Chapter 46 Half-ripe mulberries "Let's start with a kiss, okay?"...
The sun shines through the window and slants onto the bed.
The girl's face was peaceful as she slept, her breathing was long and deep, and the room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Until the door was gently pushed open, the slight movement made the person on the bed turn over unconsciously.
The light fell on her smooth, porcelain-white cheeks. Her eyelashes trembled for a moment in the sunlight, and Sangfu slowly opened her sleepy eyes.
While my vision was still blurry, a huge dog face came up with a humming sound.
Sang Fu had a terrible headache, but Chuyi's touch made her laugh heartily. She sat up, looked around the familiar room, then lowered her head and said with a smile, "Chuyi, you opened my door again."
After playing with Chuyi for a while, she got out of bed and put on her slippers.
The pink roses on the bedside table exuded a sweet fragrance. Sang Fu leaned over and sniffed it. Her eyes became calm and the laziness in her body slowly dissipated.
She stretched, stood up and walked out.
The coat she wore last night was hanging on the hanger, and looking at her body, the sweater and long skirt she wore underneath were still there.
She had a clear memory of what happened yesterday, but after a good night's sleep and the effects of alcohol, she only had a few memories left.
It seemed like she had just exchanged a few words with Zhuang Mowen in the car, but as for what they said and what they did, it was as if someone had placed a deliberately shaking camera in her mind, and the picture was full of afterimages.
She seemed to have fallen asleep in the car. Did he take her back to her room and bed?
Sang Fu washed up and took a quick shower before going out. Her head was still aching. She wanted to search for some drinks suitable for after-drinking on her mobile phone, thinking of drinking something to relieve the pain. Just as she sat down, there was a knock on the door that Chuyi had pushed open.
Three tones, neither hurried nor slow.
At the door, Zhuang Mowen, handsome and elegant, came over with a few bowls of something.
"Awake? Good morning."
They had agreed to celebrate, but she ended up passing out halfway through and had to be dragged back by Zhuang Mowen. Sang Fu felt a little guilty, and as soon as her butt touched the sofa, she immediately stood up again.
"Good morning," she said, looking down, "What are these?"
"Ginger tea."
There was a pair of armchairs in front of the French window, and the light was excellent. Zhuang Mowen placed the things on the round table in the middle and said calmly, "And breakfast."
Sanfu followed and sat down: "Thank you."
Zhuang Mowen placed the spoon on the edge of the bowl and handed it to her. He chuckled, "You said that last night. Drink it."
last night.
How could she not remember?
Sang Fu was confused but didn't dare to ask, so she raised her hand to take it.
Chuyi sneaked over like a thief, stood up and clung to the table, sniffing here and there, his black eyes rolling around, as if he wanted to bury his head in her breakfast.
Fortunately, it wouldn't eat without a command, so Zhuang Mowen pushed it away to prevent it from drooling on the table.
Even after being pushed away, he kept humming with his ears drooping, looking pitiful.
If you don’t know, you might think it wasn’t given breakfast.
Zhuang Mowen withdrew his gaze from Chuyi, half-supporting his cheek, looking a little lazy, and continued to look at what was in front of him.
Sang Fu held the handle of the spoon, her hands fair and slender. She drank quietly, with only the sound of tea sloshing and porcelain scraping against each other.
He asked casually, "Do you remember what happened last night?"
The slight sound suddenly stopped.
Sanfu raised her eyes and was silent for a short while as if she was thinking. Then she shook her head and said, "I don't remember most of it."
"I've never been this drunk before," she said, feeling uneasy. "I don't know what I look like when I'm drunk. I hope I haven't caused you any trouble."
The last time she drank with Sheng Weiyao, she was only slightly tipsy. She thought she was at most that drunk, but she didn't expect she could even black out.
"Don't you remember?"
Zhuang Mowen's movements remained unchanged, but his smile spread silently. Perhaps it was human nature that was causing trouble. He said slowly, "It wasn't a problem, but do you remember when you got drunk, you touched me all over?"
The tea bowl landed on the wooden table with a muffled "clatter". She had already slowly drunk most of the bowl, so the tea did not spill.
Sangfu's expression was dazed, and she tightly gripped the edge of the bowl, as if she was shocked by his words and couldn't recover. "Really?"
Before Zhuang Mowen could speak, a strange sound suddenly came from the room. Sang Fu turned her head towards the source of the sound. When she saw the scene in front of her, she was immediately frightened:
"Chuyi! That's chocolate, you can't eat it!"
Chuyi fled from the crime scene - the bedside table - with an unopened bag of chocolates in his mouth.
Sangfu didn't have time to think about how it knew there was food there and opened the drawer accurately. Her mind was full of "dogs will die if they eat chocolate", so she hurried to catch it.
The matter is urgent and there is no time to waste. We can only arrest him first and talk about it later.
Chuyi had no idea that it was carrying a highly toxic poison. The more the two of them chased it, the more excited it became, and it soon jumped onto the sofa.
Sang Fu stood at one end of the sofa, her hands on her hips, panting, and exchanged glances with Zhuang Mowen across from her.
The two men approached separately and quietly, seizing the opportunity to pounce on him, and finally caught this round and agile guy.
Zhuang Mowen held it down and snatched the chocolate from the dog's mouth. It still had some sense and probably just wanted to play with it. The thin packaging stayed in its mouth for such a long time without being bitten through.
"Okay." He looked at Sang Fu. She was still holding Chuyi, as if afraid that it would run away. Zhuang Mowen raised the corner of his eyes slightly and pulled her hand away.
"You can let go now."
As soon as Sang Fu loosened her grip, her arms felt empty, and Chuyi slipped away like a loach.
She breathed a sigh of relief. "That was really thrilling. I'll never bring chocolate home again. I'm not afraid of anything..."
Turning her gaze back from Chuyi, Sangfu's voice gradually stopped.
When Chuyi was here, they didn't feel anything. But as soon as Chuyi left, there was no barrier between them.
Zhuang Mowen knelt on the sofa with one leg bent, half-supporting his body.
The space under him was originally Chuyi's place, but for some reason or when, it became hers.
The spicy ginger tea she had just drunk made her stomach hot. Sang Fu avoided the gaze from above her head and wanted to stand up, but Zhuang Mowen suddenly leaned down a few inches, supporting his other hand on her ear.
Suddenly they were very close, their breaths blending together.
"I haven't finished what I just said," he whispered, "Shouldn't you be responsible for me?"
Sang Fu's mind was in a mess, her pupils trembled slightly, and she was completely confused: "N- ...
Did she really touch him? Did she really grope him? Could it be that when drunk, they would really act wildly and do something completely different from their usual behavior?
Or was it because Sheng Weiyao had been discussing Zhuang Mowen's muscles with her some time ago, which made her subconsciously want to verify it?
No matter which point it is, it is too terrible and shocking!
The more she thought about it, the more guilty she felt. She lowered her voice to half: "Sorry, I don't know either..."
A low laugh was heard.
Zhuang Mowen couldn't help laughing, but he also knew when to stop. He apologized, "I'm sorry, I lied to you. You're a good drinker, so you didn't do anything."
Sang Fu didn't believe it: "Really?"
He nodded: "Really."
"You fell asleep in the car, and we came back."
Sang Fu looked into his eyes. This time it seemed real. Her heart was lifted and then put down, but she finally felt relieved. She lowered her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good."
The last syllable dissipated in the air, and time seemed to have stopped at this moment. The sun was bright and clear, quietly illuminating the room.
None of them moved or said another word.
Sang Fu could feel a burning gaze falling on her, but inexplicably, she didn't have the courage to raise her eyes, and even moving was difficult.
Not only her breathing, but also his could be heard clearly.
After countless breaths, the silence was broken and she heard him calling her name solemnly and seriously.
"Sanfu."
She responded softly, not knowing whether he could hear her or not. Maybe he did, maybe he didn't, but he continued talking.
"We..." He paused, "Should we give it a try?"
Sang Fu finally looked at him. Her brain didn't react yet, but she subconsciously let out an "ah".
"Ah what, good or bad?" Zhuang Mowen's eyelashes drooped, his gaze starting from her eyebrows, slowly moving down to the tip of her nose, and finally stopping at her lips that were slightly opened in astonishment.
The shape of her lips is very beautiful, and the beauty is very consistent with her temperament. Because her health is not very good, her lips are a light pink when she is not making up, and the lines on her lips are also very light, almost non-existent.
The lips opened and closed under his eyes.
Just like last night.
He didn't tell Sangfu that he was also feeling itchy.
Sangfu saw his Adam's apple rolling up and down. Maybe she shouldn't have drunk alcohol. Her head was completely confused.
"Try what?"
"Try to cultivate your relationship." Zhuang Mowen lowered his voice, but every word was clear. "Try... to get along like an ordinary couple."
Want to try it?
Wei Yao told her that if she met someone who felt right for her, she could boldly give it a try.
Apart from her blood relatives and Sheng Weiyao, with whom she grew up, Sang Fu has hardly established any other close relationships.
Maybe she was born not good at showing emotions and didn't like others to get too close to her. This was a talent she never had.
There was a time when she felt particularly lonely, but now, she has become accustomed to doing many things and solving many problems alone.
Even though she and Zhuang Mowen lived together because of their marriage certificate, she had never thought of developing any extra feelings with him.
This marriage, which was not in name only, started out as a marriage of mutual benefit, so they treated each other with respect and neither of them crossed the line.
But I don’t know when it started, everything changed imperceptibly.
She thought of the day when the first snow fell and Valentine's Day.
He was not always by her side, but he always came from thousands of miles away.
He never asked too many questions, never forced her to speak, but was very kind to her.
This was not in her plan.
So she is often in a panic, at a loss and confused.
It should also be rejected.
Sang Fu raised her eyelashes and looked into his eyes, which were like a clear spring, without a trace of impurities, and filled with endless tenderness. When their eyes met, her heart began to beat faster.
Then she nodded slightly.
"good."
Just try it.
It's okay.
If the other person was Zhuang Mowen, she would be willing to abandon her stubborn rules and trust him once.
A smile graced Zhuang Mowen's brows, and the hand that was resting on her ear moved to gently stroke her cheek.
He looked into her eyes, his voice a little hoarse.
"Let's start with a kiss, okay?"
It is of course normal for couples to kiss.
Sang Fu didn't think it was wrong and nodded again: "Okay, what do I need to do?"
Her eyes flickered and fell on Zhuang Mowen's eyes.
So cute.
He smiled and moved closer until their noses touched, and her warm body temperature was transmitted to him through their touching skin.
Zhuang Mowen said, "I might have to trouble you, but please open your mouth."
Sanfu: "Huh?"
It was a sound of pure confusion and shock, but he did open his mouth.
Zhuang Mowen said nothing more, but tilted his head and leaned forward to kiss her.
A bit spicy, just had ginger tea.
Sang Fu's eyes were wide open, not knowing where to look. Only her eyelashes were trembling from being kissed. She turned her eyes slightly and met Zhuang Mowen's gaze.
Her long eyelashes half covered his eyes, which were also open, and the depths of his eyes seemed to have no end.
She grabbed the corner of his clothes and wanted to swallow it, but she couldn't adjust her breathing when she moved. It was their first kiss, and it was a mess.
Zhuang Mowen let go of her and said with a smile: "Close your eyes, Sang Fu."
She obediently closed her eyes, but within two seconds of the kiss, she accidentally bit his tongue again.
"Yes, I'm sorry." Sang Fu covered her mouth in surprise, at a loss. Her face turned redder than last night. She didn't know if it was because of embarrassment or lack of oxygen. "Are you okay? That, I..."
"It's okay, I'm not very good at it either."
He was very patient, his warm breath overwhelming him, and he gently coaxed him: "Then... let's try again."
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