Even before Fu Jingsheng reached the sunroom, Rong Yan's hand was already restlessly reaching for the zipper of the man's pants.
"Fu Jingsheng, let's try walking." Her ideas were becoming increasingly unusual.
"Rong Yan." Fu Jingsheng hadn't even considered this strange posture of doing this while walking. "We're almost there."
There was a tatami mat in the sunroom in the side courtyard. When it was cool, Fu Jingsheng liked to sunbathe in it. The floor was rough, so he specially laid out a soft mat. He never expected it would come in handy today.
"That's how I want it," Rong Yan said coquettishly.
When she got home that evening, she changed into a dress for convenience.
The woman took one hand to lift the hem of her skirt.
Fu Jingsheng lowered his head and met her longing eyes.
My heart started pounding.
"Rong Yan, where did you learn all this?" Fu Jingsheng asked.
Rong Yan tilted her head: "It was automatically pushed to me by the webpage last night."
Actually, these scenarios were all written in Rong Yan's novels, but I don't know if they are feasible.
But Fu Jingsheng was unaware that his ex-wife was a bestselling online author.
To be precise, nobody knows, including Zhao Wenbo.
Even in a different city, as long as there's internet and a computer, she can still find things to do.
"A lot of things online are fake," Fu Jingsheng said, not really believing it.
"How will you know if it's true or false if you don't try?" There's definitely not enough time to go through all the actions in Rong Yan's novel, so let's use as many as we can and minimize the regrets.
Rong Yan is very small, and her appetite has been poor lately; she probably weighs less than 90 pounds now.
Fu Jingsheng could lift it up with ease.
With each step, Rong Yan felt as if she were being lifted to the clouds.
Fu Jingsheng slowed his pace.
The moonlight fell on the two people, but there was only one figure on the ground.
"Do you like it?" he asked.
Rong Yan's thoughts drifted, feeling an unprecedented emptiness.
After being asked several questions by Fu Jingsheng, she finally came to her senses and said, "I like it so much."
However, her hands were getting a little sore.
The woman asked Fu Jingsheng to put her down and went into the glass room.
The sweltering heat made his face even rosier.
Fu Jingsheng lowered his gaze to her, his fingertips tracing her face: "Why haven't I seen you this proactive before? If you had been this proactive from the beginning, I probably would have..."
The man didn't finish his sentence. Would he prevent her from leaving?
Before? Rong Yan's eyes widened in surprise.
Yes, when she first married Fu Jingsheng, she was reserved and timid, even speaking cautiously. She did whatever Fu Jingsheng said and never dared to disobey.
Even on their wedding night, when Fu Jingsheng didn't touch her, she remained silent.
I haven't touched her for a month, and she remains silent, never expressing her needs.
If I had been a little more selfish, proactive, and enthusiastic back then, would I have missed those seven years?
They haven't been together for long, and they have to leave again soon.
Rong Yan's heart sank instantly.
Noticing the change in the woman's expression, Fu Jingsheng twirled her hair with his fingers: "It's not too late to take the initiative now."
"Fu Jingsheng, what is your wish?" Rong Yan asked.
Fu Jingsheng sat down next to her: "Yes, remarry, have a few more children, enough to form a football team."
Rong Yan reached out and patted Fu Jingsheng's forehead: "Do you think I'm a sow?"
"Seriously, what are your wishes? For example, do you need money?"
“I’m very serious, that’s all.” Fu Jingsheng repeated each word carefully. “We’ll hold the wedding when the weather gets a little warmer. You like the sea, so we’ll go to Sanya.”
“If you like the phoenix coronet and wedding gown, we’ll have a traditional Chinese wedding by the sea. But we might have to rent a sedan chair in Sanya. Otherwise, if we go from Tiancheng to fetch you, it will be several years before I arrive.”
"What else do you like?" Fu Jingsheng suddenly asked as he was talking.
"Should we invite a celebrity?"
"No." Rong Yan shook her head, not daring to look at Fu Jingsheng.
The woman's lips moved slightly: "I asked you what your wish was, so why are you asking what I like?"
“Your wish is my wish.” He gently stroked her hair and kissed her. “I lack nothing, except you, and the chance to sleep in the same bed with you every day.”
Rong Yan leaned on his shoulder: "Okay, my wish is that you are happy every day, that the children are happy every day, and that the people I care about are happy every day."
"Yes, ma'am," Fu Jingsheng replied, sitting up straight.
With a son and a daughter, and his wife won him back, he's living a life of luxury; it's hard for him not to be happy.
Rong Yan licked her lips: "Want to be even happier? Let's do it again?"
Fu Jingsheng silently counted in his mind; it had been three times since the morning.
Is there no tomorrow? Are we going to squeeze every last drop out today?
"Rong Yan, are you going on a business trip tomorrow?"
The woman shook her head.
"I don't go on business trips either, so who are you?" Fu Jingsheng asked.
Rong Yan leaned lazily against the glass: "Your heat is over, but mine has started. I really want to seduce you today."
Fu Jingsheng: ...
Rong Yan clung to Fu Jingsheng's arm and continued to plead coquettishly, "Are you coming or not? This is the last time."
"Let me have a smoke." Fu Jingsheng wanted to use a cigarette to calm himself down.
"Okay, I'll light it for you." Rong Yan picked up the lighter.
She couldn't see the man's melancholy face through the swirling smoke.
Fu Jingsheng's mind was in turmoil. The previous few steps had already been insufficient, and if he tried again, he was afraid he wouldn't satisfy Rong Yan.
What to do? A man can't just give up.
A woman in her thirties who's like a wolf is terrifying.
While Fu Jingsheng was smoking, Rong Yan looked up at the starry sky, wondering if the place where Zhao Wenbai had imprisoned her had such a beautiful night view.
A few minutes later, the man returned to the glass room.
He had a faint smell of tobacco on him.
"Finished?"
"Hmm, the night view is really beautiful tonight." The man wanted to talk to Rong Yan a little longer.
But then Rong Yan lay down directly, facing the sky, her eyes filled with a gentle smile: "Fu Jingsheng, I want to look at the starry sky, do it."
She had seen the most beautiful scenery in the world beneath him.
In the future, when she recalls the beautiful scenery she shared with Fu Jingsheng, she will feel happy.
"Come here, let's compare and see who shines brighter, me or the stars." She kept her hand outstretched.
Fu Jingsheng gripped it as if possessed.
I sat down carefully next to her, afraid of blocking her view of the starry sky.
"More dazzling than the stars." Fu Jingsheng came to this conclusion after just one glance. "I love your eyes the most, so back then, every time I saw you glaring at me, I would close my eyes and not dare to look, afraid that I would lose control if I looked at you for even a moment."
“Stubborn?” Rong Yan’s tone took a turn. “Is that so?” She turned to the side and winked at Fu Jingsheng.
“What a coincidence, I also like your eyes.” Rong Yan gripped Fu Jingsheng’s shoulders tightly and pulled him toward her.
Soon, she was shrouded in shadow.
As her fingertips traced Fu Jingsheng's smooth lines, Rong Yan used the strength of her waist to bring her lips to Fu Jingsheng's cheek.
“Come here,” she said.
A few leaves occasionally drift down from the withered yellow trees in the yard, landing on the glass roof and making a hoarse sound as they are blown by the wind.
The two people inside the glass room were on the verge of collapse.
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