Chapter 38 The Fragrant Half-Ripe Mulberries
After taking a shower, Sangfu came out of the bathroom and lay down in bed.
After turning off the last light, she shrank into the darkness, closed her eyes, and wrapped herself tightly with the quilt. When her body became warm, Sangfu's eyelashes trembled and she opened her eyes without any sleepiness.
I looked at the time and it was only ten o'clock.
I guess it's because I've been staying up late recently, so I can't fall asleep even though I want to go to bed early.
Sang Fu opened her phone and browsed the social media platform, then left the page out of boredom and sent a message to Sheng Weiyao: [Are you asleep?]
Sheng Weiyao replied immediately: [What do you think?]
[At this time, my nightlife is just beginning.]
Sanfu: Where are you?
Sheng Weiyao: [On the bed.]
She added: "I was just playing with my phone, don't think too much."
Sang Fu hadn't thought about anything else at first, but after the words came out, she couldn't help but think about it, so she paused for a long time before replying: "Okay."
Sheng Weiyao: [That’s not right.]
Sheng Weiyao: [Shouldn't you come to see me at this time? Don't you still have a new book to write?]
Sang Fu said honestly: [The manuscript was submitted today.]
As soon as the message was sent out, Sheng Weiyao's voice call came right after.
"Congratulations," Sheng Weiyao said cheerfully, and it was obvious that she was genuinely happy for her. "We'll treat you to a meal some other day so we can celebrate."
Sang Fu smiled, her eyes curved softly, and she replied softly, "Tomorrow is fine. But I'll treat you. I haven't finished the ten meals I promised you last time."
"I completely forgot. I was just joking with you at the time. Why should we bother with so much?" Sheng Weiyao stuffed a few peeled grapes into her mouth, her voice a little slurred. "Then let's meet tomorrow at your own time."
Sang Fu was about to say yes, but before she could open her mouth, she suddenly heard a distant, unfamiliar voice coming from the other end of the phone: "Baby, do you like the lime flavor? I only bought this kind today."
Sheng Weiyao was probably so frightened that her breathing became irregular. She lowered her voice and said, "Damn it, could you please be quieter?"
Sanfu: "..."
No matter how naive or innocent she is, she just lacks experience and knows basic common sense and what she should know.
But to be honest, she didn't understand the "lime flavor" at first because she was not exposed to it in her daily life.
A few years ago, Sheng Weiyao talked to her about sexual openness late at night and mentioned the various types and choices of condoms.
Sang Fu was so sleepy at the time that she vaguely heard Sheng Weiyao mention something like "lime flavor" and "strawberry flavor." She thought it was some brand of chocolate and asked, "Is it delicious?"
Sheng Weiyao was petrified for a long time, not realizing she had misunderstood. After a half-minute struggle between her conscience and her desires, she forcibly rationalized Sang Fu's question and then reluctantly replied, "...If you really want to eat it, you can."
Later, I realized it was a misunderstanding. Sheng Weiyao patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, fortunately, I thought you had such a wild style."
I vaguely heard the boy being chased to the living room by Sheng Weiyao. When it got quieter there, Sang Fu asked her, "Weiyao, are you in a relationship?"
No wonder he had to explain it at the beginning, it turned out to be "a guilty conscience".
"Right..." Sheng Weiyao explained awkwardly, "This is my junior. He just said he wanted to have a relationship, so he confessed to me, and then we confirmed our relationship. I happened to see those things online at the time, so I didn't tell you."
Sheng Weiyao often surfs the Internet and pays close attention to Sang Fu's affairs, so she also saw the explosive post from the marketing account.
Although it did not cause much stir, Sheng Weiyao still went to Sang Fu to confirm it the next day. Under such circumstances, Sheng Weiyao was too embarrassed to tell Sang Fu about her relationship.
Sanfu said, "Oh," "It's okay."
She fumbled with the edge of her phone case. In the past, the conversation would have ended there, but tonight, she was silent for a moment, then asked the other party for no apparent reason: "What does it feel like to be in love?"
"Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"
"A little curious."
"I've talked about this so many times, and this is the first time you've asked me this question."
Sheng Weiyao's tone was very lazy.
"But I can't really put it into words, but I just felt a tingling sensation inside, which was quite pleasant."
She's not a fool, that's why she keeps talking.
In two days, Sheng Weiyao will have winter vacation. Her boyfriend is not from Lincheng, and she is afraid that she will be locked up at home and unable to leave for a month if she goes back. So she has been staying with her boyfriend these days.
Sangfu did not disturb their rare time together. She chatted briefly for a few minutes and then hung up the phone considerately.
The screen switches back to the WeChat interface as the voice call ends.
Sang Fu felt a little sleepy and was about to turn off her phone to go to sleep, but the next moment she stopped.
She moved her finger down two spaces and clicked into one of the chat boxes.
The message from two hours ago is still hanging there.
[You can reply "Goodnight."]
[Just consider it as a supplement for me.]
Sanfu: [But it’s not time to go to bed yet.]
The last message was sent by Zhuang Mowen.
[Then wait until you are ready to go to bed and tell me.]
My eyelids feel heavy and I feel sleepy.
Sang Fu pursed her lips, propped herself up, thought for a moment, and then carefully typed a few words on the keyboard.
Sanfu: [I'm going to sleep, good night.]
…
The shooting was proceeding in an orderly manner as planned. Sangfu found a suitable time and returned to Jinyuan.
After being away for another half a month, Sang Fu was afraid that Chuyi would not recognize her, so she called out "Chuyi" as soon as she entered the entrance.
Chuyi came trotting over from a distance, wagging his tail.
Aunt Zhao brought the hot meal to the table, untied her apron, and said with a smile, "Your return today is quite unfortunate. Mr. Zhuang has been away on business for several days and is not in Jinyuan."
"He told me."
She also told Zhuang Mowen in advance about her return this time.
Sang Fu changed into slippers and entered the house, then went to the cupboard to find food for Chuyi. "I'll only be staying for a few days, and I might have to leave again."
Aunt Zhao sighed, "You and Mr. Zhuang are newly married, but you don't even see each other every day. It must be hard."
Sangfu tore the dog strips open and squeezed out the liquid for Chuyi, who licked it clean in two or three licks.
Normally, Aunt Zhao rarely teased them and they always did their own job. At this moment, Aunt Zhao probably couldn't help but say something, but she didn't know how to respond.
Sangfu just smiled and didn't answer.
Chuyi has nests downstairs and upstairs, but most of the time he sleeps in Zhuang Mowen's bedroom. Today, Zhuang Mowen is not at home, and when Sang Fu returned to the room, she let him in out of pity.
She brought its nest downstairs over and carefully placed it next to her bed. Before going to sleep, she squatted down and stroked its big ears, "You have to be good."
Chuyi rubbed her palm as if to give a promise.
But in the early hours of the morning, Sangfu was suddenly awakened by the sound of footsteps.
She sat up drowsily, her vision blurry. She leaned over to turn on the light and saw Chuyi running back to her from the door, unable to hide his anxiety.
"Do you need to go to the bathroom?"
Sang Fu was not in the situation. She looked at Chuyi and said softly, "But I took you out today."
Chuyi called out softly twice, then ran to sit at the door and looked back at her.
Sanfu threw back the quilt and got out of bed. She walked over slowly, trying to understand its meaning with her newly awakened brain, "Do you want to go out?"
She opened the door, and Chuyi got up and went out as expected.
Maybe he feels a bit stuffy in the room and wants to go out and play.
Sang Fu didn't think much about it. She wanted to go back to sleep. As soon as she turned over, the leg of her pajamas was hooked by something. She looked down and found that she was bitten by Chuyi.
Even though she knew Chuyi's habits, her heart tightened after being chased by a dog before.
However, Chuyi had no intention of hurting her. Instead, he bit her trouser leg and pulled it back.
Do you want her to go out too?
Sangfu followed Chuyi out of the room in confusion, and Chuyi let go of her and walked forward.
He looked back every few steps, afraid that she would not catch up.
The lights in the corridor were a little dim. Sang Fu followed Chuyi in confusion until she turned the corner and went downstairs. The next moment, a familiar figure came into her sight.
Zhuang Mowen stood next to the clothes rack, where a long coat was already hanging, and underneath it was a very formal gray suit.
Hearing the voice, Zhuang Mowen paused in untying his tie, raised his eyes, and his gaze fell on her, a trace of astonishment flashed across his face.
"Why are you up?"
Sang Fu was sleepy, her fair cheeks flushed from deep sleep. She probably didn't expect him to come home at this time. She came downstairs wearing only printed pajamas. Her hair was a little messy, with a few unruly strands sticking up on top of her head.
So cute.
Sanfu turned around for a while before she found the clock on the wall.
Two o'clock in the morning.
"It was Chuyi who brought me down here."
The voice was soft and continuous, like a feather passing by.
"Did you just get off the plane?"
She finally understood why Chuyi woke up. It turned out that he heard the sound of Zhuang Mowen returning home.
"The last lecture is over, so I might as well come back early."
As he spoke, Zhuang Mowen turned his wrist and casually pulled off his tie. He lowered his eyes and continued to unbutton his suit jacket. "Did Chuyi sleep in your room today?"
Sanfu nodded.
"But since you're back, you might as well let it sleep with you."
Zhuang Mowen glanced at Chuyi. Chuyi was quite spirited, circling around him. "Isn't he listening?"
"No," said Sanfu.
Chuyi hadn't made a sound since she turned off the lights and had been sleeping soundly. As for what had just happened, she could understand it now.
"Because no matter what, Chuyi is still your puppy."
Zhuang Mowen picked up the briefcase beside him, turned around and walked towards her.
After taking off his suit jacket, he was left with only a shirt on his upper body.
Beneath the fabric, the lines of his arms were faintly visible, and unlike the black shirt he wore when we first met, the white shirt accentuated his gentle and refined demeanor.
"It's ours now." He stopped in front of her, paused, and said helplessly, "Sangfu, you don't have to be so clear with me about everything."
Sang Fu frowned slightly, as if she didn't understand, but still replied: "...Okay."
She has beautiful eyebrows, which are thin and delicate, and the edges at the end of the eyebrows are fluffy, which you can tell is natural.
Zhuang Mowen's gaze dropped from the end of her eyebrows down to her eyes.
He hesitated to speak, and finally said softly, "Go to bed."
She nodded.
Zhuang Mowen took a step and was about to go upstairs. The next second, he heard a small scream from his ear, and Sang Fu's figure swayed and almost jumped over.
Zhuang Mowen quickly stepped back half a step to catch her, leaving some space so that she wouldn't be hit directly and hurt.
"What's wrong?"
He lowered his head, but could only see Sanfu's black hair. Sanfu buried her head, gently resting it on his chest, and no expression could be seen.
She just held his arms tightly with both hands, and Zhuang Mowen's sleeves were wrinkled, but she remained silent.
Zhuang Mowen asked her again, "Are you okay?"
She nodded, still not moving.
The sweet fragrance of her hair drifted gently towards him. Zhuang Mowen didn't ask any more questions, nor did he make any other moves, but just let her lean on him. She was very small in front of him, and with one hand in his arms, only softness remained.
After a few seconds, he heard her muffled voice: "...Chuyi bit my pants and pulled me out. Just now, it rubbed against me, and I thought it was going to bite me again."
Zhuang Mowen: "..."
He laughed: "Is that so?"
"First day of the new year, sit down."
Chuyi obeyed the instructions and finally stopped running around beside them and sat down obediently.
"Okay," he patted her on the back, "I'll take it away later."
Sangfu nodded, but for some reason, she still didn't move.
Zhuang Mowen's smile faded a little, and his brows frowned slightly: "Did you sprain your ankle? Or..."
He lowered his eyes and paused.
The tip of Sanfu's ear was half hidden in her hair, and he didn't notice when it turned red.
A few more seconds passed.
She finally slowly withdrew from his arms, turned her back, covered her face, and squatted down slowly and stiffly.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I just feel so embarrassed."
I've been familiar with Chuyi for a few months, but I can still be scared like this.
Zhuang Mowen: "..."
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The author has something to say: Xiao Fu: During those two minutes of being motionless, there was no shyness at all, it was all a struggle for face.
I really want them to kiss... soon, soon, they will be able to kiss
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