Chapter 32 He didn’t close his eyes, but he seemed to be in a dream…
Normally, he would not be knocked down by a light grape, but the current situation is very unusual and special. He is extremely sensitive and desperate, and the tree wants to be still but the wind does not stop.
Uncomfortable.
Fu Yu stood up suddenly, and Tang Ke, who was standing beside him, was startled and moved half a foot away, staring at him in a daze.
Grapes have been through a lot, seeing what they should and shouldn't see, and finally rolling to the ground covered in bruises. The sunny rose is no longer sunny, all because of this crazy couple.
"It's okay, just continue watching, I'll take care of it." Fu Yu turned his back to her, wiped the carpet with a paper towel, picked up the grapes, and took a long, hard way to throw them into the kitchen trash can.
Tang Ke's mouth was as shrunken as a pumpkin. He watched him do all this with a look that said, "You have to separate kitchen waste and other garbage. Do you have some weird rules in your community that I don't know about?" After he finished, he returned to the living room, stood behind the sofa, and said to her head:
"I'm all sweaty. I'm going to take a shower first."
"Oh, go ahead." Tang Ke tilted his neck back, answered, and then slowly straightened up, with his legs crossed like a Maitreya Buddha. He felt a little uncomfortable, but wanted to pretend to be comfortable.
Is his voice really that deep? Eh? Isn't he a baritone? I've never heard him sing, but that's not right. Is his voice really that captivating?
She felt like her discs in her waist were about to break after hearing this.
There is a high probability that the phlegm in the throat has not been dissolved——
The comments that flashed through Tang Ke's mind were about the level of not wrongly killing people even if they reported "malicious personal attacks".
The tingling sensation soon disappeared, and the sound of water could be heard from the bathroom.
The person under the shower bowed their head, not moving for a long time. The mirror was always clear, but the reflection of the tiled wall was ambiguous.
He couldn't calm down. In fact, the trigger was not worth mentioning at all, but he couldn't calm down. He was helpless. Just like the emotions in his heart were getting more and more intense, bursting through the thin, almost transparent skin, full to the point of bursting out, but unable to do so.
The most difficult thing to deal with is a one-man play. And that was the one he got.
Uncomfortable. Uncomfortable on both ends.
Fu Yu tilted his head back, letting the cold water run down his face. Since the basic anesthesia hadn't worked, his eyebrows knitted together in a cold frown, the mole at the end of his eyebrows slightly raised, and he gradually became impatient.
You filthy villain, the Fu family's legacy has been completely ruined by you, a filthy villain. Your crime is unforgivable.
Determined to ignore his distracting thoughts, he squeezed the shampoo pump and, eager to lather it, rubbed his hands together, rubbing the foam into his head. After a quick rinse, he switched to the shower gel pump and… nothing happened.
I don't know who wrote the script.
He had just run out of shower gel, with only a thin layer of it clinging to the wall. Tang Ke's green-packaged Fresh Water Essence shower gel sat next to him.
Fu Yu hesitated for two seconds whether to consolidate the Fu family's family tradition or act according to the script.
Finally he found a way to calm himself down without losing his dignity.
Local rainfall of less than ten minutes is generally not shown in weather forecast software. This is his method.
He leaned against the wall with one hand while unraveling the silk cocoon with the other. Gradually, he lost all the surrounding sounds, including the rushing water and the faint movie music outside. He tried his best to suppress the pleasure rising in his throat, but the muffled groans were still deafening.
He knelt on the ground dejectedly, realizing a terrible fact: this was only the first day.
The movie was nearing its end when Tang Ke saw the person slowly emerging from the bathroom. She had specially reserved some grapes for him in the basin, showing them to him as if asking for a reward. Baring her teeth, she said, "I've been waiting for you for so long! The rest are yours! But you can help yourself. I won't serve you."
Fu Yu nodded calmly, took a toothpick from the kitchen, and ate the grapes.
This magical way of eating is unnecessary. Tang Ke craned his neck in confusion and asked, "Can't I just take it with my hands?"
"There's nothing I can do. You won't serve me." Fu Yu said in a flat tone, and the toothpick in his hand pierced the grape flesh quickly and accurately.
Tang Ke laughed: "I've heard of mysophobia, but I've never heard of someone who only has mysophobia of their hands."
No wonder he'd just taken the grapes she'd handed him with his mouth. He'd rather get his pants dirty than his hands. Amazing! I used to think his "washing his hands thirty times a day" claim was an exaggeration, but I never thought it was that exaggerated.
"Also," Fu Yu confessed sincerely, "I ran out of shower gel, so I used some of yours. I'll buy you a new one tomorrow. Don't scold me."
Tang Ke opened his round eyes and thought that she usually didn't behave so petty, so why was he being so humble?
"Why would I scold you? I also used your laundry detergent." She took a breath, "Are you going to scold me?"
"No, you can use anything you want at home." Fu Yu raised his glasses, his freshly blow-dried hair curling softly to one side. "The main thing is, I don't know if you have any rules or regulations regarding cohabitation. If there are any offenses, it's better to tell me in time."
Forgive Tang Ke for his lack of understanding of romance. The first thing she felt when she heard this was not touching, but the desire to dig out some strange things he had encountered in the dormitory before. There must have been some, otherwise he would not have considered it so carefully.
"Have you ever been hurt by someone before? The kind that's unforgettable?" She gave him a gossipy look.
"..." Fu Yu drooped his eyelids and passively emptied his mind.
Ah, yes, she is not an ordinary person, wrong frequency, wrong frequency, hurry up and get out of the fantasy.
After a long moment, he turned to face her and wiped away the emperor's tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips. As if he had done a lot of psychological preparation, he mechanically said, "If you are willing to listen to my past pain, then I..."
Tang Ke instantly understood what he was talking about and raised his hand to stop him: "Alright, alright, alright, if it's not your circle, don't force yourself to fit in."
"Oh." Fu Yu stopped while he was ahead.
Tang Ke hugged his knees and answered him seriously, saying, "I don't have any rules. I have my own rules. The same goes for roommates. If I feel uncomfortable, I will definitely tell you immediately. Don't worry."
"One monkey, one way to tie it up." Fu Yu repeated her words frivolously. He used the toothpick in his hand to poke another sweet and delicious grape, put it in his mouth, and asked her, "Do you want to try it? It's very relaxing."
"Can this relieve stress?" Tang Ke didn't believe it.
"Well, just do it the way Rong Mama does it." Fu Yu gave her a toothpick and said, "Try it."
Practice makes perfect, and Tang Ke believed it; it was indeed very stress-relieving. If he hesitated to insert the needle, the grape would slip away, but if he inserted it quickly and caught it off guard, he would have mastered the art of close combat with Xiao Li Fei Dao without any instruction.
"Hahaha, really!" Tang Ke's eyes lit up, his left hand cupped the bottom of the grape, carefully moved it to Fu Yu's mouth, and said, "I can serve you now, come on, ah——"
Fu Yu's eyes were dark, and he suspected several times that she did it on purpose.
He opened his mouth and held the grape, and his masseter muscle pulled his temples to twitch.
Tang Ke didn't grow grapes; she was just a grape carrier. After transporting four or five grapes, Fu Yu's cheeks were already full.
"Kang Ke, have you seen the Pea Shooter?" He spoke incoherently.
Tang Ke retreated with a playful smile, claiming that he was allergic to peas, and then he stumbled into the room like a zombie, twisting his left leg and moving his right leg.
"I have to go to work tomorrow, I'm going to bed first, good night!"
Good evening, Fu Yu said.
This night was more fulfilling than any other he had ever experienced. It was the first time he slept in the study, the first time he heard the faint sound of footsteps next door, the first time he smelled his own scent. He didn't close his eyes, but it felt like he was already in a dream.
…
Tang Ke felt a little uncomfortable sleeping in an unfamiliar room. His good sleep habit was temporarily ineffective and he couldn't feel sleepy even after closing his eyes for half an hour.
She tiptoed out of bed, not knowing how soundproof the walls were, but it was always a good idea to keep the noise down. The blackout curtains were too effective, not letting in any moonlight. It was pitch black before her eyes. She struggled to find her slippers on tiptoe and fumbled with each step to turn on the bedside lamp.
To help her mind relax, Tang Ke found a radio drama to listen to. She usually played it loud at home, with a timer that turned it off when she fell asleep. But she couldn't disturb her roommate, so she tiptoed to get the Bluetooth headphones on the dresser.
Then, carefully, he made a big noise.
Tang Ke's facial features suddenly twisted. In this world, whatever you fear will come true.
She knocked the charger next to the earphones over, and it hit the tile floor with a world-destroying high-pitched sound, and rolled all over the place, as if it had legs and could not be caught.
After quickly picking up the charger, she pressed her ear against the wall to listen to the movement next door.
No movement, good.
She returned to bed, put on her headphones, clicked to play the radio drama, and was about to put her phone down when she saw a message on WeChat and picked it up again.
ForU: "Did you fall off the bed?"
He had heard it after all. Tang Ke was ashamed.
Tank: "I accidentally dropped something. Did it disturb your sleep?"
"I'm sorry.jpg"
ForU: "No, I didn't fall asleep either."
Tank: "Are you also particular about your bed? Do you want to listen to something to help you sleep?"
"This method works for me, I fall asleep instantly."
ForU: "Okay, what should I listen to? Please recommend."
Tank: "No, the Crispy Duck dual-male lead radio drama I listened to is not suitable for you."
ForU: "Never mind, I can probably guess what it is."
These two sentences appeared in the chat box at the same time, and Tang Ke couldn't help but laugh. He really understood her. Nothing she could recommend was not unorthodox. Of course, she also understood some of the things that were in line with the norm.
Tank: "Just try any sleep-inducing audio, like nail tapping, squeezing a sponge, touching a microphone, talking in a breathy voice, etc. Keyword: ASMR."
After posting this, she long-pressed the voice button, tapping the phone screen with her fingernails, rubbing the quilt, and finally said in a breathy voice: "This is ASMR."
send.
Three minutes later, Fu Yu replied.
ForU: "Thank you, I almost fell asleep just now."
Tang Ke put down his phone contentedly, and the rebellious Crispy Duck dual-male lead radio drama was slowly playing in his ears.
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