Chapter 73 Mature Mulberries "Are you comfortable, baby?"...
On the way back, these words echoed in Sangfu's mind.
Rong Qingqiu is right.
Lin Guanghua insisted on hiring a caregiver because she felt sorry for Rong Qingqiu; she ran to Yicheng to see him without hesitation because she felt sorry for him having a car accident.
Only when you like someone will you feel sorry for him or her.
The night is like water, quiet and alluring.
Sang Fu walked Rong Qingqiu to the elevator. Rong Qingqiu waved her off, saying, "Just go up and around the corner. It's just around the corner. Go back now."
She nodded and stopped obediently, but did not leave.
The elevator closed. Sang Fu watched the floor number stop steadily at the floor where Rong Qingqiu was, then she turned and walked out.
No one knew where Zhuang Mowen had gone. Sang Fu took out her cell phone to call him to ask, but she found that he had sent her a message more than ten minutes ago, saying that he had gone to drive first and asked her to go directly to the gate of the community.
After leaving the community, you will be greeted by the hustle and bustle of traffic and neon lights.
Sang Fu stood in the night carrying her bag. The moonlight was so faint that it looked like a hazy fog, making her figure look even slimmer and lighter.
Zhuang Mowen looked at her for two seconds, then turned his head, lowered the window, and called out to her:
"Sanfu."
Hearing his voice, Sang Fu looked around, fixed her eyes slightly, and walked over.
She was wearing a tulle dress in a very gentle and peaceful aqua blue color. The everyday style was also made very finely. When she walked, the hem of her skirt looked like a few nimble fluttering butterflies.
The door opened and Sanfu got in. She lowered her head to fasten her seat belt and said apologetically, "Have you been waiting for a long time?"
"No." Zhuang Mowen watched her movements, reached out, and put the bag she had pressed on her legs on the back seat. "Just a little while."
After he said this, Sangfu didn't speak for a long time.
This place cannot be parked for a long time. Zhuang Mowen started the engine and drove into the traffic. Just as he turned the steering wheel, he heard Sang Fu say beside him: "I'll go faster next time."
Zhuang Mowen frowned slightly.
There was a traffic jam ahead, so he slowly stepped on the brakes and glanced sideways at her. Sang Fu was sitting in the passenger seat, looking at the long line of cars ahead with a hint of sadness on her face.
Zhuang Mowen paused and said softly, "No one asked you to go faster."
Sanfu looked at him.
"You've done well enough." Zhuang Mowen said in a low voice, "With me, you can try to go slower. It's okay to take your time."
Accept it slowly, like it slowly, and try it slowly.
He would rather she was confused and casual in front of him, or even showed some willfulness or stubbornness that he didn't know whether it existed or not. That was all living proof of her.
He was her strongest fortress, catching everything she had.
Sanfu said "hmm", "Okay, I'll try it."
The team dawdled, moving forward two meters in a few minutes.
Zhuang Mowen opened the navigation and looked at the route. A bright red line indicated that the road was blocked.
It's already past the evening rush hour. Even though Lincheng is a bustling city with high traffic volume, the traffic jam won't last this long. I guess there must have been some kind of car accident.
Fortunately, he was not in a hurry and followed slowly. When he remembered something, he asked her, "What did you say to grandma just now?"
"I confessed our relationship." Sang Fu was silent for a moment, then told Rong Qingqiu the whole story.
After all, she had not discussed this with Zhuang Mowen. It was just that when she was about to leave, the impulse at that moment prompted her to call out to Rong Qingqiu.
But Zhuang Mowen seemed to have anticipated it and just responded softly. From the moment he heard the first sentence until the end, there was no trace of surprise on his face.
"Aren't you surprised?"
Zhuang Mowen looked ahead and smiled: "I know you will do this."
From the fact that she doesn't lie, we can tell that she has a pure heart, has her own set of moral standards, and doesn't like to trouble others.
Maybe it was what he said in the morning that made her feel that this matter affected the relationship between him and Rong Qingqiu, so she wanted to help him clarify it.
Sang Fu pursed her lips and said, "Aren't you angry too? I told grandma all these things without my permission."
"Why should I be mad at you?"
He chuckled, raised his hand and touched her head. His tone was calm and strong enough to withstand all storms.
"Not to mention that grandma knew it a long time ago," Zhuang Mowen spoke slowly, each word clearly, and he tilted his head to look at her, "Even if everyone knows now that we were fake before, I won't let you go."
...That section of road alone was jammed for nearly half an hour.
Lin Guanghua’s residence was far away, and it was already past nine o’clock in the evening when we got home.
After entering the room, Sangfu changed her shoes, put her bag aside, and went to the bathroom downstairs to wash her hands.
"etc."
Zhuang Mowen's voice came from above her head, and her breath seemed to be getting closer. Sang Fu was startled and raised her head.
There was a mirror above the washstand. Zhuang Mowen stood behind her, leaned over, and held the hand she had just extended in a way that half encircled her in his arms.
He was indeed much taller than her, both in terms of height and body shape.
She was just taller than his shoulders, and to exaggerate a little, he could have easily crammed another of her into his arms.
"alright."
He helped her pull her sleeves up above her wrist, then stood up and reminded her, "Be careful with your right hand. Don't let the wound get wet."
Sang Fu came back to her senses, perhaps because she realized that she was thinking about something else. She didn't dare to look him in the eye, and quickly lowered her eyes to look at her hands. She said "hmm" and let the cool water wet her fingertips.
…
After washing up, Sang Fu pushed open the bathroom door and went out. She had just taken a bath, and the ends of her hair were wet by the steam, hanging wetly on her pajamas.
She gathered her hair and let it fall to one side, grabbed a towel and sat on the sofa, wiping herself while playing with Chuyi with toys.
The bedroom door was pushed open with a click, and Zhuang Mowen, who had been busy in the study, walked in. Sang Fu had almost finished wiping the ends of her hair and wanted to wash and hang up the towel.
Fortunately, the injury was not to her fingers, so it did not affect most of her daily life, but she will always be more careful when touching water.
After entering the bathroom, Zhuang Mowen said from outside: "I'll wash the towels, you come out first."
Sangfu thought he had something to say to her, so she put it down and went out.
He stood sideways to her, fiddling with something in his hand, a small piece.
Only when I got closer did I see that it was a Band-Aid.
"Hasn't it been changed once today?" said Sanfu.
How could he care more about a small wound that would heal in a few days than she did?
"You just took a shower and there's a lot of moisture. It will be bad if it gets inflamed." Zhuang Mowen turned her hand over. The surface of the Band-Aid was obviously moist from the moisture. She was speechless.
"It's not a big deal to change it."
He first wiped the water droplets off her hands with a tissue, and then tore off the Band-Aid.
When it was torn off, her skin felt a little itchy. Sangfu raised her hands and cooperated motionlessly, but her eyes involuntarily shifted and fell on his face.
Zhuang Mowen was unusually oblivious, with his eyes lowered, his attention completely focused on her hands.
A dry, brand-new Band-Aid was stuck on the side of his palm, and Zhuang Mowen threw the miscellaneous things in his hand into the trash can.
He caught a glimpse of Sang Fu and saw that she didn't move. He was about to say it was okay, but just as he turned his head, Sang Fu tiptoed over and kissed him.
Zhuang Mowen's pupils shrank slightly.
Her aim was so average that she only hit his lower lip.
Soft as a dragonfly skimming the water, fleeting in a flash.
Zhuang Mowen quickly grabbed Sang Fu who was about to leave. He was amused, and his chest trembled slightly: "Kiss and then run away, what do you mean?"
Sangfu answered honestly: "It's nothing, I just want to kiss you."
"Then why are you running?"
"I didn't run away," Sanfu said. "I just remembered that I had something to reply to at work. An organizer wanted to invite me to a book signing event, so they sent me a message during the day. If I don't reply now, it will be too late."
She said so much, and Zhuang Mowen listened quietly. After she finished the last sentence, he spoke: "Is one kiss enough?"
Sang Fu was stunned: "What?"
"Is just one kiss enough?"
She said so much, but he didn't listen to a word she said?
"That's enough." Sang Fu raised her hand and placed it on his lips, emphasizing, "It's really too late if you don't reply."
He probably didn't really intend to keep her, as his grip was loose, and it dropped as soon as she moved. Sangfu quickly walked around him, grabbed her phone, and quickly left the bedroom.
The door was gently closed. Zhuang Mowen stood there, looking at her disappearing figure, and laughed for a moment.
After a long time, he raised his hand to rub his hot ears, then went into the bathroom with his pajamas.
…
After taking a shower, Zhuang Mowen came out of the bedroom to see her. Sang Fu was curled up on the sofa typing on the keyboard with a pair of glasses on her face. When she put on the glasses, she looked even more bookish.
"Have you replied?" He didn't say anything at first. He went to get a glass of warm water before returning. "Drink some water."
Sang Fu looked up and took the glass of water, looking a little annoyed: "I forgot, the staff have already left work at this time."
He looked at her and smiled: "It seems that we still have a hard-working little bee in our family."
Sang Fu understood what he meant, closed the computer, and said, "I want to download it too."
She just went in and saw him taking a shower. She wasn't very sleepy, so she thought she might as well do something else to pass the time.
Since moving to the master bedroom, Chuyi’s things have not been tidied up in the guest room, and he has simply been allowed to sleep there every day.
Sanfu turned off the sound of her cell phone and lay down on the bed.
Zhuang Mowen turned off the lights and put his arm around her.
These days, Sang Fu had probably gotten used to the posture of having her back to him, and Zhuang Mowen never said anything. After hugging her in silence for a while, Sang Fu suddenly moved and turned around.
She paused, as if she had discovered something, propped herself up, and leaned closer to sniff him. Zhuang Mowen only felt a series of breaths falling on his neck. His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he raised his hand to hold her, his voice a little deep: "What's wrong?"
Sanfu asked, "Did you use my shower gel?"
Why does he smell like freesia too?
"Well," Zhuang Mowen said, "I'm out of mine, so I'll just use yours, is that okay?"
Sang Fu said, "It's not that I can't, but this is obviously a girl's scent. Don't you have a meeting tomorrow?"
She couldn't remember any of the names of his meetings.
He stroked her back and asked casually, "What's the connection?"
She frowned, worried: "What if someone else smells it?"
He always seemed out of place.
"Besides you, who else would get so close to me? Even if someone really asks," Zhuang Mowen said casually, "well... then just tell the truth and say that I used my wife's. After all, it's no secret that I'm married."
Sanfu said "Oh", "It seems so."
In the past, Sang Fu always fell asleep as soon as she got into bed. This was the first time he saw her talking so much while lying in bed.
Zhuang Mowen seemed to realize something and asked, "Aren't you sleepy today?"
Sanfu opened her sleepless eyes and said, "One thing is that I may have gone to bed too early last night."
"Yeah." He responded, "Then can I settle the account?"
Sangfu: "What..."
In the darkness, the man pinched her chin, touched her lips with his fingertips, and then a delicate kiss followed.
The kiss was actually very gentle. He was not in a hurry to rob her of her air, but just gently sucked her lips. The ambiguous and tender licking sounds rang out in the quiet bedroom, mixed with some gradually heavier breathing.
Sangfu raised her hand and grabbed his pajamas, her fingertips tightening and tightening, but in the end, she was almost too weak to hold on to anything.
The man's body temperature surrounded her, very hot.
There was a strange noise outside the door, and both of them paused for a moment. Sang Fu casually turned on the bedside lamp beside her and sat up to take a look. But just as she stood up, he pulled her back down and made her lie down on the soft mattress.
Her throat was a little tight: "It seems that Chuyi is outside."
Zhuang Mowen said, "Don't pay attention to it. It will scratch you again after you pay attention to it."
Sang Fu was not very reassured: "Maybe he is hungry?"
"The dog food I put out when I got back is enough for it to eat for the whole night."
He turned over, supported her face with his other hand, and suddenly said, "I'm afraid I'm hungrier than it."
Sang Fu didn't know why, when he said he was hungry, she couldn't help but want to reduce her presence.
She silently and quickly shrank into the quilt until only her dark eyes were exposed. She blinked twice.
The bedside lamp was at the dimmest level, not glaring, but enough to clearly see the sheen of water on his pale lips.
"If you're hungry, then eat something." Sangfu gave a dry suggestion.
This hunger is not that hunger.
It was complicated, it was sinister, but how could he explain it to her?
"OK."
Without explaining, Zhuang Mowen pulled down the quilt that covered half of her face, bent down and kissed her obediently, which was deeper than the previous kiss.
The quilt had unknowingly slipped down to her waist. She gasped, looking at him with misty eyes. Even now, she was still thinking about his words: "Aren't you hungry? How about I give you something to eat from my bottom?"
Helping others means doing what you can, and she will do this.
"Down there?" Would that be too fast? He said, "No, up there will do."
Sang Fu was stunned. Suddenly she understood something and her face flushed: "What do you mean by 'up' and 'down'..."
The kisses went from her lips all the way down to her protruding collarbone, and her body trembled slightly with each kiss.
Sangfu has a dull personality, but she is not a piece of wood, nor is she a stone that cannot be warmed up. She is just a little slow sometimes, but her body is much more sensitive. The thin pajamas fabric covers her body, and the slight bulge between the ups and downs is clearly visible.
Zhuang Mowen stopped moving, raised his eyes, and asked her in a hoarse voice, "Is it okay?"
Perhaps it was because years of self-discipline and adherence to propriety had become a habit. Before meeting Sang Fu, Zhuang Mowen thought that he was not a person with strong desires in that aspect.
As he once said, his relief is only at a frequency that is based on health, several times a month, which is fixed and controllable.
But now, whenever he saw her, Zhuang Mowen's body instinctively fought against his reason. He wanted to get close to her, hug her, kiss her, and even wanted to "eat" her.
There was a hint of pink under Sanfu's eyes. She looked at him with her eyelashes lowered, then nodded.
…
Sang Fu knew that Zhuang Mowen was a gentleman, but she didn't expect that he would be the one to remember to ask her feelings in a gentlemanly manner at this moment.
His palm was very warm, and it pressed close to the outline through the pajamas, then covered and closed. Because his hand was big enough, it was able to completely cover it, with more than enough space.
"May I?"
Sangfu's voice was also a little shaky, trembling, as if it would fall apart if touched: "What is possible?"
"Will this force hurt a bit?" he asked.
“…”Oh my God.
Sang Fu turned her face away and whispered, "...It doesn't hurt."
"Oh." He looked at her, "Then what are you enduring?"
Although she was wearing pajamas, the warmth from his palms seemed to reach down without any obstruction. She couldn't even tell whether the rough friction was from the fabric or his palms.
Sanfu closed her eyes and spoke with difficulty: "I didn't endure it."
She wanted to turn off the light, but the clarity in front of her eyes made her feel at a loss. She reached out her hand, but the next moment, she was held down by a bigger hand.
He moved up along her wrist, which was so thin that bones could be felt, and pushed open her unconsciously curled fingers until each finger was fit perfectly between his.
Before she could say anything, Zhuang Mowen lowered his head. Sang Fu trembled. He held her down with one hand without raising his head, and with the other hand he neatly unbuttoned his shirt.
The air was probably still a little cold at this time, and she got goose bumps. She opened her mouth and took a breath.
Soon, the cold air was completely wiped out.
The humidity and dryness alternated, and Sangfu's gaze shifted from the man's head to the ceiling. It felt as if all the blood was rushing to her brain, making her feel dizzy from time to time.
So strange.
Her eyelashes fluttered as she reached for his hand.
Zhuang Mowen was touched and immediately raised his head to kiss her.
"Did the bite hurt you?"
His eyes scanned her inch by inch.
It had been a while since they had been kissed, but her face was still red, including her eyelids, ears, and neck.
Sang Fu shook her head, her voice as light as a mosquito: "No."
Her eyes were wet, and every place he touched was soft. Zhuang Mowen lowered his head and kissed her burning neck: "It doesn't hurt. Is it comfortable, baby?"
Sangfu was a little dizzy from the kiss, and her brain couldn't stop to think about anything. She looked up at the ceiling again and said "hmm" softly.
…
Zhuang Mowen still braked.
He was afraid that being too anxious would scare her away.
After buttoning her clothes one by one, Sanfu wanted to pull the quilt over her head to hide herself, but because her body felt a little weak, she didn't move.
Sang Fu watched Zhuang Mowen lean over and turn on the light, then turn back and kiss her forehead.
"you……"
"You go to sleep first." He said, "It's okay."
After saying that, Zhuang Mowen got out of bed.
After she moved into the master bedroom, she always kept the curtains open because she was afraid of the dark. The night blurred the man's figure a little. Sang Fu bit her lip, hesitated for a while, and finally spoke just before he was about to enter the bathroom.
"Um..." Zhuang Mowen turned around and saw the girl sitting up. The voice she spoke of sounded a little embarrassed.
"I want to wash first."
…
Coming out of the cloakroom, Sang Fu held the small piece of cloth in her hand, brushed it across Zhuang Mowen's arm, and went into the bathroom.
She came out a few minutes later.
Zhuang Mowen was standing by the bathroom door. Sang Fu was still wearing the same pajamas. She didn't dare to look at him and gave him some space: "I'm ready. Do you still want to go?"
Zhuang Mowen said "hmm", "Go to sleep first."
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The author has something to say: After holding it in for so long, I can finally eat a bite openly.
Now it's in the final stage, are there any extra chapters you guys want to see? This book doesn't have as many extra chapter ideas as Wanfeng [changed] but I will still let myself go in the extra chapters...especially this one I was so frustrated
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