Chapter 42: The Scheming School Bully (42)

Following Fu Hanchi upstairs, Shen Yuan realized that he had actually rented this place.

When I opened the door and went in, the furnishings in the house were exactly the same as they were a year ago.

The books piled on the desk, the white bed sheets with small floral patterns, and even her backpack were all kept intact next to the desk.

Fu Hanchi hired a aunt to clean the room once a week, so the room was very clean and there was no stale smell. Instead, there was a faint scent of daisies lingering in the air.

"It smells like my shower gel."

"I searched for a long time before I found a perfume with the same scent. I thought you would like it."

Fu Hanchi walked slowly to the desk, took out a book and opened it, and what he saw were densely packed formulas.

Chen Yuan's handwriting is beautiful, neat and elegant, and it makes people happy just by looking at it.

After going to Peking University and Tsinghua University, he was very busy and only had time to come over during the winter and summer vacations.

Every time I stayed in the room alone and left the next day.

No one knew that this arrogant and unruly boy was lying on a warm bed, inhaling the scent left by the girl with longing and obsession.

Occasionally, when he loses control, he will clean up all traces of ambiguity, stare blankly at the ceiling, and remain silent for a long time.

Of course, none of this could be told to Chen Yuan.

That’s another price.

Outside the window, the night is falling, the stars are twinkling, and the moonlight pours through the curtains onto the floral bed sheets.

This place is remote and most hotels are closed, so Chen Yuan decided to rest in the room for one night.

Fortunately, there was hot water available, so she filled a basin with it.

Fu Hanchi helped her wash her face and hands as if she were taking care of a child.

His expression was focused and serious, and his sharp facial features looked even more handsome under the light.

"Okay, get in bed and don't catch a cold."

Chen Yuan obediently said yes and climbed onto the bed happily.

Fu Hanchi hugged her, his body like a big stove with fire.

Chen Yuan really liked to lean on him, clinging to him with her little hands and feet, her voice soft and gentle.

"Achi, do you think grandma will be happy to see me?"

Fu Hanchi replied soothingly

"meeting."

"Really?"

Shen Yuan blinked her eyes, which seemed particularly bright in the dim environment.

"Will they blame me? Blame me for leaving without a word?"

Fu Hanchi rubbed her head and said, "No, you are a happy person. Who would be willing to be angry with you?"

At least, he couldn't bear to do that.

Chen Yuan felt relieved, but after drinking the liquor, his body felt a little excited and he couldn't fall asleep.

She turned her head and her eyes fell on Fu Hanchi.

The night is hazy, with waves of ambiguous atmosphere.

Fu Hanchi lay beside her, his skin was so hot that her fingertips were trembling.

The moonlight is gentle, the wind outside is biting cold, but the room is warm.

The two hugged each other tightly, as if they wanted to integrate each other into their bones.

Everything seemed to be a natural progression.

The two lovers hugged each other tightly, expressing their longing for each other over the years.

"Don't worry, I won't run away again."

The faint scent of daisies mixed with gardenias lingered in the room.

Shen Yuan buried herself in the man's arms and suddenly said something that seemed like a reassurance, but also a gentle coaxing.

He is too insecure.

As the night deepened, Fu Hanchi closed his eyes and felt the area around his eyes burning hot.

"Um."

I almost choked up and couldn't hold back my tears.

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The next day

The winter rain is continuous and the air is filled with damp and cold air.

Under the old street lamp, water droplets condensed into ice, fell to the wet ground with a plop, and shattered into small pieces of ice jade.

The sound of the dripping rain makes people irritable, and the cold wind makes them shiver.

Chen Yuan was wrapped in a thick fur coat, wearing a plush hat and scarf, revealing only her fair and rosy little face.

Her black hair falls to her waist, her eyebrows and eyes are delicate, and her beauty cannot be concealed.

Fu Hanchi leaned over, looking gentle, and carefully put on gloves for her.

Chen Yuan let him wear it, being extremely obedient.