Chapter 300 Don’t you think your name is nice?
Fu Linghe carried Yun Zheng and walked through the wooden corridor. The moonlight shone through the carved window lattices, casting mottled shadows on them.
Yun Zheng could feel the tense muscles in his arms, and the water droplets from the hot spring slid down his jawline and dripped onto her collarbone, making her shiver slightly with the coolness.
"Cold?" Fu Linghe did not stop, his voice filled with dangerous tenderness.
Yun Zheng shook her head, her wet hair brushing against his arm.
She was too familiar with this tone. Every time Fu Linghe spoke in this tone, it meant that she wouldn't be able to get away with it easily tonight.
But...it seems like she didn't do anything to upset him today.
Pushing open the door, Fu Linghe gently placed her on the king-size bed.
Yun Zheng sank into the soft duvet. Before she could stand up, Fu Linghe was already kneeling on one knee at the edge of the bed, slowly and methodically unbuttoning his wet shirt.
"Call me." He spoke in a low voice, gently lifting her chin with his fingers.
"Fu..." Yun Zheng just uttered a word, and met his suddenly dark eyes. Suddenly she realized that something was wrong and hurriedly changed her words, "Husband~"
Fu Linghe hummed softly, and stroked her red lips with his thumb. "So Madam hasn't forgotten."
He leaned over to her ear, his breath warm, "But I don't remember Madam calling me that just now. What did you call me? Hmm?"
Yun Zheng's mind suddenly buzzed, and she quibbled weakly, "Just...call me husband."
"Really? Looks like I have to remind my wife." Fu Linghe's dark eyes were filled with restraint. He reached out and pinched her little face, forcing her to look at him. "Sweet, at the door!"
Yun Zheng smiled awkwardly. Three hours ago, she had indeed called out "Fu Linghe" in front of Jiang Chenyu and Cen Lian'an.
Fu Linghe had told her a long time ago that she hoped she could give him some face when they went out. She didn't have to call him husband, but she also didn't have to call him by his full name.
Yun Zheng agreed to it at that time, but forgot everything in the blink of an eye.
"I was..." She tried to defend herself, but Fu Linghe simply lowered his head and covered her lips.
A sharp pain mixed with numbness instantly shot through her spine, and she instinctively grabbed his half-open shirt.
Fu Linghe's fingertips lingered on her earlobe, his voice slightly hoarse, like the sound of a hot spring. "Madam, your memory is inconsistent. It seems you need some special...memory methods."
As soon as Fu Linghe's lips touched hers, Yun Zheng suddenly leaned against his chest, her voice filled with panic, "Wait..."
Fu Linghe paused, the lust in his eyes still lingering, "What?"
Yun Zheng's ears were red, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito's: "I think...I'm having my period."
The air froze for a moment.
Fu Linghe closed his eyes, his Adam's apple rolled, and he finally propped himself up.
He reached out and brushed away the wet hair from her forehead, and asked helplessly, "Does it hurt?"
Yun Zheng shook her head, stole a glance at his tense jawline, and whispered, "It's just... a little cold."
Fu Linghe sighed softly, pulled the blanket over her, and turned to walk towards the bathroom.
As the sound of running water began, Yun Zheng heard him dial the internal line, "Make some brown sugar ginger tea, and get a hot water bottle."
When he came back with a hot towel, Yun Zheng had already gone to the bathroom to take care of herself and then curled up in a small ball on the bed.
Fu Linghe knelt on one knee beside the bed, his warm palm covering her lower abdomen. "Why didn't you mention that your period was coming when you were drinking wine and soaking in the hot spring just now?"
Yun Zheng was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing, "Drinking and menstruation don't seem to conflict, right?"
"Yes, yes, no conflict!" There was a hint of anger in Fu Linghe's tone that Yun Zheng couldn't understand.
"Husband, you are still angry."
Fu Linghe sneered, "What else?"
His fingertips gently rubbed her cold fingertips. "You clearly agreed not to call me by my full name in front of outsiders. You are a liar, Yun Zheng!"
Yun Zheng saw that he had a cold face, but his fingertips were still gently warming her hands, and her heart felt sweet and bitter.
She propped herself up and sat up, the duvet slipping off her shoulders, revealing her slender collarbone and half-wet nightgown.
"Fu Linghe." She suddenly called him by his full name, her voice as soft as if soaked in honey.
Fu Linghe paused, narrowing his eyes. "Are you getting bolder?"
Yun Zheng pursed her lips and smiled, then suddenly put her arms around his neck, pressing her whole body against him, her wet hair brushing against his chin.
"But I like calling you Fu Linghe. Don't you think your name is nice?"
She tilted her face up, her nose almost touching his. "I yelled when I was angry, and when I was happy. I yelled many times in my heart..."
Fu Linghe's Adam's apple rolled, and he clasped his palms around her lower back, saying in a low, hoarse voice, "You're really good at making excuses."
There wasn't even a hint of anger in his voice; he was clearly secretly pleased!
"It's not an excuse." Yun Zheng's fingertips traced the taut jawline, her voice soft, "It's because... every time I call your name, you look at me like this."
Fu Linghe's breathing was slightly stagnant.
Her fingertips touched the corners of his eyes, which were slightly red due to suppressed desire.
"It's as if I'm the only one in the world who can make you angry and helpless." She leaned in, her breath brushing against his lips. "This feeling... I like it very much."
Fu Linghe's eyes darkened suddenly. He suddenly grabbed her wrist and pressed her into the bed. A burning kiss fell on her neck. His voice was filled with danger. "Yun Zheng, do you think I can't do anything to you?"
Yun Zheng gasped lightly, but smiled and hugged him tightly, "Yes."
Fu Linghe laughed angrily, pinching her chin with his fingertips. "You dare to tease me during your period?"
"Then what are you going to do?" She blinked, looking innocent. "Punish me?"
Fu Linghe stared at her for a few seconds, suddenly lowered his head and bit her lips hard, then stood up and walked towards the closet.
Yun Zheng covered her mouth in pain. Seeing him pull out a dry robe, she tilted her head in confusion, "What are you doing?"
"Put it on." His tone was firm, but his hands were gentle as he untied the ties of her half-wet nightgown. "Isn't it uncomfortable enough to wear wet clothes?"
Yun Zheng obediently raised her hands and let him put on her warm pajamas, muttering softly, "It was you who didn't notice when you brought me back..."
Fu Linghe sneered, "Blame me?"
She immediately smiled with her eyes curved, "Blame me, it's all my fault."
Fu Linghe didn't bother to pay attention to her and turned to get the brown sugar ginger tea. Yun Zheng wrapped herself tightly in her nightgown and suddenly asked in a low voice: "Hubby, were you so nice to others before?"
The air was still.
Fu Linghe paused and turned to look at her: "What other people?"
Yun Zheng tugged at the fur on her sleeves, her voice becoming increasingly quiet. "It's just... your old female friends or something..."
Fu Linghe stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly walked back, knelt on one knee beside the bed, and pinched her face: "Yun Zheng, what's going on in your mind all day?"
"Curious..." she muttered.
"No one else." He said lightly, "You are the first."
Yun Zheng's eyes lit up, but she was choked by his next words.
"And the only one who dares to call me by my full name, still alive and kicking."
She burst out laughing and suddenly rushed over to hug his waist, "Then I want to be your only one for the rest of my life!"
Fu Linghe lowered his eyes to look at her, and placed his palm on the back of her head. "You already are."
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