They soon arrived at the residential area and knocked on the door.
"Ta-da..."
The knocking was heavy, but there was no response, which made Chu Fang even more panicked.
He faced the security door head-on and kicked it with all his might...
The door opened, and upon seeing Zhong Tingyue, he hurriedly tried to pull his foot back, but couldn't stop himself, and ended up kneeling at Zhong Tingyue's feet.
Zhong Tingyue: "???"
"Today is not Chinese New Year, there is no need to kneel down, and I did not prepare any red envelopes."
Chu Fang: "..."
He stood up and tilted his head: "Just exercising."
Why didn't you go to the studio?
As Zhong Tingyue walked home, she said, "I'm not feeling well."
"Oh... ...ah?"
Chu Fang then took a closer look at his fiancée. She looked slightly haggard, with flushed cheeks, closed eyes, trembling long eyelashes, pale lips, and slightly disheveled hair, yet she still exuded a delicate and endearing beauty.
"What's wrong? Are you sick? What's wrong? Is it serious? Ms. Zhong, you absolutely can't leave me. How can I live in this world alone..."
Zhong Tingyue said softly, "My period has started."
"Huh?" Chu Fang quickly composed himself. "Oh, is that what it was about? Never mind then, why didn't you tell me?"
“I moved out because I wanted to live alone. If I told you, then there’s no point in moving out,” Zhong Tingyue explained. “Now that you’ve read this, you should leave.”
"No!" Chu Fang refused. "I want to stay and keep you company."
Seeing that Zhong Tingyue still wanted to speak, he said with a serious expression, "Zhong Tingyue, I can agree to other things, but not this."
"Woman, go to bed and rest now. Leave the rest to me."
"Oh." Seeing that Chu Fang was about to get angry, Zhong Tingyue didn't argue.
Chu Fang entered the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and saw leftover noodles, potato chips, and cake. He complained, "What does this woman eat every day? There's no nutrition at all."
Fortunately, although Zhong Tingyue rarely cooks, he bought a lot of ingredients and used them to make a bowl of ginger and brown sugar water.
Entering the bedroom, one sees Zhong Tingyue biting her lips tightly, her exquisite face slightly distorted.
He helped his fiancée up, then fed her ginger and brown sugar water, which she slowly drank.
Chu Fang asked, "Are you feeling better?"
"No."
“... ..."
Although Chu Fang knew that this thing had no effect on women's menstrual cycle, you didn't even offer any psychological comfort.
Then all that time I wasted wasting my time?
His hand covered Zhong Tingyue's stomach, gently caressing it with unparalleled tenderness and affection. Zhong Tingyue's skin was delicate and smooth, and through the thin clothes, he could feel the subtle undulations and temperature beneath her skin.
Chu Fang rubbed his fiancée's belly, looked up, and saw a delicate face smiling sweetly.
He retorted directly, "You didn't inform me about something this big, and you're still laughing here? You have the nerve to do that?"
"I'm not thinking about living alone."
"Even if you live alone, you have to get through this first."
Then what is the meaning of my life living alone? Zhong Tingyue wondered to herself.
She felt that moving out hadn't reduced her dependence on Chu Fang; on the contrary, she seemed to have become even more dependent on him.
Are you feeling better?
"I feel much better. I didn't sleep at all last night."
"You're awesome!" Chu Fang gave a thumbs up. He had no time to investigate what the woman hadn't told him. He helped her down, covered her with the blanket, and said, "Then you should get some sleep."
Zhong Tingyue pulled at the blanket: "Where are you going?"
"Heaven!" Chu Fang said irritably. "Nonsense, of course I'm here with you."
Chu Fang moved a stool into the bedroom, sat down next to Zhong Tingyue, and rubbed her belly while flipping through various guides on women's menstrual cycles.
"Mr. Chu."
"Um."
"I can't sleep."
"Counting sheep."
"One sheep, two sheep, three sheep... ..., I want to count you."
"???"
"One Mr. Chu, two Mr. Chu, three Mr. Chu, they're all mine..."
Chu Fang was speechless: "You're quite the womanizer!"
Zhong Tingyue's clear voice echoed in the room. After an unknown amount of time, the voice gradually faded away. Chu Fang glanced at her and saw that Zhong Tingyue had fallen asleep.
Zhong Tingyue slept peacefully, her eyelashes gently closed, her breathing long and even, a faint smile on her lips, her long hair like silk scattered on the pillow, like a tranquil elf.
He pulled his hand away, covered himself with the blanket, and then tiptoed outside.
While Zhong Tingyue was sleeping, Chu Fang went downstairs to buy some vegetables and meat, and then began to cook.
As he was cooking, he suddenly heard loud music and noise coming from next door, as if his neighbors were having a party.
This residential complex is different from Zhonghai Mingyuan and Tanhua; its sound insulation is not good.
He frowned slightly, went to his neighbor's door, and knocked several times before someone opened it. It was a beautiful woman.
"Hello, who are you?" the elegant woman asked.
Chu Fang said, "I am your next-door neighbor's fiancé. She is sick today and is resting at home. Could you please be a little quieter? I'm so sorry."
"Oh, okay," the elegant woman nodded.
Thank you.
"fine."
The beautiful woman looked at Chu Fang's figure and said, "A beautiful woman and a handsome man, a perfect match."
The elegant woman closed the door, turned down the music, and then said to her friends, "My neighbor next door is sick and resting, so please keep your voices down."
Several friends were not satisfied:
"It's broad daylight, so we can't make any noise."
"If you're sick, you should go to the hospital, not stay at home."
The beautiful woman's boyfriend nodded in agreement: "Exactly, exactly, this isn't about morally blackmailing us..."
The beautiful woman glanced at her boyfriend, who then shut his mouth.
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