Because depression often leads to insomnia, Ning Yuan developed the habit of sleeping with one pillow in her arms and another under her feet.
Half-awake, she habitually snuggled against her warm "pillow" and buried her face in it.
The "pillow" grunted, pressed down on her thigh, and gritted its teeth: "Sleep if you want, but behave yourself!"
Ning Yuan froze for a moment. The cushion had come to life... Wait a minute! Where did she get a cushion from? This is the county town's guesthouse!
She instinctively opened her eyes, and before her was a chest that was fair but with firm, muscular lines.
Her face was buried in that firm chest, and her hand was resting on a tight and strong waist.
Ning Yuan was stunned for a while, then suddenly—her mind became completely clear.
She suddenly looked up, but this time Rong Zhaonan was prepared. He quickly turned his head to avoid her sudden headbutt and protected his chin!
She stared blankly at the handsome, deep, and aloof face so close to hers, while he glared at her coldly.
"You...you...how did you get in my bed!" She couldn't help but raise her voice, shoved him away, and hugged her chest as she backed away.
Then, she subconsciously glanced at her clothes under the covers.
Thankfully, my thermal underwear is intact!
Ning Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, but how could he possibly crawl into her bed on his own initiative!
If something happens, what will happen? Who will be at a disadvantage? He accidentally got kissed by her last time, and he even made a fuss about sleeping in separate beds!
Seeing her so embarrassed and angry, and so defensive, Rong Zhaonan's gaze turned cold.
He snorted coldly: "There's only one blanket on the bed, why should it all be yours? If you want to have your own, you should go and get me a new one."
What's she doing looking like that? Is he trying to take advantage of her?
Ning Yuan choked for a moment, then couldn't help but say, "You had time to catch up with your fiancée last night, but you didn't have time to get yourself a blanket?"
After she finished speaking, there was a moment of silence. She simply got up and put on her outer pants. Luckily, she had worn thermal underwear to bed.
"Comrade Ning Yuan, are you jealous?" Rong Zhaonan sat up, straightening his shirt that she had torn open, and asked thoughtfully.
Ning Yuan paused in pulling up her pants, quickly fastened her belt, and rolled her eyes at him: "What nonsense! Why would I be jealous? I just wanted to dip your dumplings in vinegar because I saw you ate too many!"
After saying that, she hurriedly turned around and went to the bathroom to wash up.
Rong Zhaonan watched her somewhat flustered back, a faint smile flashing in his phoenix eyes.
But the next moment, his eyes turned cold again.
Rong Zhaonan suddenly realized a problem—he had already figured out how to handle their situation if he was sure she was innocent, but Ning Yuan seemed to have a different idea from him.
Is she really planning to divorce him two years after the documents for returning to the city are issued, she gets into university, and then she gets the necessary permits?
Rong Zhaonan dressed while looking out the window with a blank expression.
Compared to those annoying pampered girls in the capital.
He was indeed more accepting of Ning Yuan, the short-legged curly-haired rabbit.
Based on current observations, she seems to be of good character and intelligence, and most importantly, they get along very comfortably most of the time.
If she has a clean background, he is willing to live with her forever. He will spare no effort to protect the person who belongs to him.
However, she seemed completely unaware of this.
They had slept in the same bed, kissed each other, and hugged each other.
Even if nothing actually happens, there's no difference between this era and the final stage.
She seemed oblivious to the fact that for an unmarried girl, this kind of thing meant she had lost her innocence.
How can there be someone in China today who is completely contrary to mainstream thought? What kind of family upbringing produced such a rebellious girl?
She kept talking about how handsome he was, how good-looking he was, and how their relationship was ambiguous, yet she had no intention of taking responsibility.
Rong Zhaonan narrowed his eyes; he would help her correct this incorrect bourgeois thinking.
This is not a good girl's habit.
She can have any ideas she wants, but he doesn't have that kind of casual habit.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have allowed her to sleep on him and touch him inappropriately last night, yet he didn't throw her out.
Rong Zhaonan looked at his cool and refined face reflected in the glass.
If she has a problem, get rid of her. If it's confirmed that she has no problem, then she can only belong to him. This is a matter of principle, and there is no room for her to act recklessly.
When I have children in the future, I can't let her raise them to be so frivolous and Westernized; it's not proper.
The man lowered his dark eyes and slowly and methodically buttoned up his collar, smoothing out the wrinkles little by little.
...
Ning Yuan was washing up in the bathroom when she had no idea that Rong Xiaoge had already decided that if she was a "spy" or a "bad element," he would kill her; if she wasn't, he would sleep with her as his real boyfriend!
They've even figured out exactly how to educate their children and how many to have.
The two are completely on different wavelengths and in different dimensions.
After all, decades later, let alone sharing a bed as roommates or accidentally kissing, even if you live together, you can break up just like that.
Ning Yuan has lived two lives and has been assimilated by the thinking of decades later, making it impossible for her to integrate into the overly conservative ideas of the late 1970s and early 1980s.
The emergence of female self-awareness in the 21st century has led to a divorce rate approaching 50%, with fewer and fewer people willing to compromise in marriage, let alone get married.
Besides, in her heart, Rong Zhaonan should have a "first wife".
After rinsing her mouth, Ning Yuan, who knew nothing about Rong Zhaonan's plans, noticed only one thing—her large handkerchief had suddenly disappeared.
"Do you see my handkerchief?" Ning Yuan peeked out from the bathroom.
She believed Rong Zhaonan wouldn't use her handkerchief to wash his feet.
When that person was better off, he was even more obsessive about cleanliness than she was. He usually used three towels – one for washing his face, one for bathing, and one for washing his feet.
In the living room, Rong Zhaonan said casually, "I accidentally ruined it while washing it, so I threw it away. I'll get you a new one when we get back."
Ning Yuan froze instantly, speechless: "How can you be so strong! You ruined my pants last time, and this time you ruined my handkerchief. That handkerchief was brand new, it cost two yuan, it's very expensive."
Rong Zhaonan frowned slightly: "A handkerchief for wiping sweat is so expensive?"
Two yuan can buy a decent and sturdy pair of military rubber shoes.
Seeing his indifferent expression, Ning Yuan sighed, "Never mind, you wouldn't understand."
The delicate floral handkerchief was a Suzhou and Hangzhou style item that she specially asked Sister Zhang to order for her at the department store. It was a blend of fine silk and cotton, and it was so soft and comfortable that it wouldn't irritate her when washing her face or wiping away sweat.
In her past life, she suffered from hardship and was bullied by Tang Zhenzhen and others while working in the countryside. As a result, she had hormonal imbalances, always had pimples, large pores, and dark, rough skin.
Not to mention Tang Zhenzhen and her gang who took advantage of her misfortune to mock her, even her husband from her past life disliked her for being rough and unattractive.
Throughout her life, she has been very careful to protect and maintain her face.
Call her pretentious if you want; she's made some money now, but she still wears the same old, worn-out clothes. Yet, she always buys the best skincare creams, face towels, and handkerchiefs from the department store.
As a result, Rong Zhaonan ruined the handkerchief she had finally managed to order.
Ning Yuan could only turn around sullenly and go back to get some cold water to wash her face.
There's nothing I can do. Next time, I'll ask Sister Zhang to keep an eye out for new stock at the department store. These kinds of things are rarely stocked at department stores in county towns.
When Rong Zhaonan saw her turn back to the bathroom, he lowered his eyes and slowly stuffed the corner of the handkerchief that was sticking out of his pants pocket.
If something like this is dirty, it's obviously not good to wash her face.
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