Jiang Wanning was half asleep.
When she got out of the car on that stretch of road on her way back tonight, she was actually terrified, thinking she had hit someone.
Thankfully it wasn't.
Then she heard a sound, and she wasn't stupid; she must have been being watched.
Fortunately, nothing serious happened, so she kept quiet.
Before going to bed, Fu Chenyuan didn't call. Jiang Wanning thought that Fu Chenyuan must be busy, so she didn't pay much attention to it.
That night, I had a dream.
In her dream, she was walking in an alley, with footsteps following her from a distance.
While living in the Zhao family, Zhao Zhongjie attended private elite schools from elementary school onwards, while she was the only one who attended a public school.
In high school, she was admitted to Nancheng No.1 Middle School, the best public middle school in Nancheng.
Nancheng No.1 Middle School is a century-old school located in the old city area.
The old town area is old and dilapidated, with outdated facilities, and it is also a gathering place for hooligans and scoundrels.
Students are either picked up by their families after school or in groups.
The Zhao family would never come to pick her up; she almost always went back on her own.
Su Zhihan always had her family's driver pick her up and drop her off.
That time, Jiang Wanning was alone, and she heard footsteps behind her.
Jiang Wanning quickened her pace, not daring to look back.
She was alone a few times afterward, and there seemed to be footsteps around, but she didn't encounter any danger.
Later, I heard that the gangsters here were all beaten up badly, so people didn't have to worry about walking at night anymore. Surveillance cameras and streetlights had been installed, and police officers and security guards patrolled from time to time.
That time, Jiang Wanning heard footsteps behind her. When she reached the bus stop, she mustered up the courage to turn around and look. She saw a tall and handsome figure with long hair that covered his eyebrows and eyes. Only his hands, which were exposed, caught her eye. They were extremely beautiful hands.
Now, Jiang Wanning doesn't know why, she's fallen into that dream.
No matter how I walked, the alley seemed endless. Because it was a dream, everything was blurry and dark.
Footsteps followed her relentlessly. Jiang Wanning's heart pounded like a drum; she wanted to turn around but dared not.
She was running a little too fast, stumbling and falling, and the footsteps behind her were also running, getting a little too close.
Suddenly, a pair of large hands wrapped around her waist.
She gasped in surprise, about to call out, when Fu Chenyuan's face appeared before her.
Jiang Wanning's body went limp, and she subconsciously hugged Fu Chenyuan's waist tightly, her voice tinged with grievance: "Why did you take so long to get here?"
Then, her hand touched something smooth and cold, it felt so real.
When she touched that cool, moist body, her skin felt like it was gradually warming up.
Jiang Wanning instinctively tried to escape from his embrace, but Fu Chenyuan grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to him. The two of them were instantly locked in a tight embrace.
Jiang Wanning seemed to wake up from her drowsiness, opening her still-drowsy eyes and tentatively asking, "Chen Yuan?"
"It's me."
She became more alert: "You're back?" She was a little surprised. So soon? Fu Chenyuan had only been away on business for two or three days, right?
I don't know if it's just my imagination, but I feel like Fu Chenyuan still has a faint smell of blood on him, and his blood seems to be restless.
In the darkness, Fu Chenyuan held her tightly, her cheek nestled in the crook of his neck, and her lips touched his collarbone as she moved.
Jiang Wanning's cheeks flushed. Although she hadn't seen him many times, Fu Chenyuan's collarbone was clearly visible in her mind. After all, Fu Chenyuan's collarbone was the collarbone of her dreams.
"You don't want me to come back?" Fu Chenyuan sounded somewhat aggrieved.
Jiang Wanning was a little embarrassed: "No. This is your home, you are free to come back whenever you want."
“It’s your home too,” he answered earnestly.
Her home?
Jiang Wanning pursed her lips.
The home she knew was the Zhao family's, but the Zhao family didn't want her anymore, and she didn't want them anymore either.
She hasn't been back to the Jiang family home yet; compared to the Jiang family home, she seems more familiar with the home she shares with Fu Chenyuan.
Fu Chenyuan wasn't home the other night. When she returned to this house, it felt a little empty, but she didn't feel uncomfortable at all.
"How have you been lately? Have you encountered any bad things?"
"No, that time at the club, it's already been resolved. It's all over."
"Hmm." Fu Chenyuan's voice sounded somewhat tired and a little hoarse.
"Shen Yuan, are you tired? If you are, go to sleep."
"good."
The man agreed, but still held her tightly.
Jiang Wanning was burning up all over; it was no wonder she couldn't fall asleep while he was holding her like that.
"Shen Yuan, you can let go of me now."
"I'm so tired, I've been working non-stop for days. Your scent makes me feel safe. Can I hug you again?" The man's voice was gentle and deep, almost pleading.
Jiang Wanning did not refuse again.
"Would you like me to chat with you for a while?" She didn't sleep very well and had a hard time falling back asleep after being woken up.
But because she has a good temper, she didn't get grumpy when she was woken up.
"Wan Ning, sing me a song, any song will do, as long as you can remember it."
Jiang Wanning was somewhat surprised. She could sing, and she would hum a few lines when she was in a good mood, but she had never sung with Fu Chenyuan.
Jiang Wanning has a talent for singing. She can hum the melody of a song after listening to it once, sing along after listening to it twice, and perfectly grasp and replicate it after listening to it a few more times.
Jiang Wanning responded with an "Mmm" and began to hum a song softly.
Her voice is sweet and gentle when she sings, like a feather gently brushing against the heart, making people feel intoxicated in the darkness.
Before the song was finished, Jiang Wanning felt Fu Chenyuan's breathing become steady and shallow; he had fallen asleep.
Jiang Wanning stopped singing and didn't dare to move, letting Fu Chenyuan hold her.
She didn't know where to put her hands.
Fu Chenyuan loved sleeping naked, wearing only underwear. His strong, muscular thighs were wrapped around hers, and his powerful arms held her tightly, the two almost whispering sweet nothings to each other.
After waiting a while, Jiang Wanning thought that Fu Chenyuan should be sleeping soundly, and tried to get out of Fu Chenyuan's arms. But as soon as she moved slightly, Fu Chenyuan seemed to sense Jiang Wanning's intention and hugged her again, his voice murmuring like a dream: "Don't go, Wanwan."
It's Wanwan, not Wanning.
Jiang Wanning savored the address carefully; Fu Chenyuan's use of the word "Wanwan" carried a tender and affectionate connotation.
When he was awake, he called her Wan Ning. He never expected that Wan Wan would sound even more beautiful when he called her that in his sleepy voice.
Jiang Wanning tried several times, but each time she tried to get out of Fu Chenyuan's arms, Fu Chenyuan held her even tighter.
Jiang Wanning could only stare wide-eyed in the darkness until her eyes ached, at which point she closed them.
I thought she wouldn't be able to sleep, but somehow she fell asleep and drifted off into a sweet dream.
Shortly after Jiang Wanning fell asleep, Fu Chenyuan also woke up.
He also has trouble sleeping and is easily startled awake.
He still has that dream, in which he is weak and helpless, and a woman holds red-hot iron tongs and presses them against his back without hesitation...
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