Chapter 59 Half-ripe mulberries with strong hormones
The moonlight was hazy and dreamy. Sang Fu sat on the bed, feeling like she had experienced a thrilling bungee jumping. The moment she said this, sweat broke out on her palms.
Her brain was also extremely excited, and her heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it would jump out of her chest. She could no longer tell whether he answered or not, and all she could hear was the deafening sound of "thump, thump" in her ears.
After Sang Fu finished speaking, she was afraid that he would think she really wanted him to stay, so she simply lay down with her back to the door and added quickly, "It's okay if you don't stay. I'm going to rest first."
There was still no sound behind me, no footsteps approaching or receding, and no response of "good" or "bad".
It was so quiet that she even suspected that Zhuang Mowen had left long ago. Perhaps she spoke too late, so he didn't have time to hear her words.
It’s okay if you didn’t hear it.
She arched her body slightly, and the fluffy quilt was like a soft cloud, filling her arms.
Just assume she's talking nonsense.
Sanfu took a deep breath, and her breath fell on the back of her hand without making any sound.
After taking a deep breath, all the distracting thoughts in her head were suppressed. She was just about to rest when the next moment -
The door was closed, and the hinges moved flexibly, so lightly that it was imperceptible. Only the "click" sound of the door being locked could be clearly heard.
"Can't."
The man's voice was deep and magnetic, coming from far away, and the tail end of the voice lingered in the air with a gentle smile.
"It's hard to refuse such a kind offer. If I refuse, wouldn't it be ungrateful?"
As he spoke, his footsteps got closer.
Sang Fu was speechless and couldn't help burying her face in the quilt.
She just asked where the "gracious" invitation was...
The idea was still swirling in her mind when Sangfu suddenly felt the bed sink.
Sang Fu's eyelashes trembled, and the sleepiness that had just gathered completely disappeared.
The quilt was rubbed, making a rustling sound, which also affected her. The quilt covering her body gently brushed against her earlobe, bringing out some warmth.
He lay down next to her.
This thought arose in Sangfu's mind, very clear.
She didn't know where he was, or whether he was far away or not. She only knew that no matter how far he was, it was no farther than the distance of a bed.
Although there have been closer distances, the same distance, when standing, sitting, and lying down, gives completely different feelings.
Rest time at night is more private than during the day.
During the day when you are awake, your every move is controllable.
Obviously, after falling asleep, when the brain enters a deep state of relaxation and hibernation, no one can control their own behavior.
Therefore, when people are resting, they need a safe environment.
To be honest, Sangfu has always slept in a room by herself since she was a child.
Growing up, the only person she could accept lying in the same bed with was Sheng Weiyao before today.
Her eyelashes moved slightly and Sangfu closed her eyes.
Acceptance is one thing, and adaptability is another.
She hasn't adapted yet.
Zhuang Mowen lay down and tilted his head to look over.
The quilt almost completely covered her, with only her furry head exposed.
In the moonlight, he could vaguely make out that she was lying on the edge of the bed with her back to him.
They were too far apart, so there was inevitably a gap in the quilt between the two people, and the wind blew in.
In early March, the temperature did not rise. His room had not been occupied for a long time, and the heating was not as good as Jinyuan's. It must be cold. She did not make any big moves, but quietly buried her body deeper.
Zhuang Mowen faced her and leaned towards her. The space he had created was like a deflated balloon, slowly deflated.
Every time he moved, she became even stiffer, like a wooden sculpture, her body hunched over and motionless.
No, not completely motionless either.
As soon as he moved, she slowly moved out like a sloth, at a speed that was almost imperceptible to the naked eye.
Afraid that she would fall, Zhuang Mowen fished in the quilt and grabbed the corner of her clothes.
"Don't move." He sighed. It was she who made him stay, and now it was also her who was avoiding him. "Are you going to sleep or not?"
"Sleeping."
Her voice came through the quilt, covered with a hoarse and soft nasal sound.
He let go of her and didn't move again.
One can tell at a glance that Sang Fu's personality is reserved and not good at speaking. Moreover, they got married after a blind date, so even if there is some unfamiliarity between them, it would not arouse suspicion.
The two of them kept it a secret very well, and except for his cunning grandmother whom he appeased, no one thought that the marriage was a fake.
When Zhuang Mowen lived alone in this bedroom, there was only one pillow on the bed.
On the night they stayed in the heavy rain, Lin Ling thought they would live together, so he specially stuffed a new one in here.
He only used it today because it was so new.
The distance between them shrank to a level that was neither far nor near, with half a pillow between them, and warmth grew.
Zhuang Mowen looked at the pile of quilts, his eyes showing a hint of helplessness. After a while, he asked, "Are you bored?"
"Not boring." Sanfu replied.
Most of her hair was hidden in the quilt, with only a few strands still hanging on the pillow.
It is thin and has never been permed or dyed. The moonlight reflects its most authentic luster, like a winding stream, quiet and gentle, exuding a faint sweetness.
He raised his hand and touched it.
Not cold, but warm, smooth and soft.
With his fingertips resting on the tips of her hair, Zhuang Mowen was silent for a moment and called her, "Sang Fu."
She heard: "Yeah."
"Let's just leave it like this from now on."
That’s it, no separate rooms.
Sangfu was in the quilt, her face and neck were warm. When she blinked, her eyelashes rubbed against the cotton fabric, making a rustling sound that only she could hear.
She lowered her eyelashes and the rustling sound stopped.
He needed her to think about so many things these days that she hadn't thought them through.
But relatively speaking, this matter seems to be able to produce results quickly.
After a moment, Sangfu spoke.
"All right."
She whispered.
…
The next day, Sanfu's biological clock woke her up on time.
She slept well last night, except for a nightmare.
In her dream, someone was strangling her neck and she couldn't breathe. Later, the hands that were strangling her neck disappeared. Sangfu woke up in the middle of the night and found that the quilt covering her face had been pulled down at some point.
She sat on the bed for two seconds to let her brain turn on, then got out of bed, went to get her clothes to go out and change in the bathroom.
She only took the innermost clothes she needed to change. To save time, she habitually unbuttoned her pajamas as she walked. After unbuttoning two buttons, she pushed the door and entered the bathroom.
She looked up and was stunned when their eyes met.
Zhuang Mowen was shaving and turned his head to look over when he heard the noise.
After a pause of one second, he seemed to realize something and lowered his gaze.
Sang Fu also moved down in a daze.
“…”
The pajamas that originally reached to the collarbone were now opened to the chest, revealing the white lace of the underwear.
“…”
She should have stayed in bed a little longer.
When I woke up in the morning, my memory was still not coherent and I had forgotten everything that happened last night.
Furthermore, they had been sleeping in separate rooms since they got married, and she subconsciously felt that it was impossible for Zhuang Mowen to be in the same bathroom with her.
This scene was also beyond Zhuang Mowen's expectations.
His vision darkened for a moment.
The next moment, Zhuang Mowen looked away.
"…Sorry, I'll be right there."
Sangfu silently pinched her collar, turned her back, and buttoned her clothes as quietly as possible. "It's okay. I'd better wash up first."
There was a subtle sound behind her. Sang Fu turned around. Under the light, Zhuang Mowen's profile was clearly visible.
He held the razor and was steadily scraping the stubble beneath the foam.
She heard Sheng Weiyao say that men with high hormone levels tend to grow beards faster.
Sanfu wasn't sure if he shaved every morning, but she vaguely remembered that his face was still clean before turning off the lights last night.
The washbasin was not big, and it would be a bit crowded if she went over there. So Sanfu put her clothes aside, thought about it, and decided to go out first.
After visiting Lin Guanghua today, she was about to go back, so she packed up her things first.
Perhaps it was true that "people always pretend to be busy when they are in an awkward situation", Sangfu went back and made the bed carefully.
When the bathroom door opened and Zhuang Mowen walked out, he saw Sang Fu busy making the bed, sometimes pulling the corner, sometimes smoothing out the wrinkles, looking very serious and working very hard.
He found it funny and walked over to pull her up: "Don't be busy, wash up first."
When Sanfu heard his words, she remembered what happened a few minutes ago and turned around, not even having the courage to look him in the eye. "Okay."
I walked around him and into the bathroom.
After washing up and going downstairs together, Lin Ling and Zhuang Kang had already prepared breakfast. "Come on, I was just about to come up to call you, otherwise the breakfast will get cold."
Sang Fu was walking in front of Zhuang Mowen. She was not very relaxed to begin with, but when she heard Lin Ling's voice, she quickly left him, trotted over and sat down, and greeted him politely, "Dad, Mom, good morning."
"Good morning." Zhuang Kang nodded. He said caringly, "Eat more."
"Yeah, she's too thin. Let's eat more." Lin Ling is a man of action. It was his first time at the banker's house, and almost all the dishes in Sang Fu's bowl were picked by Lin Ling.
She smiled and added another omelet to Sanfu's plate, pretending to threaten, "You can't leave until you finish eating."
Sang Fu smiled and said "OK" against her will.
Everything else is easy.
She couldn't finish the meal and couldn't force herself to eat more.
The amount Lin Ling gave her at first was twice her usual breakfast, not to mention the addition of an omelet.
The chair next to her was pulled away, and Zhuang Mowen sat down next to her. "Don't force me to eat if I can't finish it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Ling frowned and turned the conversation to him: "How dare you say that? Have you properly supervised Xiaofu's meals? She was so thin the last time she came, and she's still so thin this time."
Even though she could tell that Lin Ling wasn't serious, Sang Fu was too embarrassed to pin the blame on Zhuang Mowen.
She quickly said, "I've been busy with work recently, so I haven't eaten well. Don't blame me..."
"What mom taught me," Zhuang Mowen didn't expect her to agree. He turned his head and met her stunned eyes. "It's to make sure you gain some weight."
She is too thin. Sometimes I feel like she is standing in the wind and will fall down.
Sanfu wasn't sure if he was acting or serious.
She looked away and whispered, "Eat quickly."
Both Zhuang Mowen and Zhuang Kang were good cooks. Sang Fu drank half a bowl of red bean and millet porridge and ate an egg pancake, which made her feel quite full.
There was still a piece of egg pancake left on the plate that Lin Ling had added for her. Sang Fu remembered her words and knew that Lin Ling meant well. After thinking about it, she reluctantly took two more bites.
When she couldn't eat any more, she put it back on the plate.
The pancake wasn't actually that big, and Lin Ling had already eaten two pieces. He wanted to persuade her to eat more: "Don't waste it."
Sang Fu waved her hands, wanting to say that she really couldn't eat anymore. Before she could finish her words, a hand suddenly came into her sight.
"This is……"
She stared blankly as Zhuang Mowen picked up the half-eaten omelet on her plate and stuffed it into his mouth.
"...mine." She added the last two words, her voice as soft as a mosquito.
"Okay," Zhuang Mowen said calmly, "Let's not waste any more time. Let's go."
Lin Ling was also shocked and looked at Zhuang Kang.
This kid has refused to eat food that others have eaten since kindergarten, let alone outsiders. He dislikes her and Lao Zhuang's food because it has saliva, and they refuse to eat from the same portion no matter what.
Zhuang Mowen went out to drive first. Sang Fu was afraid that there was food waiting for her, so she hurried over to take the food with her.
Zhuang Kang listened to her thoughts and said, "That's normal. I don't dislike you."
"That's right, wives are different after all." Lin Ling finished speaking, then came to his senses, turned around and hit him skillfully, "I was talking to you about our son, who told you to talk about me?"
Zhuang Kang: “…”
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The author has something to say: It’s not good to wear underwear when sleeping. Don’t study. Xiaofu only wears it because Professor Zhuang is here.
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