Chapter 54. Luo Sheng agreed...
Luo Sheng agreed very quickly.
"Xiaoyu, can your body hold up? In a few months, will you be giving birth to that child?"
The due date is in late spring or early summer, and the performance will only take place after that. Ji Qingyu said no, and Luo Sheng breathed a sigh of relief.
Ji Qingyu then discussed the details with him in more detail.
They chatted for so long they lost track of time, and it was getting dark. Because it was so quiet outside, Ji Qingyu almost forgot that Fu Han was still there. It wasn't until he stood up and stretched that she suddenly realized what had happened.
He pushed open the bedroom door and walked out. It was quiet outside, as if no one was there.
Ji Qingyu was somewhat surprised. Looking into the room, she saw Fu Han with a cold face, his whole body buried in the sofa. Upon closer inspection, Ji Qingyu noticed that Fu Han was holding one of her clothes.
"Fu Han, are you a pervert?" Ji Qingyu picked up the clothes rack next to the balcony and poked him. "Give me back my clothes."
Fu Han gripped the garment tightly, his eyes filled with grievance, and said softly, "You won't even give me the clothes."
Fu Han swung away the clothes rack and yanked Ji Qingyu back. His teeth were close to Ji Qingyu's neck as he fiercely and menacingly grabbed her. In the end, he just buried his head in Ji Qingyu's neck and sighed.
Ji Qingyu shuddered, trying to push him away but unable to. Only then did she realize that Fu Han's condition did seem abnormal; he was shivering all over.
He touched Fu Han's forehead, which was covered in fine beads of sweat. Fu Han's whole body was burning hot. His grip on Ji Qingyu's waist tightened, and he let out a dangerous moan.
He pressed his finger hard on Ji Qingyu's gland, and Ji Qingyu trembled twice and went limp.
Ji Qingyu felt like a piece of juicy meat, so powerless in front of an alpha in his prime. He wanted to escape, but after taking only two steps, Fu Han grabbed Ji Qingyu's thigh and pulled him back.
The aroma of green plums, carrying a strong sense of desire, swept across the land.
"I just want to rest for a bit. Give me some time to think things through. Stop clinging to me all the time." Ji Qingyu tried to pull the other person off her.
Fu Han hugged her even tighter. His body was too cold, and his eyes seemed to melt her. He looked up at Ji Qingyu with a wronged expression. It was dark, and Ji Qingyu could only see Fu Han's eyebrows and eyes, which were so handsome that they made her feel flustered.
Ji Qingyu hesitated for a few seconds, then relaxed completely, stopped struggling, and let him hold her.
Fu Han didn't let go until more than ten minutes later.
"Are you done hugging?" Ji Qingyu patted his back and asked in a calm voice.
It seemed to be snowing outside the window, and Fu Han felt a little cold: "What exactly do you want? You know I can't live without you, so you treat me like this, right?"
Ji Qingyu was speechless. The scent of green plums in the air was still strong, and he felt uncomfortable too. His body was craving the other person, but his words were still devoid of human warmth: "Don't always be so suspicious."
"Will you forgive me? When will you forgive me?" Fu Han asked this question repeatedly, as if he would never get tired of it. Ji Qingyu sighed.
"What did you make? It smells so good." Ji Qingyu changed the subject, slowly looking into the kitchen, where something seemed to be cooking in a pot.
"Taro milk tea." Fu Han pursed his lips, took Ji Qingyu's hand, licked the back of Ji Qingyu's neck, and his hands wandered restlessly over her body. Ji Qingyu slapped him away, and Fu Han began to say again, "I feel so uncomfortable."
"If you're feeling unwell, you can go find someone outside," Ji Qingyu said softly in Fu Han's ear, her voice tingling with anger as he pinched her.
“Who the hell can I turn to? I have no one else but you,” Fu Han said. “I spent the whole afternoon figuring out how to make milk tea, and I was even worried about disturbing your work, and you still doubt me.”
“But…” Ji Qingyu seemed to remember something and was about to speak.
"No, it's only you. Who else could I possibly like? Fine, go ahead and mess with me, go ahead and mess with me." Fu Han hugged Ji Qingyu and pulled her into his arms.
Ji Qingyu's nasal cavity was filled with the scent of green plums. He couldn't stand this about Fu Han the most; his pheromones would become unstable whenever there was an emotional fluctuation. Now that his glands were healed, he could no longer remain indifferent. He really still hated the emotional fluctuations between Ao and Oo.
He patted Fu Han on the back symbolically, then sighed, his body emitting the damp smell of rain, a gesture of reassurance.
He closed his eyes and asked softly, "Does this make you feel any better?"
"That's how you are. You're nice to me, then you push me away. When I'm feeling down, you give me a little something in return. Am I a dog? Why are you walking me around like this?" Fu Han complained again.
"I...I didn't mean that," Ji Qingyu said, touching Fu Han's hair with some guilt and letting out a breath.
"Go ahead and walk me, walk me as much as you want, bring it on me with whatever tricks you have, as long as you don't go after anyone else, I'll keep walking you until you calm down." Fu Han buried his head in Ji Qingyu's arms.
Fu Han's pheromones enveloped Ji Qingyu, making her feel comfortable. Besides sadness, the alpha's pheromones also had a strong soothing effect, making Ji Qingyu feel relaxed. She unknowingly fell asleep in Fu Han's arms.
When he woke up, he felt sore all over. Fu Han held him, maintaining a stiff posture, and rested on the sofa with his head down.
Ji Qingyu noticed that Fu Han's face was pale. He reached out and touched it, and the other person's face finally wasn't so cold anymore. He then tried to release a higher concentration of pheromones, and Fu Han's tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed.
The phone beside him was on silent by Fu Han. There were more than a dozen missed calls. Ji Qingyu patted him, stood up stiffly, and suspected that Fu Han had done something while he was asleep.
"Get up. Your taro milk tea is all ruined, isn't it?" Ji Qingyu asked slowly. "If we sleep with the stove on, what if we all die here?"
Fu Han paused for a moment before gradually coming to his senses: "I didn't... I was too sleepy, I won't do it again next time."
"You always say you won't do it again next time." Ji Qingyu smiled, went to the kitchen and poured the milk tea out of the pot. The lid was on, and there was still a third left. Fortunately, it hadn't burned.
Fu Han looked over from behind, put his arm around Ji Qingyu from behind, rested his chin on Ji Qingyu's shoulder, and hugged Ji Qingyu tightly. His voice was thick with sleepiness: "I'm serious. I've never failed to do what I promised. I really won't do it again next time."
"Okay." Ji Qingyu poured out the remaining milk tea, and Fu Han mashed the taro paste that was steaming to the side. Ji Qingyu did not intend to drink it, but handed all the milk tea to Fu Han and then pushed him out.
Fu Han looked at Ji Qingyu with some confusion.
"You can take care of your milk tea yourself," Ji Qingyu said, turning to close the door. He then remembered that the venue arrangements weren't finished, and he'd likely be busy. Fu Han's presence here would only cling to him, causing him unnecessary delays.
“I’ve been cooking all day,” Fu Han said. “Ji Qingyu, I feel like I’m chasing you all over again. You’re so hard to win over.”
"Did you ever pursue me?" Ji Qingyu asked with some doubt. He tilted his head, and his hair fell down. His hair had grown a bit longer, making him look even more unkempt and somewhat dazed. Fu Han reached out and touched it, and his hair spread out between his fingertips.
"Have some," Fu Han tried to put the milk tea back into Ji Qingyu's hand, but Ji Qingyu shook her head and closed the door.
Besides Luo Sheng, he also called Yu Yue and Nannan, and specifically notified Ma Yu to invite him to their performance. Sure enough, the theater manager called him an hour earlier and left a voicemail asking him to come over, but he didn't answer.
He immediately called back, and the other party said that he was about to go on a business trip out of town and that they could meet at the theater in two hours. So Ji Qingyu hurriedly grabbed his coat and headed out.
The bedroom was quiet and a bit cold. Ji Qingyu looked out the window and realized that Fu Han's car was still parked in the same spot.
It's as if it will never leave, it will always be there.
Ji Qingyu watched for a while. He was wearing a cotton-padded coat haphazardly. There was no heating in the house yet, so he had to wear thicker clothes indoors.
He picked up all his things, went out, and saw Fu Han smoking downstairs. He was leaning against the car, looking lonely yet handsome, with some scarlet marks on his fingertips. The wind blew, and his eyebrows and eyes melted into the night.
"You should leave. I need to go out for a bit. If you stay here, what will happen to your company?" Ji Qingyu couldn't avoid the question, as the other person was already walking towards him.
Fu Han picked up Ji Qingyu and put him in the car.
"Where are you going? I'll take you. Otherwise, don't even think about leaving this alley."
Ji Qingyu paused, then turned her head and said, "The theater over at Astronomical Mountain."
Fu Han was stunned for a moment, not realizing that the other party had actually mentioned a place name. It took him a while to come to his senses, and he blankly said "oh" before starting the car.
Halfway there, Ji Qingyu took out an old thermos from her bag and handed it to Fu Han: "It's so cold today, drink some warm water. Don't come tomorrow."
"Just bring me water, not even ginger tea," Fu Han said softly.
The car fell silent again. Sure enough, there was a traffic jam on the road. Traffic in Beijing was as bad as ever. Fu Han honked the horn several times in frustration until Ji Qingyu turned on the radio, and then it quieted down.
When they got out of the car, Fu Han wrapped the scarf around Ji Qingyu's neck. Ji Qingyu felt his cold hands and said, "Remember to drink some water."
Ji Qingyu got out of the car after she finished speaking.
A few beeps sounded from behind, and Ji Qingyu turned around. In the cold night, the streetlights shone on Fu Han, making him look like a pale and indifferent snowman. Fu Han leaned against the window, turning his face slightly to look at Ji Qingyu, his eyes filled with an intense and unyielding longing.
"I've thought of many names for the child: Le, An, Ning. What do you think is a good name?"
"I don't know either. I can only write songs, I'm not very good at naming them."
"Then you can choose one of my names?"
"We'll see." Ji Qingyu wrapped his scarf properly. He seemed to know that Fu Han wouldn't leave, and he didn't say anything more about not waiting for him. He walked into the theater alone.
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