Chapter 22 Mosquitoes How about I stay in your room for the night...?

If it's a relative, he'll remind them to be mindful of their attire at home.

If they are friends... firstly, he would never let a friend of the opposite sex stay at his house.

Liang Huaixu turned around stiffly, and seeing that she had already straightened her clothes, he breathed a sigh of relief, his cheeks slightly flushed. "The past is the past."

Even so, he didn't dare let Zhuang Fuyao pay attention to her clothes.

He knew she didn't like being restricted.

If others disagree with her ideas, she will definitely do what makes her comfortable. Occasionally, when she is unhappy, she will deliberately challenge the rules and do unconventional things... In the end, he is the one who suffers.

Zhuang Fuyao's gaze fell on his pink earlobe, and she let out a soft hum.

She didn't need to think to know what rules and regulations this person was thinking about.

I can't be bothered with him.

……

The restaurant's opening date has been set, but there's still a lot of preparation work to be done before that: obtaining permits, hiring staff, setting prices, advertising, and so on...

She left early in the morning and didn't return until almost 10 p.m.

Liang Huaixu sat on the sofa and asked her if she wanted to eat clam rice noodles.

"..."

She actually wanted to lose weight, but she really craved this.

Back in college, she would order clam rice noodles almost every week.

In the end, she couldn't resist the temptation of the food and honestly nodded, "Eat."

She followed Liang Huaixu into the kitchen, watching him make clam rice noodles.

It takes about three hours for clams to purge sand, and a pot full of fresh clams shows that preparations were made in advance.

Zhuang Fuyao: "When did you learn how to make clam rice noodles?"

Liang Huaixu paused for a moment, "I learned it online today."

He rolled up his sleeves and began to work on the woman's nails. His arms were strong and slender, and below his arms were a pair of very beautiful hands with long, slender fingers and large palms that could completely envelop her hand. When he exerted force, the veins were very prominent.

She has a slight hand fetish; when they were intimate before, she loved to kiss his hands, tracing the veins down little by little, or gently pressing them to feel their resilience...

Zhuang Fuyao's cooking skills are actually quite good. Back in 2008, before food delivery apps existed, she, as a foodie, practiced her cooking skills diligently when she wasn't living with her family.

In the beginning, she followed the recipes step by step, and the dishes she made tasted pretty good. It's just that when she first started learning, she had to glance at the recipes several times along the way.

Liang Huaixu learned a new dish but didn't need to; he had an exceptional memory and could remember it at a glance.

But it's also possible that he's just too gifted in every aspect.

Heaven closed a window for him.

This person is extremely oblivious when it comes to relationships; he still probably thinks he's the one who won her over.

The truth is that Zhuang Fuyao liked him first, and then deliberately plotted to win him over step by step.

……

Liang Huaixu's clam rice noodles are very flavorful, almost exactly like the taste I had in college.

Seeing that he was sitting motionless opposite her, Zhuang Fuyao asked, "Aren't you going to eat?"

"I won't eat it."

"…….oh."

She thought to herself, "This guy is really nice. He's made me midnight snacks for several nights in a row, but he doesn't eat them himself."

"But it's really delicious, don't you want to try a bite?" She winked, tempting him.

"..."

Since turning thirty, Liang Huaixu has given up eating late-night snacks and his daily diet is low in oil and salt.

Later, due to depression, he lost his appetite and had no appetite for anything.

But Zhuang Fuyao had a strange attraction to him, and seeing her eating so deliciously, he actually felt a little hungry too.

He got up to get new bowls and chopsticks.

"Mine is fine," Zhuang Fuyao said from behind.

Liang Huaixu paused slightly, but still went to get it.

Zhuang Fuyao instantly became unhappy, "You're starting to look down on me? I haven't looked down on you at all!"

"I don't mean to look down on you, I just think this is not right."

here we go again.

During this time, Liang Huaixu finally stopped avoiding her and was very considerate and caring towards her. He even asked her if she needed any help with things at the restaurant.

Zhuang Fuyao once thought he had finally come to his senses.

It's only now that I realize this isn't just a sudden realization, it's that he truly considers her family.

"All right."

She appeared very magnanimous, as if such a thing was not worth getting angry about at all.

At night, when I was trying to sleep, I would restlessly kick the covers off in my room.

I couldn't sleep anyway, and then a mosquito got into the room, buzzing around my ear, which was really noisy.

She turned on the light and searched for a while, trying to swat the mosquito. But the mosquito was too clever; it hid as soon as the light was turned on.

After she turned off the light and lay down on the bed, it flew over again.

So annoying.

She sat up and simply left the light on to watch the mosquito. She didn't know how much time had passed, but she was already feeling drowsy when the mosquito finally flew over.

"Smack—"

She tried to hit it, but missed and only alerted the enemy.

Zhuang Fuyao was struggling with how to fall asleep tonight when she suddenly heard a very faint sound of a toilet flushing outside. An idea popped into her head.

When Liang Huaixu came out after washing his hands, he saw Zhuang Fuyao standing there holding a blanket and was taken aback. "What's this?"

"There are mosquitoes, I can't sleep."

"Then I'll go make up your bed in the room downstairs."

"It's so late." Zhuang Fuyao yawned sleepily and suggested to him, "How about I stay in your room for the night?"

Liang Huaixu's expression was somewhat serious. Making the bed now was indeed not very practical; those blankets had been stored away for so long without being aired out again, and she was prone to skin allergies if she slept on them.

But two people sleeping in the same bed is even worse.

After weighing the options, he said, "You can sleep in my room, I'll sleep in Chaoluo's room."

"Stop talking nonsense. Aren't you tired of making the bed in the middle of the night?" She grabbed his arm and led him to the room. "Each of us will sleep on one side, with our own blankets, so we won't bother each other."

Once inside his room, Zhuang Fuyao neatly arranged her blankets, drawing a clear line as if to indicate boundaries. "Look, I promise I won't cross this line."

"Of course, don't go overboard either." With that, she happily got into bed.

After a while, seeing that Liang Huaixu was still standing there upright, Zhuang Fuyao narrowed her eyes and said, "Comrade Liang, you're not worried that I'll take advantage of you, are you?"

With an air of righteous indignation, she asked, "Am I that kind of person?"

Liang Huaixu shook his head; he had never thought of it that way.

He knew she wanted to sleep in his room because she couldn't sleep due to the mosquitoes.

As for not letting him sleep in another room, besides finding it troublesome, she probably thought it was impolite to send him to another room.

Although she is easygoing, she also has a sensitive side and is often very considerate of others.

However, he really wouldn't mind sleeping somewhere else. It's the current situation that's tormenting him.

He thought to himself that he should have been more resolute before entering the room.

If they go out now, and she thinks he's worried she'll take advantage of him, then he'll be truly ashamed.

He eventually lay down and stared at the ceiling without moving.

The lights went out.

Zhuang Fuyao relaxed.

Liang Huaixu's room felt very comfortable. A faint fragrance permeated the air, just like his reserved and restrained nature.

Without the mosquitoes bothering her, she quickly fell asleep.

Liang Huaixu, standing next to him, didn't fare so well.

The fragrance emanating from her body was like wildly growing vines and waves crashing ashore, gradually taking over and completely displacing the original scent of incense in the room.

Just as he was finally starting to feel sleepy, Zhuang Fuyao suddenly turned over and put one leg on him. He was startled and took a deep breath, trying to move her leg away.

Zhuang Fuyao smacked her lips in dissatisfaction, then hugged him back, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"..."

He didn't know why she liked to hug people like a sloth hugging a tree. Following the moonlight streaming in through the window, Liang Huaixu saw that her eyebrows and eyes were relaxed, and she was sleeping soundly.

His breathing became heavy. Unable to get rid of her, he had no choice but to resign himself to closing his eyes. Even if he couldn't sleep, it would be good to rest with his eyes closed.

Zhuang Fuyao has never been a peaceful sleeper since she was a child. When she was little, she was often scolded by Ms. Ji for rolling onto the floor in her sleep.

Later, when I lived in a dormitory, I had to control myself so as not to fall off the bunk bed with its low railing.

Later, she married Liang Huaixu and developed a new bad habit—she liked to bury her face in Liang Huaixu's chest when she slept.

She instinctively reached for her chest, but the sensation felt different. She rubbed against it until she finally found the right spot and slipped from one blanket into another.

Her hand rested on his waist, and then habitually moved downwards—

Liang Huaixu was startled awake and stopped her movements, his face darkening. "Zhuang Fuyao?"

Seeing that she didn't react, he raised his voice and called out again, "Zhuang Fuyao!"

If she keeps going like this, I won't be able to sleep tonight.

Zhuang Fuyao hummed in response, her voice still groggy from sleep.

She's usually grumpy when she wakes up, and as she regained consciousness, she was about to yell at him for waking her up in the middle of the night.

But they were even more surprised by the posture of the two people at that moment.

If she wasn't mistaken, she should be lying in Liang Huaixu's bed? With her legs draped over him?

Wait a minute? Why is he holding her hand?

She looked down, and after realizing what she had done, a surge of heat rushed to her head. If you turned on the light, you would see that her entire face, including her ears, was red.

Zhuang Fuyao never expected that she would... almost take liberties with him while she was sleeping.

"I'm sorry, I'm used to holding onto it when I sleep..."

"…………"

This made things even more awkward.

Liang Huaixu was at a loss for words regarding the intimacy between them sixteen years ago.

He sighed, "Maybe I should go sleep in another room."

"No need." Zhuang Fuyao convincingly placed the pillow between them, confidently stating, "Trust me, we'll definitely sleep well for the rest of the night."

Liang Huaixu hesitated for a few seconds, then replied helplessly, "Okay, then go to sleep quickly."

To prevent herself from rolling onto his side again, Zhuang Fuyao silently reminded herself that this was a school dormitory, and if she wasn't careful about her sleeping posture, she would fall off the bed.

Under the influence of this psychological suggestion, she slept relatively well in the second half of the night.

Liang Huaixu was finally able to catch up on some sleep.

But the good times didn't last long.

She behaved herself in the latter half of the night, but as soon as dawn broke, she started to let loose again.

This time was different. After the commotion of the first half of the night, Liang Huaixu slept very soundly. The two held each other until they were woken up by the alarm clock in the morning.

When I woke up, we stared at each other, both of us startled.

Zhuang Fuyao was extremely embarrassed at first, but then she caught a glimpse of the two people's current position and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Although she knew it was definitely her fault, she still had to play innocent, so she raised both hands and said, "This time it's not my fault."

"…Um."

Liang Huaixu's lips were drawn straight, his face was as black as a deep pool, and he was slightly hunched over.

He knew he was in the wrong this time. He didn't know what had happened, but when he woke up, he found himself sleeping next to Zhuang Fuyao, covered by her blanket.

Moreover, his hand was on her soft, slender waist, and he held her completely in his arms.