen her wearing glasses.

Sang Fu raised her hand, pinched the temple of her glasses and was about to take them off, but Zhuang Mowen stopped her.

He leaned down closer to her face, "Let me see."

A person's habits cannot be easily changed, and it will take some time for Sangfu to adapt to the close relationship with him.

As the man's breath approached, Sang Fu's breathing stagnated, and she suddenly stiffened from her hair to her toes. Her limbs seemed to be fixed, and she dared not move.

Her face was very narrow and small, just the size of a palm, with beautiful and harmonious facial features. She wore thick brown-framed glasses on her nose, and her eyes were round and black under the lenses, and it was obvious that her eyesight was not very high.

The frame was quite big, almost covering half of her face.

"Not ugly." He looked at it carefully for a moment and said, "Cute."

Sanfu was so dizzy and seeing stars because of that "cute" word: "Ah."

"Then I won't pick it."

This was the first time she changed her decision so quickly.

Zhuang Mowen supported himself on the table with one hand, watching her cheeks gradually turn pink.

It's always interesting when she's shy.

There is basically no big fluctuation in expression. At first glance, he looks calm, but in fact his face is already red.

Well, this is even cuter.

He bent down and kissed her.

From all aspects, it can be seen that Sangfu must have been the kind of student who listened to her teachers very much when she was studying. She would focus on memorizing the key points the teacher said and applying them in practice.

For example, he taught her to close her eyes for the first time.

It was just a light kiss, and she seemed frightened and closed her eyes tightly.

"It's better to pick it." He looked at her and said thoughtfully, "It will delay things."

Sanfu: "What's the matter?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand to take off her glasses. His movements were gentle, and his breath was just as gentle, but it made it difficult for her to break free.

"Business."

He casually closed his glasses, which knocked lightly against the table. Sangfu closed her eyes. Every time they kissed, her mind went blank. The hot and soft touch of her lips was infinitely magnified... and magnified again, occupying all her senses.

He kissed her a little deeper than usual, prying open her teeth, and the light kiss gradually turned into a tangle of lips and teeth.

Sang Fu couldn't hold on any longer and could hardly breathe. She instinctively shrank back with a "hmm", but he didn't let her go and kept pushing forward.

It is easy to become confused when you lack oxygen. When you reacted, Sangfu was already sitting in the man's arms.

This posture is so weird and embarrassing.

She subconsciously wanted to get down, but the next second someone grabbed her waist again.

"Just a hug."

At this angle, Sang Fu could just see the wound on his forehead, and her heart softened again.

The weather was getting warmer. Sangfu had just taken a shower and was wearing very thin cotton pajamas, which were light pink with white rabbit prints on them, which matched her skin tone very well.

She sat on his lap, curled up slightly against him, which was not very natural, like a skinny cat.

Through her pajamas, Zhuang Mowen could faintly feel the bones of her spine, and the tiny but obvious bulge hidden under her palm.

He paused and asked, "Do you always wear it to bed?"

Sanfu could feel where his hand landed and knew what he was asking: "No. It started from the day you moved in."

Zhuang Mowen didn't say anything, and what she said was not difficult to understand.

It is not as comfortable and casual as sleeping alone when a man and a woman are in the same room and on the same bed.

"Isn't it uncomfortable to wear it while sleeping?"

Sanfu thought for a moment and said, "A little bit."

Moreover, it is not good for women's health over the years.

Zhuang Mowen asked in a gentle voice, "Then take it off, okay?"

He hoped that she could be less restrained in front of him and be her true self.

Sang Fu remained silent, lowering her brows and thinking seriously for a long time before she finally made up her mind and replied in a low voice, "Okay."

After saying that, Sangfu pushed him.

Zhuang Mowen was confused: "Huh?"

"I'm going to the bathroom."

"What are you doing in the bathroom?"

Sangfu was silent for a moment, then spoke awkwardly, "Just... take this off."

"No need to go," Zhuang Mowen paused and said, "I'll help you, quickly."

Sang Fu's brain stopped working for a moment, and she said blankly: "Oh, that's fine."

It doesn’t seem to make any difference, the final result is that you have to take it off anyway.

"Then come on."

"Um."

Zhuang Mowen moved down, and his fingertips touched the edge of her hem. He paused gently before lifting it up and reaching in.

His dry fingertips pressed lightly on her skin. Sangfu's waist was the most sensitive part. She could still bear it through the clothes, but such naked contact made her tremble instinctively.

Zhuang Mowen's voice came from above his head.

"What's wrong?"

Sanfu simply rested her head against his chest and said, "...It's okay, just a little itchy."

Zhuang Mowen said, "Then I'll be faster."

"Um."

The skin under her pajamas was warm and elastic. Zhuang Mowen walked up along her thin back and could touch the slender back groove in the middle.

"Sanfu."

He touched the strap of her bra and pushed his fingers inside. Zhuang Mowen couldn't help but lower his head and kissed the top of her head, murmuring: "You are too thin. I can't feel any flesh."

Sanfu said, "You are exaggerating. It is obvious that there is."

Her frame is small to begin with, and it would be terrible if she were just skin and bones. She just has a small appetite and eats less, so she is a little thinner than normal people.

"Where is it?"

With a light sound, the bra straps were unfastened, and the feeling of restraint on Sangfu's body disappeared.

She was wearing a style with detachable shoulder straps. Zhuang Mowen removed both shoulder straps, then walked slightly in front of her, grabbed the fallen piece of fabric in his palm and brought it out.

"On the waist," Sanfu defended herself seriously, "Didn't you touch it?"

Zhuang Mowen: "Really?"

"I didn't touch it carefully just now," he said seriously, "How about I feel it again?"

Sang Fu hurriedly shook her head: "No, no, it's really itchy."

Zhuang Mowen smiled and turned his head to look at the computer. The entire screen was filled with densely packed settings information.

"Still writing?"

It's almost eleven o'clock.

After being messed around with by him, Sanfu was already limp with just a kiss. She really didn't want to think anymore, so she simply said, "I don't want to write anymore."

Zhuang Mowen raised his hand and closed the laptop. "So, are you going to sleep?"

"good."

Sang Fu agreed. Just as she was about to get off him, her body flew into the air. Zhuang Mowen held her steadily and took a few big steps forward, and Sang Fu was put on the bed.

At this moment, her chest was empty. Sang Fu was still not used to facing him. She grabbed the quilt and covered herself with it. Seeing him walk around the end of the bed with no intention of lying down, she asked, "Where are you going?"

Zhuang Mowen turned sideways, holding the piece of clothing she had taken off in his hand.

"You go to sleep first, I'll clean it up."

Sang Fu opened her eyes blankly. After a few seconds, she watched Zhuang Mowen's disappearing back and the sound of water in the bathroom.

She suddenly understood something and her face turned red.

A few minutes later, Zhuang Mowen turned around and came back.

Sangfu lay with her back to him, motionless, breathing deeply.

Sometimes she fell asleep very quickly, in just three to five minutes. Once before going to bed, Zhuang Mowen went to get a glass of water, and in the time it took him to get there, Sang Fu fell asleep alone.

Zhuang Mowen lay down on her without making any noise, and gently approached her and hugged her.

In fact, you can feel some soft flesh on her belly, just a little bit, but there is really nothing on her back.

He closed his eyes.

The rain outside the window had stopped long ago.

Zhuang Mowen was thinking, why not give Aunt Zhao another day off.

Make breakfast for her tomorrow.

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The author has something to say: Actually, when I wrote about the first time we slept together, I wanted to say that it’s not good for Xiaofu to sleep in underwear, and one day Zhuang will take it off with his own hands. [Hug][Hug][Hug]

I originally wanted to make up for the two-in-one class today, but when I got home I was as tired as the first day of the new year.

Get a good night’s sleep and make up for it tomorrow.