Chapter 212 Why are you so clingy to me today?
The next morning.
When Yun Zheng woke up, the man was no longer by her side.
The sunlight filtered through the gauze curtains, casting tiny spots of light on the floor. His unique woody scent still lingered among the bedding.
She stood up with her sore waist, and as the silk nightgown slid across her skin, the beautiful scenes of last night suddenly flashed back in her mind.
Yun Zheng blushed as she pulled up her collar and dragged her tired body off the bed. She was too lazy to put on her shoes, so she walked barefoot on the floor and took small steps towards the cloakroom.
Now she couldn't think of any better way to relieve the pain in her body except taking a bath.
The door of the cloakroom was ajar, and rustling sounds could be heard.
Yun Zheng walked over barefoot and was caught off guard when she saw Fu Linghe packing his suitcase with his back to her.
He was wearing a crisp smoky gray shirt today, with the cuffs rolled up to his elbows, revealing his well-defined forearms.
"What are you doing?" she asked softly, holding onto the doorframe. "Aren't you going to work?"
Fu Linghe turned around abruptly and saw a passport with a gold-stamped cover lying among the neatly stacked clothes in the suitcase.
He walked over in two steps, his palm naturally supporting her lower back, "Why aren't you wearing slippers?"
The young couple asked their own questions, with no tacit understanding and no one answering the other's questions.
Fu Linghe leaned over, put one hand around her knees, and held her back firmly with the other hand, then picked her up sideways.
Yun Zheng was caught off guard and flew into the air. She subconsciously clutched the front of his shirt, and the silk fabric wrinkled into ambiguous lines under her fingertips.
"You--" She was about to speak when the man had already walked towards the bedroom. The muscles in his arms tensed with the movement, and the sense of power ready to be unleashed could be felt through his shirt.
Last night, those same arms held her in their embrace, refusing to let go even a little bit despite her sobbing and begging!
"The ground is cold." Fu Linghe looked down at her, his Adam's apple moving slightly, his voice raspy from the morning. "Didn't I tire you out enough last night? You still have the energy to run around barefoot."
Yun Zheng's ears felt hot and she struggled to get down, but he tightened his arms around her.
The collar of his shirt brushed against her nose, and the crisp woody scent mixed with a hint of cool aftershave made her feel dazed for a moment.
"Fu Linghe!" Yun Zheng pushed him away in embarrassment, "Put me down!"
Fu Linghe didn't let go. Instead, he lowered his head and bit her earlobe lightly, his voice low and deep, "If you move again, I don't mind making you more tired."
It turned out that Mr. Fu's threat was completely effective on Miss Yun, and she really did not move again.
Fu Linghe curled his lips in satisfaction, holding her and strode towards the bathroom. The bathtub was already filled with hot water, with a few rose petals floating on the water, and the steaming hot air was filled with the soothing scent of essential oils.
He knelt on one knee on the edge of the bathtub, but had no intention of putting her down. Instead, he tightened his arms, lowered his head and took a deep breath in the crook of her neck.
Yun Zheng's heart was beating wildly, and her fingers unconsciously tugged at the short hair at the back of his neck. "Are you packing up to go on a business trip?"
He chuckled softly, finally letting go and letting her slide into the warm water, but he then leaned on the edge of the bathtub, trapping her in a small space. "Isn't Mrs. Fu going to Country A?"
When Yun Zheng heard the man's words, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, "So you are helping me pack my things?"
"Well, just pack up some daily necessities so you don't have to go there and use other things you're not used to."
Seeing her soak in the water, Fu Linghe stood up and gently brushed away the scattered hair on her forehead with his slender fingers. His tone was so gentle that it was addictive. "You soak for a while. I'll go finish packing the luggage."
He turned to leave, but Yun Zheng subconsciously reached out and grabbed his sleeve, her fingertips still stained with water, leaving a small dark mark on his smoky gray shirt.
Fu Linghe raised his eyebrows and looked at her, with a hint of teasing in his eyes, "Why, you want me to take a shower with you?"
Yun Zheng immediately let go of her hand, her ears burning, "No way!"
He chuckled softly, then pulled a towel from the shelf next to him and placed it within her reach. "I'll find you some clean clothes later. If you need anything, call me. I'll be outside."
After saying that, he turned and left the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
Yun Zheng looked at his back and didn't let out a long sigh until the door closed. She slid into the water and let the warm water wrap around her sore limbs.
The aroma of rose essential oil soothed her nerves and she closed her eyes comfortably.
But her mind couldn't help but pop up the image of his muscles tensed under his shirt when he hugged her just now, and the faint woody scent!
It’s so annoying!
You are so good at seducing people without being noticed, Mr. Fu!!!
I don’t know how long I soaked in the bath. When Yun Zheng was feeling a little sleepy, there was a sudden noise at the bathroom door.
"The clothes are at the door." Fu Linghe's deep voice came through the frosted glass. His slender figure could be vaguely seen lingering outside the door. "Just soak for another ten minutes and come out. You'll feel dizzy if you soak for too long."
She hummed lazily, and only got up from the bathtub when she heard the footsteps fading away.
Drops of water rolled down her collarbone, and the mirror was covered with mist, reflecting her light pink skin.
Especially the red marks on the waist that have not yet faded, which are particularly ambiguous in the chlorine vapor.
The moment you open the door, the aroma of wood mixed with the rich scent of coffee hits you in the face.
Fu Linghe was sitting on the single sofa in front of the French window, typing on his laptop. He didn't even raise his head when he heard the noise. "There's warm honey water on the bedside table. Drink it first."
She walked barefoot across the wool carpet and found that the once messy bed had been replaced with new silk sheets.
Three large suitcases stood quietly at the entrance of the bedroom.
"Why do you carry so many things?" Yun Zheng turned around in surprise, holding the glass, but saw the man close his computer, unbutton two buttons of his shirt as he walked towards her against the light, revealing the Adam's apple that she had bitten when she was excited last night.
Yun Zheng thought that since she was just going to take a look and wouldn't stay for long, there was no need to bring so many things with her.
Moreover, Country A is the territory of the Mohist School. If it is true as Fu Linghe said, it seems unsafe for him to stay there for a long time.
Fu Linghe walked towards him, put his arms around her and gently rubbed his chin against her slightly wet hair.
His voice was low and gentle, with a hint of coaxing, "I haven't been to Country A much, but I looked up travel guides online, and there are many places worth visiting."
His palm slowly slid down her back and finally landed on her waist. His fingertips gently caressed her sensitive skin, as if to comfort her, or as if to silently declare possession.
"It's a rare opportunity to go out, so I'll take you out for a few days." Fu Linghe lowered his head, his thin lips touching her earlobe, and his warm breath brushed past her, causing her to shudder slightly.
Yun Zheng was held in his arms and could clearly feel the warmth of his chest and his steady heartbeat.
The cuff of his shirt brushed against her arm, carrying a faint scent of cedar, which made her unconsciously lean closer to him.
Fu Linghe noticed her movements, and the smile in his eyes deepened. He gently pinched her neck with his slender fingers, and said in a low voice, "Why are you so clingy to me today?"
Yun Zheng's ears felt hot, and she was about to retort, but he pinched her chin and lifted her face slightly.
His thumb gently stroked her little face, his eyes darkened a little, "I didn't kiss you enough last night."
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