She had only had her period twice since she traveled here, but he actually remembered it.
My heart was in a panic, and I asked hurriedly: "Fu Ciyi, do you like me?"
Fu Ciyi glanced at her and asked, "Are you kidding me?"
"But how do you remember it so clearly?" Yan Funing tilted her head and looked at his expression carefully.
He looked as if he was looking at a fool. She felt relieved, but suddenly felt something was wrong and shouted, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I have a good memory. I remember even if I don't want to." He lowered his eyes and said calmly, "The most important thing is that I'm afraid that after you enter the mountain, something will suddenly happen. In that case, I have to carry you down the mountain."
Yan Funing muttered softly, "I'm not heavy. You're so strong, you won't be tired carrying me down the mountain, right?" Her voice suddenly rose. "Besides, I don't want you to carry me."
Fu Ciyi was choked and had no words to say.
Yan Funing glared at him, quickened her pace, and walked ahead of him.
She took long strides up the mountain, muttering to herself, "When my leg was injured, who hugged me so many times without my permission? If my future husband knew about this, he would definitely be jealous."
Fu Ciyi snorted coldly, his voice low: "Do you think you can find a new husband after divorcing me?"
Yan Funing heard this and turned back angrily: "You said I won't be able to get married in the future?"
"Didn't you say I could win not only the first place in the imperial examination but also the first place in the imperial examination? Who would dare to marry the wife of the first place scholar, huh?"
The ending of his tone rose, with a sense of confidence and a hint of mockery.
Yan Funing's face was visibly unhappy. She had forgotten the most important point -
He was able to become the top scholar and a powerful official. If he used some tricks, who would dare to marry his ex-wife?
Even after the divorce, she still had to look at his face.
"Fu Ciyi, our relationship has improved a lot, right? I cook for you, make purses for you, and I'll sew clothes for you in a while..."
The man looked back at her calmly: "What do you want to say?"
She sneered, "After the divorce, you can't use your power to bully others."
"Who are you bullying?"
"Me, and the people around me."
Hearing that the "people around her" she mentioned were probably referring to her future husband, Fu Ciyi said coldly, "Let's discuss it later."
"Why discuss this further?" She walked back to him.
She was a head shorter than him, and because they were on the hillside, she was standing higher than him, and the distance between them and her line of sight was unexpectedly shortened.
The man had a high nose bridge, thin lips, and eyes as deep as the sea. He looked back at her quietly.
Yan Funing sighed that she was not good enough and did not have the courage to look him in the eye, so her long eyelashes drooped.
"After the divorce, I may not marry again. Of course, if I meet someone good, I will naturally consider getting married again. By then, our grudges should be over, right?"
She had never said the latter sentence before, but this time she mustered up great courage to say it.
The man said calmly, "You are my wife now. We have been sleeping in the same bed together for nearly three months. For this reason alone, I should be responsible for you."
Yan Funing was stunned for a moment before she said, "We were just lying on the bed, nothing happened. So you don't have to take responsibility."
The man insisted: "I slept with you for nearly three months, so you should be responsible."
Hearing this, Yan Funing's eyes widened in shock: "Fu Ciyi, do you know what you are talking about? What do you mean by being slept with by you for nearly three months?"
The man continued calmly, "When you look for a husband from now on, don't worry, I will help you check his status, position, knowledge, and character."
The implication was that she could not marry again without his permission.
Yan Funing's face flushed with anger: "Let's sleep separately tonight."
Fu Ciyi knew how to control her, and said coldly, "Okay, you sleep on the floor."
"I don't want to sleep on the floor. I'm going to squeeze in with Caiyu."
"I have no plans to sleep in a separate room from my wife."
Yan Funing frowned, gnashed her teeth, and muttered angrily, "Fu Ciyi, I'm telling you, I'm angry, I want to curse!"
The man said calmly, "You can curse as much as you want. It's not like I haven't heard it before."
There is probably no place where you can curse more harshly than in the book club.
Yan Funing was angry and annoyed, her legs were shaking and she walked very fast.
Suddenly, her foot stepped on a wooden stick, and her delicate body staggered. One foot slid down, while the other foot was nailed to the spot.
The two legs instantly split...
Fu Ciyi shook his head, took a few steps over, put his hands under her armpits, lifted her up and straightened her up.
Yan Funing slapped his hand away: "I don't want your help."
"Are you sure?"
Fu Ciyi asked, stretched his foot under her legs, and hooked her ankle...
Her legs were in split position again.
"Fu Ciyi, you little bastard!"
She finally cursed out loud, and just as she was about to fall to the ground, he grabbed her by the back of the collar and lifted her up.
Her throat was pinched by the hem of her clothes, and Yan Funing coughed: "Cough, cough, cough, my feet hurt again."
If she continues to fight with him, she will not get any good results, so it is better for her to pretend to be weak.
As expected, Fu Ciyi's face darkened and he helped her sit down on a clean stone.
After taking off her shoes and socks and checking to find that her legs and feet were fine, he looked at her deeply with his cold eyes.
Yan Funing felt guilty, thinking that he was about to expose her.
Unexpectedly, he helped her put on her shoes and socks, grabbed her arm and put it on his shoulder.
"If you don't want me to hold you, I can carry you home, right?"
The man has a clear voice.
Yan Funing quickly withdrew her hand and whispered frankly: "I was actually lying to you, my foot doesn't hurt."
The man chuckled, "I know."
Yan Funing moved her lips but didn't say anything.
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