Chapter 2024 Whose Thoughts Are Not Pure
Mu Xin felt that the more she explained, the worse it got, so she simply stopped dwelling on the matter. Since she was already here, she didn't need to explain anymore.
Looking around, she had an idea of where to stay tonight.
"I want to sleep here with you for one night."
Fu Zichen choked slightly, and some of the water in the teacup spilled onto the ground: "Did I hear correctly?"
"You heard me right, but you're overthinking it. I'm just staying here for the night," she paused and said seriously, "It's not what you think."
He smiled, took out a tissue and wiped the water droplets on the ground.
Mu Xin pursed her lips and couldn't help but think that he was a pervert. He was still as mysophobic as before and would wipe up even a drop of water that fell on the ground.
He threw the tissue into the trash can and said to her, "I remember you also asked me to stay overnight before, but you ended up sleeping with me."
“…”
Mu Xin held her forehead with her hand. Is it necessary for this person to speak so bluntly?
In the past, she was indeed very unrestrained. After being with her dear senior Fu, she was extremely happy and didn't care about being reserved at all.
She was the one who took the initiative to confess her love. She was the one who held hands with them for the first time, hugged them for the first time, and kissed them for the first time after they fell in love. Of course, this also included the tasting of the forbidden fruit.
Mu Xin always felt regretful later, thinking that she was not calm enough at the time. Why couldn't she wait a little longer and let him take the initiative first?
That way he wouldn't laugh at her for being unreserved the moment he brought it up.
But in fact, if she is given another chance, she will still take the initiative to do those things.
Because I don’t want to waste any time on psychological tug-of-war, if I want to kiss, I will kiss. Why bother about who goes first and who goes later?
And since when did she stop being the proactive one?
After loving recklessly, she ended up being hurt all over. Now she has become a real coward.
I am afraid of love and don’t want to take another step out of the safe zone.
But she was still very straightforward. "So, do you agree or not?"
Fu Zichen looked at her and said word by word: "I disagree, unless you tell me why you don't sleep in the same room with your husband."
Mu Xin heard the teasing and sarcasm in his tone. He deliberately emphasized the word "husband", which actually confirmed that her marriage with He Yiming was in name only. And now, he wanted her to admit it in person.
"He drank too much. The champagne was so good that he drank more than half of it by himself. He snores when he drinks too much, which disturbs my sleep."
Fu Zichen stood up, bent down and approached her, and encircled her on the sofa.
"And then you went to sleep in another man's room?" He had a smile on his face, looking a little wicked. "And this man was your ex-boyfriend. You slept with him the day before."
Mu Xin bit her lip and glared at him, her face burning.
She realized how poor her excuse was, and Fu Zichen seemed to enjoy seeing how embarrassed and unable she was.
"Fu Zichen, how much more embarrassed do you want me to be before you stop?"
"I just want to hear the truth from you."
Mu Xin stared at him for a few seconds, pushed him away, and walked out the door.
But Fu Zichen held her hand and sighed, "Alright, I won't force you to say it, can't I? You're so stubborn and want to save face that you're suffering. When will you change this bad habit?"
Mu Xin sat back on the sofa.
Fu Zichen patted the double sofa where he was sitting.
Mu Xin immediately hid backwards.
He smiled and said, "I didn't ask you to come over, I said you should sleep here tonight."
Mu Xin pursed her lips awkwardly. It seemed like her thoughts were a little impure now?
"Yes, sure." Mu Xin replied unnaturally.
Fu Zichen shook his head helplessly, stood up and walked towards the bedroom.
After a while, he brought the quilt and pillow over and placed them in her arms first, "Hold it, I'll help you make the quilt."
Then Fu Zichen helped her carefully spread the thin mattress, without even a wrinkle.
Mu Xin hugged the pillow and watched him make the bed for her, her eyes feeling sore.
If he hadn't gotten sick, if those things hadn't happened in between, they would have been married now, and he would have been a considerate and good husband.
Just as she was looking at Fu Zichen in a trance, he suddenly turned around and asked: "Why are you looking at me with such affection? Do you want to sleep with me?"
Mu Xin picked up the pillow and threw it at him: "You are so beautiful."
Fu Zichen put the pillow he threw at her on the sofa, and then came to take her quilt. Mu Xin thought that this man was going to do something to her, so she held the quilt tightly and refused to let go.
Fu Zichen loosened the quilt, stood up in front of her, and poked her forehead with his finger: "I'm helping you make the bed, can you think of something else?"
"I'm afraid you'll lose your bestial nature!"
"Since you said that you like He Yiming, don't like me, and don't want to get back together with me, I won't force you."
Mu Xin examined his face and she could tell that Fu Zichen was serious.
But what about her?
She said one thing and meant another. She still liked Fu Zichen, but she was afraid of the rope after being bitten once...so she didn't dare to admit it.
"I'm going to sleep now. I have things to do tomorrow morning. I won't bother with you anymore."
After saying that, Fu Zichen walked to the bedroom. Mu Xin heard him get into bed and quickly turned off the lights.
Mu Xin was left alone in the living room, in a state of confusion and worry.
Fu Zichen deliberately kept his distance from her, which was exactly what she wanted. What was there to be disappointed about?
Mu Xin also turned off the lights and lay quietly on the sofa, trying not to let her mind wander.
The wind started to blow outside during dinner, and it was already late at night and the wind was even stronger.
The howling northwest wind made the window frames tremble.
After this autumn wind, the weather should get colder.
Mu Xin wrapped herself in the warm quilt, closed her eyes and prepared to fall asleep.
But after thinking for a while, she opened her eyes again and sighed.
The scent of Fu Zichen still lingered on the quilt, preventing her from falling asleep without any distractions.
It seems that no matter how much time has passed, people's memory of taste is difficult to erase.
She remembered the smell of Fu Zichen, a very special, light fragrance that she had found pleasant since the first time she smelled it.
I heard that everyone has their own smell, and when people meet someone they like, their sense of smell will react first.
Before a person realizes that he or she likes someone, his or her nose has already liked that person's smell.
Mu Xin buried her face in the quilt again, breathing in his scent, feeling like she was lying in his arms.
She remembered that every winter, when her hands and feet were cold, Fu Zichen would cover them for her. When she went to bed at night, she would feel cold, so he would let her put her legs on his stomach and hold them close to hers.
Later, Fu Zichen started to drag her out for morning jogging. After running for half a year, her hands and feet were no longer cold, and she no longer suffered from dysmenorrhea.
After the breakup, she was too lazy to even go out, let alone go for a run.
Her hands and feet gradually became cold again, and after the miscarriage, she suffered from dysmenorrhea again.
Sometimes she felt that when Fu Zichen left, her health and fortune also left with him.
Thinking of this, she suddenly stuck her head out from under the quilt again. What was she thinking about?
Why do I start to miss it?
She sat up suddenly, clutching the quilt, thinking angrily that it must be the quilt's problem. The quilt had his body odor on it, and covering herself with the quilt would remind her of the past.
If this goes on, I probably won’t be able to sleep tonight.
Mu Xin left the sofa with the quilt in her arms and walked into Fu Zichen's bedroom...
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