Chapter 16: You occupy my bed and say you can’t forget me!

Fu Sinian sneered: "It's easy to order people around."

Although he said he was disgusted, his hands squeezed out the shampoo first. When he lowered his head, he was stunned.

He ran his fingertips through her cascading hair, and with a slightly rough movement, he grabbed the bath towel and neatly wrapped it around the ends of her dripping hair.

Fu Sinian stared at her wet shirt, feeling a little anxious. When he thought of her calling him "Doctor Lu", he became filled with anger.

Suddenly he grabbed the towel and threw it on her head: "Wipe it yourself."

He slowed down when he turned around.

There was a plop sound behind me.

Gu Xiangsi fell into the water drunkenly and was carried by him.

The shower wasn't over yet, and there were still a lot of troubles. He lowered his voice and leaned closer: "How about I be a good person and help you take it off?"

In the misty water vapor, Gu Xiangsi looked up at him, with water droplets condensed on her eyelashes, and her cheeks, which were red from the heat, looked like peaches soaked in water.

His hands subconsciously grabbed his collar.

Fu Sinian's Adam's apple moved slightly, he turned away his eyes and snorted softly: "I know to be on guard."

He turned off the shower, strode out the door, and closed it behind him.

The man stood in front of the French window, the cigarette flickering between his fingers, but the November night wind could not dispel the inexplicable restlessness in his body.

The skyscrapers of Hong Kong Island on the other side of the river are like a galaxy, and the shadows of neon lights come into view.

He took a deep puff of his cigarette, and when the white smoke came out, he unconsciously turned his head to look towards the bathroom.

Through the door, the sound of flowing water came and went.

He put out his cigarette, raised his hand and knocked on the door, but there was no response.

When I opened the door, steaming mist hit me in the face, and I saw the person in front of the bathtub sleeping with his head tilted to one side, his hair wet and stuck to his cheeks, and his eyelashes still clinging to water droplets.

He cursed under his breath, picked the person up like a kitten, and casually wrapped a bath towel around the dripping body before carrying the person to the sofa: "Gu Xiangsi, do you really think I'm a Bodhisattva?"

I walked to the closet and grabbed a new shirt.

The moment the fabric slipped off, the water droplets on the collarbone rolled down the concave curve. His Adam's apple rolled down almost imperceptibly. He quickly pulled off her jeans, wrapped her in a bath towel, and used a hairdryer to dry her hair.

"This debt will be repaid sooner or later."

When he carried the person to the bed, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

The drunk woman frowned and murmured, "Don't go."

Holding his breath, he leaned forward and asked, "See who I am?"

"Fu Sinian..."

"Who am I to you?"

Amidst the vague mumbling, his face suddenly turned cold, he pulled the quilt over her, covered her tightly, turned around and slammed the door and left.

Gu Xiangsi was awakened by thirst.

She raised her hand and rubbed her temples, only to feel dizzy and her head swollen, so she tapped her head lightly.

It seems that my alcohol tolerance is really poor, not to mention that the glass of wine last night was obviously problematic.

As I struggled to sit up, a glass of warm water on the bedside table caught my eye.

Gu Xiangsi froze. Where was this?

He looked down at his thin shirt, and saw nothing inside.

She subconsciously pulled the quilt tighter and looked around.

The decoration style is cool, and the 360-degree panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows provide a panoramic view of the outside scenery. The whole room is as tidy as a model room, exuding a sense of alienation that keeps strangers away.

Gu Xiangsi held the glass, closed her eyes, and tried to recall what happened yesterday.

"What? Awake? Stupid? Or amnesia?"

A cold male voice suddenly sounded.

Gu Xiangsi suddenly looked up and saw Fu Sinian leaning against the door.

The other person was wearing simple home clothes, with a smile on his lips, and his eyes were fixed on her.

His brain froze for a moment, and Gu Xiangsi subconsciously asked, "Is this your home?"

"What else?"

Fu Sinian raised his eyebrows, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes, "Could it be your house? You slept in my bed openly all night."

After he finished speaking, Gu Xiangsi directly threw off the quilt and got out of bed. The hem of his thin shirt barely covered his thighs, and his two straight legs stepped on the soft carpet.

Fu Sinian felt that the whiteness of those legs was a bit dazzling. Thinking about what he should and shouldn't have seen yesterday...

His eyes darkened again.

"Is my bed comfortable?"

Fu Sinian walked slowly closer and found that he was holding a shopping bag in his hand. The oppressive feeling of being looked down upon was overwhelming.

Gu Xiangsi opened her mouth, not knowing how to answer.

I wanted to ask what happened yesterday, but I swallowed the words back.

"You really can't remember what happened yesterday?"

Fu Sinian leaned forward, his eyes fixed on the shadow cast by her long eyelashes.

Gu Xiangsi took a step back: "I didn't do anything out of the ordinary or say anything...?"

Fu Sinian snorted, his tone tinged with mockery, "You must go home with me..." he trailed off.

"You took over my bed and said you couldn't forget me."

"Impossible!" Gu Xiangsi retorted, "I would never say such a thing!"

The air suddenly stagnated.

The smile in Fu Sinian's eyes froze instantly, and the air pressure around him dropped terribly.

As expected, you said it so absolutely. Gu Xiangsi, a woman like you is really heartless.

He stood up, threw the bag on the sofa chair at the head of the bed, and said, "Wash up and come over for breakfast."

Opening the shopping bag, a lavender autumn dress came into view.

Gu Xiangsi's fingers froze instantly.

Purple...

She subconsciously took a half step back and the shopping bag slipped from her palm.

This was once her favorite color, but now it seems glaring.

He...still remembers it.

This realization caused a sour and astringent pain in my stomach.

He remembered her past preferences, but Fu Sinian didn't know that she no longer liked purple.

On a rainy night, a mess, a drunk...

It was so suffocating, a suffocating feeling of fear.

"Thanks for the dress, but I can't wear such bright colors now."

Fu Sinian's gaze paused on her face, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he only said: "Doesn't fit?"

She curled her lips and didn't respond.

Fu Sinian was at the age of high spirits at that time, and the bad nature of the young man was fully revealed in him.

He always loved to cover that soft and elastic spot, and then he would lean in close, his warm breath brushing against her ear, his voice low and seductive: "Sisi, I like your size, just right."

So it fits perfectly, size S, and is as well-ironed as every skirt he has given me in the past.

"no."

"I am unworthy."

On the sink were her usual skin care products, even the orange scent of the cleanser was so familiar it made her heart tremble.

After a simple wash, Gu Xiangsi walked out of the room wearing only his shirt and holding his cell phone.

Only then could I see clearly that the entire floor was an extra-large flat, with spacious bedrooms, a living room connected to an open kitchen, a clean and tidy center island, and a balcony of dozens of square meters overlooking the city.

But the decoration was in cool colors, just like the whole room. If it weren't for the steaming food on the table, she would have thought it was a model house.

Lack of temperature.

"Why are you standing there? Can I still poison you?"

Fu Sinian signaled the servant to serve the last bowl of soup, and then sat down at the main seat at the table.

Gu Xiangsi was stunned for a moment, then slowly sat down opposite, his eyes unconsciously falling on the person opposite.

He lowered his eyes as he cut the croissant, his bony fingers gripping the silver knife. His movements were graceful and dignified, and in a trance, he suddenly recalled a morning five years ago.

Her throat tightened, and she picked up the juice and took a sip, stroking the wall of the cup with her fingertips. She took a deep breath before tentatively speaking.

"Did I...do something to make you angry yesterday?"