After the limes hit the market, everything proceeded smoothly according to plan.

Since that dinner party, Song Qingyou has been staying at home to recover. Now that late autumn has passed, she can't stand the cold of the winter in the capital. Fu Wenzhou sends her all kinds of precious medicinal herbs every day, personally decocting the medicine for her and watching her drink it before he leaves.

Being pampered like this every day, she gained weight and her coughing up blood decreased.

I feel incredibly lethargic.

"Qingyou, do you have any plans for tomorrow?"

When Yan Miao called, Song Qingyou was still nestled in bed.

The weather has turned cold recently, and she, who is already sensitive to the cold, has no desire to go out.

Upon hearing Yan Miao's words, she thought for a moment and said, "No arrangements have been made."

Yan Miao: "Then come to my house. My aunt makes really delicious dumplings. You should come and try them."

Song Qingyou asked in surprise, "Is tomorrow some special day?"

Winter Solstice! Don't you celebrate Winter Solstice?

Song Qingyou was taken aback.

Winter Solstice.

She does not celebrate the winter solstice.

The Song family's celebration of the Winter Solstice had nothing to do with her.

She refused after thinking for less than three seconds: "No, I suddenly remembered that I have an appointment that day."

Although she and Yan Miao had a good relationship, they didn't have much contact with the Yan family. The thought of running into that fox Yan Shaoqin again and having to spend time and energy dealing with him gave her a headache.

Thinking about it that way, those dumplings weren't absolutely necessary to eat.

Besides, she's too lazy to even go out in this weather.

After hanging up the phone, she shrank further under the covers.

A warm and cozy bed makes you feel completely relaxed.

She closed her eyes, feeling drowsy and about to fall asleep, when she suddenly remembered Fu Wenzhou.

winter solstice……

He'll probably go back to the Fu family.

There are probably some people you really can't keep thinking about; the moment you do, they pop up in your mind.

Just like Fu Wenzhou.

Just as Song Qingyou thought of him, his phone rang.

She took her phone under the covers and saw it was Fu Wenzhou. She didn't intend to answer, but accidentally pressed the answer button.

"..."

"Youyou, I'm not going home tonight. Will you be scared to be alone?"

Song Qingyou: "...I'm even more scared when you come back."

Apparently not expecting her to say that, Fu Wenzhou paused for a moment, then chuckled, "Oh, afraid I'll eat you?"

"..." Song Qingyou pursed her lips and was about to hang up the phone.

As if he had expected this, Fu Wenzhou quickly said, "Don't hang up, I have something to tell you."

Song Qingyou let out a soft breath: "Mmm."

"Youyou, I miss you so much right now," Fu Wenzhou said lazily. "I miss you at work, I miss you in meetings, I miss you when I'm drinking with clients..."

beep.

Song Qingyou hung up the phone.

Inside the car, Fu Wenzhou looked at the phone that had been hung up on without any annoyance. He could almost picture her furious and embarrassed expression, and his heart felt incredibly aroused.

Song Qingyou took another nap.

Perhaps it was Fu Wenzhou's phone call before she went to sleep that affected her, because she had a dream as soon as she fell asleep.

It seemed to be the winter solstice in my dream as well.

She sat at home, while her mother, whose face she couldn't quite make out, busied herself in the kitchen, the air filled with the aroma of cooked dumplings.

She leaned against the window and used her finger to draw and write on the misty surface, eventually sketching a little boy.

Her mother's voice sounded from behind: "Qingyou, the Fu family's little brother is here. Come and play with him for a while."

She wondered, who is the Fu family's younger brother?

More than that, she wanted to see her mother's face clearly.

But I just can't see it clearly.

She didn't move, and continued to draw on the glass with her fingers.

Just then, the shadow of a little boy appeared on her painting, almost blending into it.

"Youyou".

That's what he called her.

She turned around angrily, thinking to herself, "Whose child is so impolite, calling me so affectionately right away?"

When I turned around, the little boy was gone.

Instead, a burning kiss followed.

It carried a slight chill.

Song Qingyou's eyes widened in surprise, and she was somewhat taken aback.

The warmth of the dream vanished without a trace, and before me stood Fu Wenzhou's excessively handsome face.

It was pitch black outside the window, and the bedroom was dimly lit, but Fu Wenzhou's eyes shone like cold stars in the night sky, incredibly bright.

She didn't expect that just taking a nap would lead to her sleeping until night.

Also, didn't Fu Wenzhou say he wasn't coming back?

Her lips were gently bitten, and the man's unrestrained hand slipped under the covers, carrying a slight chill that made her involuntarily flinch, finally waking her up completely.

She pushed against his chest, turned her head to avoid his kiss, and only then did she realize that her lips had been kissed numb.

"Get out of here." She was furious again. Fu Wenzhou now came and went from her room as freely as if he were in his own home.

Who gave you permission?

Fu Wenzhou not only didn't leave, but he also stuck to him even more.

She shivered and frowned: "You're freezing."

Fu Wenzhou, who had originally planned to be a bit absurd, immediately stepped back upon hearing this, pulled the blanket over her and wrapped it tightly around her, then spread his arms and hugged her tightly in his arms, blanket and all.

"I'm sorry, it was my oversight. Now you won't be cold."

Song Qingyou: "..."

Actually, he wasn't cold at all.

Knowing she was sensitive to the cold, he never brought the cold air in.

but……

"When are you going to change your habit of licking people?" She looked at him with a bit of helplessness. She had just woken up, hadn't washed her face or brushed her teeth, and he had already kissed her all over.

Fu Wenzhou answered quickly, saying "okay" but not letting go of her.

And it seemed addicted, like a large dog, rubbing against her neck.

The atmosphere became increasingly dangerous.

Song Qingyou always felt that if things continued like this, something bad would happen.

Even she herself didn't know how Fu Wenzhou had gradually taken over her territory.

She had been trying her best to keep her distance from him.

"Fu Wenzhou, I'm hungry."

She spoke softly, and a simple "I'm hungry" was more effective than any refusal.

The man who had been rubbing against her immediately stopped and gave her a big kiss. "I'll go make you some food."

The bedroom door was open, but the heating was on full blast in the room, so it wasn't cold at all.

Song Qingyou got up to wash up, and looking at herself in the mirror, she suddenly thought of the dream she had just had.

She had never met her mother, nor did she have any younger brothers from the Fu family when she was a child.

Song Qingyou's eyes stung slightly as she thought of Yan Miao's words.

Do we always eat dumplings on the Winter Solstice?

Fu Wenzhou had just opened the refrigerator when he heard footsteps behind him.

Turning around, Song Qingyou stood a few meters away, wearing a shawl and with her hair somewhat disheveled.

With a lingering sleepiness and a touch of bewilderment, she whispered to him, "Fu Wenzhou, I want to eat dumplings."