Chapter 109 Can You Be Nicer to Me?
"Lu Shiyu, I haven't taken a shower for three or four days." Fu Mingshuang pushed away his hand on her lips.
"Kittens often don't take baths. They just lick themselves clean when they get dirty. What's dirty about you? Let me help you..."
Fu Mingshuang pushed him away.
Lu Shiyu, who had just recovered from a serious illness, fell to the ground weakly, looking pitiful.
"Can you get up like this?" Fu Mingshuang asked with disgust, then squatted on the ground and tried to pull Lu Shiyu up.
"Do you think you can afford it?" Lu Shiyu looked down, and Fu Mingshuang was led by his gaze to look over.
It really can get up!
Dirty!
"Tsk!" Fu Mingshuang was helpless and angrily shook off his hand. "Lu Shiyu, when did you become so disgusting? Don't you feel burnt when you say that?"
Lu Shiyu grabbed Fu Mingshuang again and said, "You taught me all this step by step. What? You say it's okay, but I say it's not okay?"
"Yes, no!" Fu Mingshuang said arrogantly and unreasonably, "I said it and you can't say it! Be careful or I'll sue you for plagiarism. I fucking hate plagiarists the most!"
"Okay." Lu Shiyu was very straightforward. He gently lifted her chin, lowered his head, and kissed her lips.
Looking at the stunned Fu Mingshuang, Lu Shiyu patiently explained to her: "Kissing you was something I did from the beginning, so this doesn't count as plagiarism."
After saying that, he wanted to lower his head again, but was held back by Fu Mingshuang.
But he just held on, without cursing or slapping her. He just looked at her with bright eyes, as if looking for the answer.
Lu Shiyu met her gaze and said in a low voice, "Song Lang said you were crying."
Fu Mingshuang froze and subconsciously denied: "I didn't."
"He said you were squatting on the back stairs by yourself, crying loudly. It was so tragic." Lu Shiyu continued to speak.
Fu Mingshuang cursed inwardly. Song Lang was a very handsome guy, but why did he have such an unharmonious big mouth?
"It's nothing. If an ant dies, I will cry loudly." Fu Mingshuang is the toughest person in the world.
Lu Shiyu was a little annoyed with the stubborn woman in front of him and pinched the soft flesh on her waist:
"Fu Mingshuang, have you ever heard of the phrase 'surviving a catastrophe'? We have overcome death and are back together..."
His tone softened, sounding a little humble: "Can you be nicer to me?"
Fu Mingshuang, who was still held in Lu Shiyu's arms, felt her heart tremble inexplicably, as if a stone had hit a thin surface of ice and broken a hole.
Lu Shiyu sensed her change and didn't give her a chance to regret. He whispered, "Be good and listen."
His kiss fell again. He just wanted to touch the lips briefly, but he found that lips without lipstick could be so sweet, so he was reluctant to let go.
He kept tossing and turning on the softness that he had been thinking about day and night.
He thought about it when he was trapped in the ruins, thought about it when he thought he was about to die, and thought about it when he woke up and found that she was not by his side...
Until Song Lang secretly told him that Fu Mingshuang had come, and followed him regardless of everything in the name of family members...
He pulled out the IV tube from his hand and rushed to find her.
This time, Fu Mingshuang nestled in his arms, responding to him tenderly, not realizing that her eyes were slightly moist.
It was late at night, and the abandoned city fell into the quiet of the night. Homeless souls were still floating in the sky above the city, and the sobs of pain lingered.
Here too, there are two people who have suffered greatly, curled up in a quiet corner, carefully obtaining their own little sweetness.
Suddenly, the power in the makeshift rest area went out and everything was plunged into darkness.
Lu Shiyu's body tensed up. Fu Mingshuang sensed his discomfort and stood up from his arms, comforting him: "The power supply here is still unstable. It's a common thing."
She lit a candle on the desk: "It will probably take about ten minutes for the power to be restored."
Lu Shiyu looked at Fu Mingshuang's face in the candlelight. The lips he had touched seemed to have turned a little redder. He walked over to her and sat down, resting his head on her shoulder.
Very heavy...
"I told you, I'm not afraid of the dark."
The night of the earthquake was darker than it is now. At least now, there is light and you.
Lu Shiyu did not say this, instead he said:
"The night is long, are we really not going to do anything?"
"Do it, look at the candle!" Fu Mingshuang said stiffly.
"In that case, shouldn't you fulfill the promised reward?"
"Wasn't that just a reward?" Fu Mingshuang was confused.
"Kissing is the most normal communication between a couple. How can you say it's a reward?" Lu Shiyu said righteously.
"We're not really getting married," she muttered.
"I told you, our marriage is certified by the state. Who are you to question it?"
Fu Mingshuang was speechless. Lu Shiyu pinched her soft flesh again as if he was addicted.
"Tsk! Lu Shiyu! I told you not to do it! I was just afraid that if you got high, you'd get taken away for emergency treatment again, okay?!" Fu Mingshuang grinned at him.
"Then... can I change for other rewards?"
"Okay, okay, anything else is fine."
Lu Shiyu pondered for a moment, his expression becoming more serious before he slowly said, "When I was trapped, there are two things I regret very much."
"What's up?"
"One is that I haven't fully understood you yet. The Fu Mingshuang in my heart is not complete. So I want to know what happened to you..."
Lu Shiyu paused and said, "If you'd like, I'd like to see the way you came here."
"What's the meaning?"
"I want to know what happened to you with An Qian?"
An Qian...
The candlelight flickered, and before he spoke, his eyes were moistened by his memories...
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