Chapter 45 Chapter 45 Has he ever touched you like this?

In public, especially for the elderly, the weak, and the disabled, it's inappropriate to touch them anywhere. Tang Ke pushed his head and said, "Are you like this naturally, or is it because of the fever?"

Fu Yu was like a ton of lead ball, no matter how hard he pushed, he couldn't move it. He asked, "What?"

"Being a spoiled child, what's that?"

Although Tang Ke enjoyed his appearance very much, she couldn't handle it if it happened too often.

Fu Yu took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, his tone resentful: "Five years, do you know how I have been living these five years?"

“…” Buddy, our flash marriage lasted less than half a year.

"I've never been this anxious. I always feel like you don't hate me that much, but you don't like me that much either. I often wonder what I am in your eyes," Fu Yu stroked the spot on her left ring finger where the ring should be. "I don't dare ask where your ring is."

Tang Ke scratched the tip of his nose, "I put it on the bedside table... But don't worry! I'll weld it to my hand when I get home."

"So, I think everything that happened just now is incredible." Fu Yu raised his eyes.

Tang Ke believed that if one judged a hero solely by his sickly and paralyzed eyes, Fu Yu at that time could be described as extremely charming.

He said, "Can you tell me again how you chose me from a bunch of blind dates?"

This guy has been completely defeated by the viral flu, and his speech is confused and incoherent.

Tang Ke covered his mutated, dead fish eyes with his medical records and surrendered, "Now is not the time to stir up my maternal love. Protect your throat and listen to me, OK?"

"Yeah." Fu Yu lay back on her shoulder obediently.

In fact, this posture is not comfortable for an adult man who is over 1.8 meters tall, but he would rather have a piece missing under his waist so that he can feel at ease with her as his pillow.

"Actually, for me, dating and marriage have always been two different things. Even though I've only been in one relationship and have only been married once, my understanding of them is completely opposite. Dating is very intense, and when my heart flutters, I might do something shocking without thinking. Also, my emotions are very strong, and too much is not a good thing, you know? There are many things to consider in marriage, and I have to use my brain to live. Otherwise, do you think the whole world will be willing to play along with me? Will they agree to my every request and do whatever they want?"

Tang Ke tried to narrate the story as directly as possible.

When she speaks from the heart, she always can't help but want to insert some "falling stool" content to cover up her fragile sincerity, as if she were in a comedy, even if she was laughed at, it would be worth it.

At this moment, she restrained her instinct to "fall off the stool" just to give Fu Yu a good explanation.

"I'm not a timid person. There are many things I would still do even if I fail repeatedly. But I am extremely cautious, which makes me seem a little timid. I haven't given you an answer yet because I'm wondering if I can get up and fight again if I lose to you, and if I can go back to live a good life. Also, what will our future be like? When two people throw themselves wholeheartedly into a relationship, it's easy to forget about managing the marriage and the basic responsibilities between husband and wife. What if I use my love to threaten you, and you have to do this or that, how would you feel? Similarly, what if I was the one being threatened?

"Love is superfluous in marriage. I can't guarantee that I won't become unreasonable. I'm naturally talkative, do my own thing, and have strong emotions. I tend to become obsessed with something I like, but when I hate something, I can't remain calm and composed. I can't control the boundaries, and it can make people feel crowded. I'm aware of these shortcomings, so I have to be cautious when it comes to relationships."

Her mouth was a little dry as she spoke, and she swallowed dryly.

Fu Yu's breathing was steady and rhythmic, waiting for her next words, not rushing to express his feelings. When she unconsciously stopped fiddling with his fingertips, he took the initiative to hook her hand for her to continue.

"In short, being cautious can help you walk more steadily, but the price you pay is that you become very uneasy. What I can't stand the most is the feeling of insecurity, so I might as well go all out like you. Now it's your turn. Tell me what to do, how to eliminate my insecurity. If your words make sense, you'll be my boyfriend."

As if the stakes weren't high enough, Tang Ke paused, poked his palm with his index finger, and added, "You can kiss your boyfriend, but you can't kiss your plastic husband."

She looked up and suddenly saw that the liquid in the IV bag was almost empty, so she called the nurse to change it for another one. In about half an hour, they would be able to go home.

While the nurse was changing the bag, Tang Ke gave her seat to someone in need. She stood in front of Fu Yu, supporting herself on a small cushion with one knee.

Fu Yu hooked her little finger and said, "Sit on my lap."

"It's okay, you're a patient, so take it easy." Tang Ke politely refused.

Fu Yu raised his voice: "It's hard for you to speak while standing."

"...Okay." Tang Ke sat down carefully, not daring to put all his weight on it.

"Don't worry, sit down. I won't die." Fu Yu hugged her waist with one hand, and the protruding blue veins looked strong against her light pink cardigan.

He lifted his leg without leaving any trace and said, "It's the same with love. Don't worry about it. I won't die."

Tang Ke adjusted his sitting position awkwardly, his ears burning. "Hey, hey, what kind of good person would be killed or torn apart just for having a relationship?"

"Yes, I'm not going to kill you, so what are you afraid of?" Fu Yu said, "You have experience in love, but I don't. I'll listen to you, no matter how you want to talk about it. This is our first marriage, so we can discuss how we want to live it. It's unfair to sentence me to death based on your assumptions.

"I'm smarter than you think. If you're willing to teach me, I'll learn. If not, I'll learn on my own. What you consider to be shortcomings are not shortcomings at all in my eyes. Instead, they represent your complete character, your courage and your wisdom. I will only like you more."

Tang Ke's cheeks flushed red and he shushed him desperately.

"Where's the subtlety? Where's the Chinese subtlety!" She complained softly but loudly.

Fu Yu leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and held on until the very last second, when his true form finally gave way. Tang Ke would have known, had he placed his hand on his forehead for just a second, that his body temperature had already risen, not dropped, but was actually emitting smoke from his ancestral graves.

"I'm willing to do anything to get a permanent job..."

Tang Ke clasped his left and right hands together in a prayer gesture to soothe his troubled soul. “When difficulties come, raise your left hand. The left hand represents direction and will not bow to difficulties.”

"Thank you, I feel much better now. This place is as beautiful as heaven." Fu Yu paused for a moment, "Am I dead?"

Tang Ke held his forehead and smiled bitterly, "Ah, ah, ah."

"By the way," Fu Yu came back to life and said to her, "I thought your voice was very nice from the beginning. I felt that way when we were dating."

Tang Ke uttered an "ah" and suddenly felt embarrassed. "So you are voice-controlled?"

"I'm a human inductive sensor."

“…”

It became Tang Ke's occupational disease to think about complimenting back when being complimented. She looked Fu Yu up and down and said, "When we were on a blind date, I thought you looked very pretty when you cried."

The embarrassment would not disappear, it would only shift. Fu Yu widened his eyes slightly: "Did I cry?"

"You were choked by the water or something, I forgot what, anyway, you shed a few tears, very cute." Tang Ke said with a smile.

Fu Yu's mood at the moment was very complicated. On the one hand, he believed that men don't shed tears easily, and on the other hand, he was considering whether to use despicable means to please people. He had never had any confidence in his appearance, and this was the first time he was called cute.

To put it in the words of the industry, if you accidentally discover a nanny-level code base, you can certainly call it shamelessly, but he has no confidence in it and is not sure whether it is really effective.

"I'll drink more water next time."

After much thought, he found the wrong focus.

"Then remember to drink hot water, and you'll get better soon." Tang Ke lifted his chin frivolously, then glared at him seriously and said, "Get well soon, do you hear me?"

"Um."

"Get well and let's go on a date."

"Um!"

"Sister will teach you how to fall in love."

"Um!!"

Fu Yu nodded every time he responded, and the amplitude of his nodding became larger and larger, almost turning into a bow.

"Don't really kowtow, brother. Stop this sworn brotherhood behavior."

…

After they opened their hearts to each other, the way they get along is obviously very different from before. Specifically, Tang Ke dared to sing loudly while taking a bath at home, and then she inexplicably went to the living room and danced like a fermenting slime, while Fu Yu applauded her while taking medicine.

She won the top three spots on the "Top Ten Singers" in high school and college, and she knows a little bit of R&B, a little bit of bel canto, and a little bit of Minions. No two snowflakes are alike, and no two songs like "Ordinary Friends" are alike.

No matter how she sang, Fu Yu thought it sounded good. Tang Ke didn't believe it and told him not to flatter her. Then he found out that she was actually tone-deaf.

"Is he tone-deaf like Conan who has perfect pitch?" she asked.

"I can hardly go to Hawaii," he said.

When they sat together to watch a movie, Tang Ke no longer kept a distance from him, but instead smiled and hugged his arm, with his left leg restlessly restlessly swaying back and forth.

Fu Yu was completely confused. He had no interest in watching the movie. He had a calm and confident appearance, neat pajamas, and an unchanging cold expression, but secretly his palms were sweating.

Was she giving too much? Was this what intense affection meant? What should he do? How should he place his hands? Was it okay to put them there? No, touching her legs was too much. Putting them on her waist seemed okay, but she was holding him, so he couldn't reach over.

Pleasant Goat, please help me.

He knew nothing about the little gestures between lovers. Apart from the well-known and simple three-piece set of holding hands, hugging and kissing, he had no idea about anything else.

Just as he was distracted, Tang Ke grabbed his hand and brought it to her bare thigh. She used the hem of her nightgown to cover the indecent scene and said nonchalantly, "If you want to touch it, touch it. What's the point of watching secretly?"

Even if the food was fed to his mouth, he wouldn't chew it. Fu Yu was motionless, like a wooden man, and it was really hard to ignore the touch of his palm.

"Do you mind?" he asked.

Tang Ke took a bite of a winter jujube, glanced at him with a smug look, and teased, "This is how it is in love. Are you shy?"

Fu Yu didn't say anything.

Tang Ke did it on purpose, knowing that he couldn't stand the subtle little tricks, so he counted down slowly, and his shy rose was about to bloom quietly.

Why aren't you talking? Tang Ke turned her head and found that he was staring at her straight.

The bud is about to bloom but it hasn't appeared yet. Now that it has bloomed, we will bring the matter to justice.

"Did your ex-husband ever touch you like this?"

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