Chapter 16: Raw Mulberries "My sleeping posture is okay."...
Sang Fu had no choice but to sit down on the bed first. Lin Ling was slightly taller than her, and her pajamas looked a little loose on her.
She pulled the quilt high over her chest and leaned against the headboard.
The sound of water running in the bathroom woke her up from all sleepiness.
She was stunned for a while before turning on her cell phone.
Sheng Weiyao sent her a message to complain about the heavy rain, which forced her to cancel her travel plans for tomorrow.
Sang Fu replied absentmindedly. Sheng Weiyao knew her and could sense the slightest bit of something wrong. She quickly asked her what was wrong, and Sang Fu said it was nothing.
It's always hard for her to talk about this kind of thing.
Sheng Weiyao: [Okay, if you have any problems, don't keep them to yourself. I'm here for you.]
Sang Fu felt warm inside and sent a "hug" bunny emoji back. After turning off her phone, she suddenly had another thought: if she had fallen asleep before Zhuang Mowen came out, would she feel better?
She snuggled under the covers and forced herself to close her eyes.
The next moment, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped abruptly.
Sanfu couldn't sleep anymore.
Hearing the door open, she opened her eyes and looked back.
Zhuang Mowen came out wearing autumn long-sleeved pajamas. His hair was half-dried, and his jet-black hair was a little messy, covering his heroic eyebrows.
When he turned around, he paused as if he had not expected that Sangfu was still awake.
In fact, at first glance, it was almost impossible to find Sang Fu's figure. She was thin to begin with, and only a thin piece of her body was bulged in the quilt. She was wrapped tightly, with only her white forehead and a pair of distinct black and white almond eyes showing through the quilt.
She stared at him from a distance.
Seeing him looking at her, she didn't move, and seemed very calm, except that her eyelashes seemed to tremble slightly.
"Are you a good sleeper?"
In the silence, Sang Fu suddenly asked this question from afar. Her voice was muffled by the quilt, not so crisp, but rustling, like the gradually fading rain tonight.
Zhuang Mowen paused and was about to speak.
“It doesn’t matter if it’s not good.”
Sanfu closed her eyes and spoke magnanimously. She seemed to have comforted herself and murmured to herself, "If we two sleep together, it shouldn't be too crowded."
A moment after she finished speaking, there seemed to be subtle footsteps approaching slowly, and then Zhuang Mowen's voice rang out: "...It's okay."
Sangfu looked at him: "Hmm?"
The moment she opened her eyes, Zhuang Mowen's figure happened to stop by the bed.
"My sleeping posture is okay."
He stood against the light, which blurred his expression and dimmed the gentleness between his brows. Perhaps because he was standing, when he looked down at her, his condescending expression inevitably carried a sense of oppression.
Sanfu turned her eyes away and looked at the pillow in front of her: "That's even better."
Zhuang Mowen said "hmm".
Out of the corner of her eye, Sang Fu felt him take another step closer, and Zhuang Mowen leaned down, as if to lift the quilt.
"that……"
Her head felt like a taut string. Sang Fu gritted her teeth and sat up suddenly. Zhuang Mowen's downward movement was suspended in mid-air, and he turned his head to look at her.
Sanfu also felt a little uncomfortable.
"What's wrong?" Zhuang Mowen asked in a warm voice.
She had been lying in the quilt for a long time and turned over several times, her usually neat hair was rubbed into a mess. Looking at her expression, her face was serious.
After hesitating for a moment, she asked, "Can we each have our own quilt?"
Zhuang Mowen looked at her for a moment, as if in deep thought. After a while, he said, "I guess so."
What is that?
Before Sang Fu could figure it out, she saw Zhuang Mowen not withdrawing but lifting the quilt on his side. Sang Fu was confused, but she instinctively shrank back into the quilt and moved a few inches in the opposite direction while wrapped in it.
Her view was half blocked by the quilt. After a few seconds, it seemed that no one lay down. Sang Fu raised her hand and pulled down the edge of the quilt, and saw Zhuang Mowen standing there without moving, only his hand was pulled out of the quilt.
In his palm, he was still holding the cell phone that had been pressed under the quilt at some point.
As if noticing her gaze, Zhuang Mowen looked over. He paused slightly and straightened up. He must have understood what she had misunderstood through her words and actions. Zhuang Mowen said slowly, "I'll sleep in the guest room tonight. You can rest."
"..." Sang Fu's hands were still on the quilt, maintaining the posture of peeking just now. It is true that Zhuang Mowen's words were like a stone hanging high in her heart that was lifted in an instant, but...
"Won't you be discovered?"
Looking at her worried face, Zhuang Mowen said vaguely, "I'm afraid I can't say for sure."
Sanfu sighed: "...Then you should stay."
"I'm just kidding." Seeing her seriousness, Zhuang Mowen smiled. "Just lock the door, and they won't come over to disturb you. They know you're not feeling well."
"I'll go over when they fall asleep."
Zhuang Mowen had no objection and was confident that he wouldn't be discovered. Sang Fu had even less objection. She nodded: "Then you now..."
Zhuang Mowen said, "I might need to use the computer for a while. Are you in a hurry to rest?"
"No rush." Sanfu said, "I sleep late, I told you."
"I remember." Zhuang Mowen replied.
In the following time, Zhuang Mowen worked at his desk. Occasionally, the sound of keyboard tapping could be heard, but it was not harsh.
The long night after the rain was deep and peaceful. The bedroom soon became quiet. Sangfu lay in the quilt, looking out the window and could only vaguely make out some vague outlines of the night.
The tip of my nose rubbed against the soft fabric, and a faint fragrance lingered.
Lin Ling said during dinner that the quilt had just been washed and would be taken out to dry in the sun every time.
So Sangfu wasn't quite sure which brand of laundry detergent or soap the smell came from. Maybe it was just a strange smell that she had magnified. In short, the faint smell was very pleasant.
My whole body relaxed and I felt sleepy before I knew it.
Her eyes were half closed and half open, and her gaze slowly moved away from the window. Zhuang Mowen's figure came into view. His back was straight, and the light reflected from the computer screen made her vision even more hazy.
Sang Fu originally wanted to wait until Zhuang Mowen left before going to sleep, but after struggling for a while, she couldn't resist anymore and closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
…
When Sangfu woke up, she was still a little dazed.
After sitting up and being dazed for a while, she slowly came to her senses.
It rained heavily last night, so she and Zhuang Mowen stayed overnight.
The room was dimly lit. Sangfu subconsciously turned her head to see if the sky had cleared, but she found that the curtains that were open last night had been tightly drawn up at some point.
No wonder the light is so dim.
She got out of bed, opened the curtains and looked out. The sky was bright and cloudless. But Lin City was still damp, and through the window she could almost smell the fragrant, moist earth.
After Sang Fu finished washing up and changing her clothes, she was about to go out when she bumped into Lin Ling, who was coming up from downstairs with a cup of something unknown in his hand. "Xiao Fu, you're awake."
Sang Fu said "hmm" and politely said good morning to Lin Ling.
Lin Ling walked downstairs with her, smiling broadly. "I just happened to come look for you. Why didn't you tell us you had a cold? I cooked some candied pears for you. I was going to make them for you last night, but Mo Wenfei said you were asleep..."
From a distance, Sang Fu met Zhuang Mowen's gaze as he sat at the dining table downstairs. She remained calm and agreed with him, "I went to bed early yesterday, but I felt much better after waking up."
Sang Fu was feeling a little guilty at first, but after seeing Lin Ling and Zhuang Kang's reactions, she felt relieved as they really hadn't discovered anything.
After dinner, in order not to reject Lin Ling's kindness, Sang Fu tried hard to drink a bowl of rock sugar and snow pear soup, which was hot and sweet.
In the past, when she had a cough and her parents were not at home, she stubbornly refused to take medicine, so her aunt would cook candied pears for her.
Eat a few meals and it will be fine.
After sitting for a while, Zhuang Mowen and Sang Fu returned at ten o'clock in the morning.
As soon as she entered the house, Chuyi pounced on her. Sangfu was not used to his enthusiasm and took a step back, unable to resist. Chuyi was completely unaware and still happily circled around her, wagging his tail.
Zhuang Mowen parked the car and came over. Seeing Sang Fu looking at Chu Yi, who was particularly fawning, with a confused look on her face, he said, "No one has been home to take care of it since last night. It's been hungry all night."
“…” Turns out the reason was so simple and unpretentious.
But it is true that they went to the farmer's house after feeding him yesterday afternoon. It was raining so heavily and Aunt Zhao couldn't come, and it's almost noon now.
And in order to prevent it from stealing food, the canned dog food at home is placed in a very high cabinet, which it can't reach at all.
I guess he was starving.
"Is that so?" Sang Fu hurried over and filled a bowl with food for it, then opened a can. She squatted down, looked at Chuyi who was wolfing down his food, and said gently, "Eat slowly, Chuyi."
Sheng Weiyao originally planned to attend a meet-and-greet event of a popular celebrity over the weekend, but it rained and she missed the high-speed train. Now she is so angry that she is cursing at home and even posted a complaint on her Moments.
Sang Fu saw it, silently gave a thumbs up, then packed up and went out to her house.
So when Sheng Weiyao opened the door, she saw Sang Fu, who was struggling to carry large and small bags of snacks and drinks, and was greeting her with a smile.
"Don't be unhappy."
Sheng Weiyao was almost moved to tears.
"Fufu," she whimpered as she went to pick up something, feeling so heavy that she sank down. "I'll never call you stupid or unromantic again. You are the best person in the world!"
At her feet, Xiaoguai stretched out his head to rub against Sangfu, and Sangfu touched his head and said, "I'm sorry, Xiaoguai, I didn't bring you anything delicious."
The two of them sat in the rental house, eating snacks slowly, and Sheng Weiyao also came out of her sad mood. In fact, her emotions came and went quickly, and sometimes she herself did not take them seriously, but Sang Fu would take them very seriously.
"Let's not talk about me anymore. What about you? What happened to you last night? I asked one thing, and you answered another. I asked which of the two long skirts looked better, and you said the short one."
Sang Fu looks dull, but actually her flaws are obvious.
"..." Sang Fu said: "Nothing."
Sheng Weiyao narrowed her eyes: "Hmm?"
Sang Fu thought about it and realized that the incident was in the past. Besides, they didn’t really sleep in the same bed, so it shouldn’t matter if she told Sheng Weiyao about it.
She summarized it briefly.
Sheng Weiyao: "Oh my god."
Sanfu wondered, "What's so reliable about this?"
Sheng Weiyao said "Hi", "I'm used to it."
"But Professor Zhuang is quite the gentleman. He didn't take advantage of you," Sheng Weiyao said with a sigh. "If this had followed the plot of those marriage-first, love-later novels I've read, you two would have been sleeping together, inseparable even if a god came. Who knows, you might even...$&%@"
What are you connecting with?
Sang Fu couldn't bear to listen any longer. She covered her mouth with a frown and kept saying, "Okay, okay."
Sheng Weiyao shut up. She devoured the potato chips on the table with a grunt. As she ate, she tilted her head to look at Sang Fu, who was quietly sitting beside her. "Fu Fu."
"Um?"
"Tell me, are you really going to divorce Professor Zhuang once the contract terms are met?"
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The author has something to say: Red envelopes, red envelopes~
Second editor: I accidentally posted it! I originally wanted to schedule it after midnight [explosive crying][explosive crying][explosive crying] babies, I should update it after midnight tomorrow.
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