Chapter 82 Ripe Mulberries "Use up all the ones at home."

Maybe because she got home early yesterday, Sangfu woke up unexpectedly early. It was just dawn and there was some fog on the window glass. It was only around seven o'clock.

There was a heavy arm pressing on her waist, and the breathing behind her was shallow and even. Sang Fu looked at the time and quietly put down her phone without making any big movements.

In the past, even on weekends, Zhuang Mowen's daily routine was the same as always, without any changes. At this time, Zhuang Mowen should have gotten up, but now he was resting with her.

She was actually still very sleepy, but she seemed to have just had a dream in which something hot and hard pressed against her thigh. When she woke up, the feeling inexplicably disappeared.

Sangfu thought that it might be because it was almost time for her to get up, and her brain started to force itself to work, so she woke up.

She wanted to go to the bathroom and then go back to sleep.

Normally, he wouldn't wake her up when he got up for a morning run, and Sangfu naturally didn't want to wake him up, so she carefully lifted his arm and put it back.

Then Sanfu quietly moved to the edge of the bed. She lowered her head to look for her slippers while lifting the quilt.

As far as the eye can see, there is nothing to be seen.

Sanfu's mind went blank.

She maintained that stiff posture for a long time, then quietly moved back to her original position and quietly covered herself with the quilt.

He put his arm around her again and hugged her back.

Zhuang Mowen asked lazily, "Why are you lying down again?"

Obviously he had woken up a long time ago.

Sang Fu stared at the front, dumbfounded: "Why am I not wearing any clothes..."

Zhuang Mowen tickled her belly: "Didn't you say last night that I didn't need to wear it?"

It’s good not to wear anything. It’s more comfortable to hug naked.

Sangfu was speechless.

She didn't expect that she would be so exhausted last night. Sangfu searched in her vague memory for a long time and vaguely remembered that she seemed to have fallen asleep in the bathtub again.

I was so exhausted that every cell in my body felt sleepy after the intense collision, and I fell asleep the moment my eyelids touched.

Sanfu didn't even remember how she lay down on the bed. She only remembered that he was holding her and cleaning her before she closed her eyes.

That embrace can lull people to sleep better than the right water temperature.

Sang Fu lifted the quilt a little with a dead heart, then lowered her eyes to look again to make sure it was not her hallucination.

“…”

Since she said no, he really refused to help. Isn't he a little too obedient?

The feeling of being hugged naked was too strange. After thinking about it, Sangfu decided to put on her clothes first.

Zhuang Mowen didn't give her any clothes to wear, but all the clothes were ready and neatly folded at the head of the bed.

She wanted to get it, but Zhuang Mowen didn't let her go. He just held her lightly, his warm breath on her smooth neck. "Where are you going?"

As if he knew what she was thinking, Zhuang Mowen continued without waiting for her to answer, "Wear it after you get up."

Sang Fu moved slightly, wanting to turn around and look at him: "But..."

She paused, and her legs stiffened from the burning sensation to the tips of her hair, not daring to move.

The voice was also very low: "You did that again."

Zhuang Mowen said calmly, "It's normal to be like this sometimes when I wake up in the morning."

After sharing the same bed for such a long time, Sanfu pinched the edge of the pillow and recalled: "You didn't have this before."

She knew that men would have this physiological reaction because the secretion of male hormones was more abundant in the early morning, but today was the first time she encountered it in him.

Zhuang Mowen explained: "I always woke up before you before, and I also intentionally kept some distance."

It's funny to say, at that time he was terrified, worried every day that she would run away, afraid that she would say "let's end it" again. How could he dare let her find out about this? What if she got scared and thought he was a pervert?

Even if it's just normal physiological phenomenon.

Even if he admitted that he had an irrepressible desire for her.

Sang Fu thought about it and turned around. She chose her words carefully: "Then you... do you want to do something about it?"

Isn’t it not good to hold it in?

"Yes," Zhuang Mowen said with a faint smile and a hoarse voice, "Please help me."

"Wait, wait a minute." She stammered, pressing against his chest to stop him, "Can I use my hands?"

He was a little surprised: "You want to use your hands?"

"No," Sanfu pursed her lips, "but yesterday... it was a little deep."

"Then don't go in." He understood what she meant and held her legs with his dry and warm palms.

"You'll be very tired if you use your hands," Zhuang Mowen kissed the top of her head and said sympathetically, "It's fine here. I can do it myself."

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When Sangfu woke up again, it was almost noon.

When she opened her eyes, she saw the familiar printed sleeves of her pajamas. Sangfu paused, suppressed her sourness, and forced herself to sit up and take a look.

The pajamas were put on her neatly, without a single button missing.

When did he help her put it on.

She turned her head and glanced around. The seat next to her was empty, and Zhuang Mowen was not in the bedroom either.

The trash can beside the bed contained several condoms used that morning—even if he hadn't gotten into her, he had used them. Sanfu glanced over and paused for a few seconds, feeling her legs grow weaker.

“…” She leaned on the edge of the bed and silently withdrew her gaze.

After putting on her slippers, Sang Fu reached out to touch the phone on the bedside table, wanting to send a message to Zhuang Mowen to ask where he was, but the touch from her fingertips was obviously not a phone.

Sangfu glanced at him from the side.

There was a pile of things on the bedside, a few red books and a few bank cards.

At first, she thought it was Zhuang Mowen's work materials or something, which he had casually covered on top of it. But when she saw these, Sang Fu sat on the edge of the bed with a look of surprise on her face.

At this moment, the sound of a door opening came from behind.

The footsteps were getting closer, but Sang Fu didn't move, as if she didn't hear them, until Zhuang Mowen stopped behind her and looked in the direction she was looking.

After two seconds, he spoke: "Except for the two houses my parents left me when I was just an adult, the rest are assets I have accumulated over the years."

Sangfu finally made some subtle movements.

She slowly turned her head, her soft hair falling on her shoulders. Light poured in through the window, illuminating her cheeks, which were flushed from waking up from a deep sleep, and her eyes, which were as bright as if washed by water.

She understood something, shook her head and said, "I don't want these."

Sang Fu is very satisfied with her current life. She has a successful career and has no shortage of material things.

"I'll feel at ease only if you take it. We are husband and wife, and it's only right that I hand over all my assets to you."

Zhuang Mowen walked past her, bent down to pick up the red books, pulled her hand away, and placed the red books on her palm without saying a word.

"Let's find a weekday and add your names one by one."

The red book weighed heavily on her hands. As Sang Fu held it, her confused thoughts gradually calmed down. After a long time, she raised her head.

"Okay, I'll keep it." She stood up and continued, "Then, I'll go home tomorrow and get all mine..."

He laughed out loud and kissed her forehead: "Don't we have a dinner appointment tomorrow?"

Sang Fu's grandparents live in the next city all year round and rarely come back. Every time they come back, they want to see Zhuang Mowen's grandparents, and this time is no exception.

It happened to be a holiday, so I wanted to invite them both over for dinner.

Sang Fu's expression was serious. After thinking for a while, she realized that she had something to worry about. "Then the day after tomorrow."

Zhuang Mowen's smile didn't diminish. He thought about it as she did, "I have plans for the day after tomorrow."

Sang Fu was stunned. There were arrangements, how come she didn’t know about it?

"What arrangements?"

Zhuang Mowen: "Use up all the condoms at home."

"Leave the... at home?"

Sangfu was halfway through repeating when she suddenly looked up at him.

Her expression didn't change much, but her cheeks turned visibly red.

"oh……"

"As for yours, don't even think about going back to get it later."

Zhuang Mowen reached out, his thumb hooked the slightly messy hair beside her eyes, and said softly, "Remember, what's mine is yours, and what's yours is still yours."

Sang Fu listened without saying anything for a long time, then suddenly walked closer to him and gently put her face against his chest.

He tried to push her the first time but failed. Zhuang Mowen said, "I'm covered in soot and dirty."

However, Sangfu insisted on walking over and hugging him, wrapping her arms around his waist very tightly.

He let her hold him, and after a while he heard her muffled voice say:

"Why is it all smoke?"

"I just came out of the kitchen."

Sanfu: "Are you going to cook?"

"Yeah." Zhuang Mowen smiled, "Didn't you say Aunt Zhao should also have a few days off? Then we can only find a way ourselves."

"Okay," she said.

Life was peaceful and peaceful, and she was very happy, but why did her nose feel a little sore?

Since she had already hugged him, Zhuang Mowen didn't care whether it was dirty or not. He just stood there and let her hug him. After waiting for a long time, Zhuang Mowen's arms suddenly loosened.

A smile appeared at the corner of his eyes: "Have you hugged enough?"

Sangfu said "hmm".

He patted the back of her head and said, "Then let's go downstairs to eat."

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