Chapter 27 09.02 / Fiancée I hope we can still...
No one knew what kind of fabric the quilt in Fan Tingnian's bedroom was made of, but it was soft, light, and close to the skin, like a large ball of soft cotton. The same was true of the mattress beneath them. Chu Song and Fan Tingnian looked at each other, and for a moment their consciousness became distracted, and they wanted to stay trapped in this bed forever.
But that's just physical impulse, not reality.
She stared at Fan Tingnian for a few seconds, her body involuntarily stepping back, trying to figure out what was going on.
"We..." She felt her voice was a little hoarse, as if she had been forced to make many sounds last night.
The bed was very big, but even if she moved back further, she couldn't be too far away from Fan Tingnian.
The man supported his head with one hand, lying on his side on the bed. He watched her move backward for two seconds, but seemed to know that no matter how she retreated, she would not be out of his sight, so he didn't care much and raised his eyes.
He raised his hand and brushed her lower lip with his thumb, slowly saying, "You cried at the end yesterday."
He gazed deeply into her green eyes, recalling, "She cried beautifully."
Chu Song took a deep breath, his right hand still holding the quilt, his voice trembling slightly: "We really..."
"Yes." The man answered her directly in a pleasant and magnetic voice.
Although his voice was gentle, his eyes were so focused on her that they held a hint of coldness, giving off a feeling of "If you don't admit it, I'll strangle you to death right now."
Chu Song took another breath. There were indeed fragmented images in her mind, but they could not be strung together into a whole thread. She pinched the corner of the quilt tightly, trying to clear her chaotic mind and sort out her thoughts.
But seeing her silence, Fan Tingnian thought that she remembered what happened last night and was fulfilling her promise to have a good relationship with him. He reached out with his right arm and finally took the person who was away from him into his arms, making the two of them just like when they just fell asleep - tightly fitted and stuck together.
Fan Tingnian's thumb brushed across her chin and lips: "First in bed, then in the bathroom, and finally in the bathtub."
He lowered his head and gently rubbed her ear with the side of his face, saying in a hoarse voice: "You cry the best in the bathtub, I like it very much."
Chu Song has a slender frame, so even though her shoulders and arms are fleshy, she doesn't look fat at all. Instead, her skin is white and has a kind of tenderness that makes her sexy. When a man hugs her, he can hold her completely in his arms.
He twisted her earlobe with his fingertips and said in a light voice, "So this is what making love is like. Do you like it? I want it again tonight."
Chu Song's body trembled. It was the first time she heard Fan Tingnian speak so many words in one breath.
She had been awake for a while, and her brain finally started to work. She put her hand on his shoulder and pushed him away a little: "Fan Ting...Mr. Fan,"
The man's eyes darkened, and compared to just now, his expression became colder, and his tone was as cold as his face: "I don't like this title."
The alcohol from the previous night was still being digested, and Chu Song's solar plexus was a little sore, so he could only go along with him and ask, "What do you like?"
He looked stern and seemed to think for a moment before speaking slowly, "How do you people outside call your partners?"
His words and actions were often different from those of ordinary people, so Chu Song didn't pay special attention to the meaning of "partner" in his words.
She rubbed her temples with her index finger and answered casually: "Husband, wife, dear, baby..."
"I want the first one."
“What?” Chu Song didn’t hear clearly.
Fan Tingnian's eyes swept over her face and he began to observe her again. He thought Chu Song didn't like this name and frowned. After a moment, he changed his words: "Then the second one."
Chu Song recalled their previous conversation and understood what he meant, but there were so many servants around her, as well as Sophie and Wan Ting, so how could she possibly call him that?
"No...I can't call you that."
The man seemed even more unhappy than before: "Who do you want to call that?"
Chu Song felt that she had been confused by him. The two of them should not be lying in bed discussing such topics. She stretched her arm out from under the quilt, wanting to touch a piece of clothing to put on and get up first.
Fan Tingnian seemed to see her intention. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, locking her in his arms. He said in a low voice, "What are you doing?"
"Wash up, I want to get out of bed and wash up." Chu Song's voice was still hoarse from not having been in water for a long time.
"I'll hold you."
The dark grey silk quilt cover was lifted, and the man stepped out of the bed with his long legs, picked up the woman in his arms and walked towards the bathroom.
He was wearing a pair of trousers with the drawstring hanging casually at his waist, stuck above his hips. A very clear mermaid line extended from both sides of his lower abdomen into the waistband.
The room was brightly lit by the sunlight at the foot of the bed. Chu Song's cheeks flushed and he pointed to the ground: "Clothes, give me a piece of clothing..."
Fan Tingnian glanced at her sideways, then changed his posture to holding her with one hand, with his forearm under her hips. When he passed by the clothes thrown on the carpet, he bent down and picked up one of his nightgowns.
A few seconds later, they walked to the bathroom, put Chu Song down, and let her step barefoot on his feet.
He was tall, and in this position, Chu Song's head could only barely brush his chin.
He held his bathrobe in his right hand and raised his hand to her. Although he didn't say anything, it was obvious that he meant to raise his hand.
The light in the bathroom was brighter. There was a huge glass mirror next to where Fan Tingnian was holding her. She just glanced at it and could see clear kiss marks on her body, as well as scratches on Fan Tingnian's upper body that seemed to have been caused by her.
Her ears were burning, so she leaned forward and raised her arms. Fan Tingnian held her arms and helped her put on her bathrobe.
Halfway through putting on her clothes, Chu Song suddenly remembered something and said with difficulty, her ears red: "Was it useful yesterday..."
"We used it," the man kissed the side of her cheek, "three in a box, we opened two boxes."
"Six?" she was surprised.
He lifted her chin, hooked her and kissed her: "Finally, there is only one left, and you said you can't stand it."
Chu Song was actually quite surprised to find something like this in his room. Perhaps because her expression of confusion was too obvious, Fan Tingnian noticed and explained, "It's in the storage room next door."
Chu Song thought of the two storage rooms that were like treasure houses. Many things would be there even if they were not used, so it was not surprising to have them.
Ten minutes later, the two came out of the bathroom again, and Chu Song was still in Fan Tingnian's arms.
She struggled and patted his shoulder: "Put me down, please..."
The man glanced down at her, and after a few steps, he put her on the soft big bed.
He propped his arms on the edge of the bed, pulling her under him. Chu Song subconsciously stepped onto the bed and backed away, his voice feigning calmness: "...What's wrong?"
Fan Tingnian looked at her without saying anything. His brown-green pupils were not as gloomy as usual because they were stained by the sunlight coming in from the window.
He put his left hand on her right hand and touched the base of her ring finger with the tip of his finger.
After measuring for a few seconds, he lowered his head and kissed her on the lips again, saying in a hoarse voice: "It's nothing, I'm very happy."
Chu Song calmed down: "I just checked the time, it's already past eleven o'clock. You didn't get up early to eat today. I'm afraid Aunt Sophie will call you, so I should go back first?"
It's almost noon now. His schedule today is so weird that it's hard for Wan Ting and the others not to call.
"They called this morning."
Chu Song's heart tightened, and he looked up: "What did you say?"
"I said I'm very sleepy and want to sleep a little longer." Fan Tingnian carefully observed the expression of the woman under him. He found that her tightly furrowed brows relaxed and she seemed to be relieved.
"Did Aunt Sophie call?"
"Yes, that's what I said. I don't want to go out, so they won't bother me."
"Well...but I still have work to do today, so I might have to leave first," Chu Song looked at him cautiously. "Your studio's design, the second set of components, needs to produce renderings in the next two days."
Chu Song: "And I'm hungry and want to have lunch..."
The man glanced down at her legs that were trying to get under the bed, then suddenly raised his eyes and casually pointed out her intentions: "You want to escape?"
Chu Song's heart skipped a beat, and he stopped moving his foot and swallowed.
Fan Tingnian's voice was too deep. She had never encountered such a situation before. The back of her head felt a little numb and she didn't know how to respond to his words.
He straightened up a little, as if to give her some space, but the two arms that supported her sides pulled inward, actually squeezing her tighter. "You want to hide away instead of speaking directly, because you think I won't agree with what you're saying now."
Chu Song's breathing became tight, and he swallowed: "No..."
Fan Tingnian glanced at the front of her neck: "You are swallowing your saliva, you are lying."
Chu Song didn't dare to move.
Fan Tingnian stared at her solemnly: "Do you remember what you said to me yesterday?"
Seeing Chu Song didn't move, he reminded: "You said you wanted to kiss me and have a relationship with me."
Chu Song took a deep breath. She remembered this sentence. After a few seconds, she inhaled again, crawled out from under the man's arm, and bent down to pick up her clothes from the carpet.
Seeing that the straps of her camisole were torn, her cheeks suddenly felt hot again. She agreed, "Yes, I have some impression, but it's already noon. We have to go to eat and work, right? We can't stay in the room all the time."
She picked up all the fallen clothes and turned to go to the bathroom to change, but was caught by Fan Tingnian. She could only bear the shame and take off her nightgown in front of him and quickly put on her own clothes.
"So I have to go back now and clean up."
Ten minutes later, she finally returned to her bedroom.
Before leaving, she saw the man look at her deeply, but seemed to let her go, temporarily believing her words and not chasing after her.
Chu Song's mind went blank, and he fell back, throwing himself on the bed.
She closed her eyes and began to rub her still swollen and painful temples. Before she could sort out her thoughts, the bedside phone rang and she got up to answer it.
Sophie's voice came out: "Chu Song, would you like to come over for lunch?"
Chu Song looked up at the clock on the wall. It was already past twelve o'clock, which was beyond the usual dinner time.
There was still some undigested wine in her stomach, and she really needed some time to calm down. She said to Sophie apologetically, "Aunt Sophie, I won't be having lunch yet. I'm a little busy."
"Okay, tell me when you come over."
Before she hung up the phone, she heard Sophie murmur on the other side: "Why didn't you come to eat today, and didn't even come to breakfast..."
Chu Song felt a little guilty, closed his eyes, and threw himself back onto the bed.
She stayed in her room until the afternoon, and at two o'clock she cleaned herself up, changed into a collared shirt to cover all traces, and went to the studio on the second floor.
She did not lie about this. When she was not helping Fan Tingnian apply plaster, she would come here to work.
Zhang Zhang hasn't come yet, only Xiao Ai is here.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Xiao Ai looked up and saw the shirt on her body. She was surprised: "Change clothes, this shirt is so beautiful."
Design jobs often require staying up late to edit drawings, and people are used to wearing comfortable and loose clothes, so few people like to wear formal shirts.
Chu Song lifted his collar and smiled guiltily, "Thank you."
Xiao Ai pushed the dessert on the table over and said, "It was just delivered from the restaurant on the second floor. They said it was Mr. Fan's request."
"Mr. Fan?" Chu Song mentioned him and recalled the scene of last night.
She remembered it in bits and pieces, but she just didn't remember the detailed conversations in between.
Xiao Ai nodded, picked up some cream with her fork and put it in her mouth. "He said he passed by the second floor and told the restaurant about it. He probably wanted to urge us to finish the manuscript quickly. After all, the renovation of the studio has been delayed for a long time."
As they were talking, Zhang Zhang also came in from outside. He was surprised to see the various desserts on the table. Xiao Ai explained it again.
Chu Song calmed himself down, pulled out a chair, and sat down in his seat.
In the afternoon, Xiao Ai needed to consult the relevant personnel in the technical department because of the extension and retraction problem of the smart display stand. However, the people in the technical department were working in another building and they might be busy. After sending the message for several minutes, Xiao Ai still had not received a response.
Chu Song glanced at her drawings and said, "I have a friend who also does this. I'll ask for you."
This question is very simple, it’s just that they are not professionals in this field and don’t understand it.
Xiao Ai's eyes lit up and she turned her head to look over: "Okay."
Chu Song opened his phone, found the competition group, took a photo of the design drawing and the questions circled by Xiao Ai, and sent it over, and tagged Duan Linsheng.
Duan Linsheng replied quickly, saying that he would take a look and send the modified data. After waiting for two minutes, he replied that Chu Song would take a screenshot and send it to Xiao Ai.
Xiao Ai swiped the screen to look at it for a few times, and after confirming, she compared and adjusted the data on the design drawing.
It was not until five o'clock in the afternoon that they put a temporary stop to their work and went out to eat with Xiao Ai and Zhang Zhang.
When they stood up, Xiao Ai asked Chu Song if she wanted to go. Chu Song still had some work to do, so she let them go first.
At a quarter past six, she finally checked the revised drawings, saved them, turned off the computer, stood up from her seat, and planned to go eat.
She hadn't eaten lunch and was indeed a little hungry now.
I just came out of the elevator on the second floor and saw Fan Tingnian standing in the corridor. He was standing in front of a room a few meters away from the elevator, leaning against the door frame and looking down at his mobile phone. I don’t know what he was looking at.
Hearing her movement, he raised his eyes and looked over, and then his gaze remained fixed on her, without moving away.
Chu Song unconsciously lifted her collar again. Two seconds later, when the elevator door was about to close again, she walked towards him.
The man turned the phone in his right hand, his eyes changed slightly, and he stood up a little straighter.
Chu Song walked over, and the man turned around and walked forward with her side by side.
She felt that the silence was a bit strange, but she really didn't know what to say. She returned to her room at noon, checked the marks on her body again, and looked in the mirror. They were all over her body from her lower back to her back.
And it was particularly obvious on the lower back, where he seemed to like to kiss and suck. The red mark there was darker than the others, and it was very noticeable on the fair skin.
The data chart that Duan Linsheng sent her in the afternoon was missing one, so Xiao Ai took a screenshot and sent it to her, asking her to help ask again. Because it was a small data in the entire big data chart, she couldn't ask the technical staff again, so she had to ask her again.
Chu Song was helping the two of them pass on a message.
After a few simple conversations, Duan Linsheng sent the missing data to her, and she forwarded it to Xiao Ai, but during these few sentences, she felt uneasy.
Fan Tingnian took half a step back, walked behind her, and kept looking at her.
After talking about the data, Duan Linsheng chatted a few words about the competition group. She replied hurriedly and ended the conversation.
In fact, we didn't talk much at all, just walked from the elevator to the middle of the corridor, but the voice of the man next to me sounded at this time.
"We're in love."
Chu Song felt that the way they were dating was a little weird, but she could remember that she was the one who said it first last night, so it seemed a little strange for her to deny it.
She quickly closed the dialog box to end the conversation and apologized: "Sorry."
The man next to her stared at her for three seconds: "I don't mind."
Chu Song didn't know what to say, so he could only hold his breath and say, "Thank you."
They were almost at the restaurant, but Chu Song was afraid that if he got any closer, Sophie would notice the obviously awkward atmosphere between them, so he subconsciously slowed down his pace.
The man behind him came up and approached from behind. He lowered his head slightly and said, "But since we are in love, I hope we can still sleep together today."
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