Fu Yingcheng felt a subtle itch in his heart, as if the untrodden white snow had been imprinted with the footprints of a wild cat.
He seemed.
finally.
Raise her to maturity.
Ji Fanling noticed that Fu Yingcheng stood beside her for a few seconds, and slowly turned his head.
In his field of vision were the straight trousers of his suit, looking up to meet the man's dark gaze.
...It seems that he is speechless to her.
Ji Fanling slowly got up: "...Wash now."
Fu Yingcheng watched her movements and paused: "If you are tired, go take a bath."
Ji Fanling was stunned: "Ah? "
Fu Yingcheng turned around and left, saying quietly: "The water has been put away, it will be a waste if you don't wash it."
*
Ji Fanling had long noticed that Fu Yingcheng's bathtub seemed to have a smart constant temperature, but he never used it. It has taken a bath and doesn't know how to take a bath.
Fu Yingcheng suddenly asked her to take a bath. Could it be because he thought she was pickled by the food stall?
Ji Fanling raised his arm and sniffed hard. He felt that he could smell the smoke, so he poured some into the bathtub. The shower gel was used to remove the smell, and then he straightened his limbs and slowly relaxed.
Under the orange light, warmth rises with the heat.
Don't say it.
It's quite comfortable.
...
half an hour later.
Fu Yingcheng finished the phone call at work and passed by the bathroom. Seeing that the light inside was still on, he stopped and knocked on the door: "Don't soak for too long."
There was dead silence inside.
There was no reply, not even the sound of water.
Fu Yingcheng frowned and raised his voice: "Are you still washing?"
After two or three seconds, a dull "Huh?" finally came from inside.
The girl usually has a cold voice, but when she is not on guard, her voice is unexpectedly soft, as if someone has woken her up from her sleep, filled with moist moisture.
Fu Yingcheng's eyebrows were slightly relaxed, and he lowered his eyes and said calmly: "Don't sleep in the bathtub, get up."
The sound of water in the bathroom was very light and far away, and the movement stirred up a hazy sound of water.
A sleepy voice said: "...Oh."
Fu Yingcheng took back his hand, turned around and walked away.
Just two steps away, a heavy muffled sound suddenly came from behind the door.
Then there was a crackling sound of bottles and cans.
Fu Yingcheng's eyes darkened, he strode back, knocked on the door and asked, "What happened?"
No one answered.
"Ji Fanling?...Ji Fanling?!" The emotions in his voice gradually lost control.
There was a rapid and forceful knock on the door, but there was still no response from inside.
Fu Yingcheng's face was terrifyingly cold.
He pressed the doorknob, released it, and glanced hastily around him.
There's nothing to use it for.
In desperation, the man took off his glasses with one hand and threw them aside. He hooked his tie with the other hand and pulled it loose. He covered his eyes with the tie and quickly tied it tightly behind his head.
Then without hesitation, he pushed the door open and entered.
Chapter 18 Jealousy
After blindfolding, only darkness remains.
After pushing the door open, the warm and humid water vapor in the bathroom and the smell of Daisy shower gel hit your face.
Fu Yingcheng groped for her while calling her name, opened two or three bath bottles, touched her soaked hair on the ground beside the bathtub, and immediately hugged her knees.
The weight in his arms was so light that it made people stunned.
As soon as Ji Fanling came out of the closed and stuffy bathroom and the slightly cooler air blew outside, she woke up.
My head is still dizzy, as if the world is spinning.
But she vaguely realized that she was either suffering from low blood sugar or low blood pressure.
The bath was so comfortable that she fell into a deep sleep. She heard Fu Yingcheng calling her not to sleep, and she wanted to get out as soon as she got up.
He stood up too quickly, and as soon as he stepped out of the bathtub with one foot, his vision went dark the next second and he fell down.
The consciousness in other parts of the body also slowly recovered.
My knees ached and my elbows ached.
He probably hit the bathtub and the floor when he fell down.
The heavy wet hair was pushed aside.
The cool air rushed in, and I woke up a little more.
Who is holding her?
...
Ji Fanling opened his eyes.
What comes into view is the familiar living room, with a gray and cool-toned sofa. The person sitting on the sofa is wearing a crisp white shirt. Silver-rimmed glasses are folded up and inserted into the chest pocket. The pulled collar is slightly open, revealing The outline of the edge of the chest.
The navy blue tie he was originally wearing covered the upper half of his face, covering his eyes.
The straight bridge of his nose held up the lower edge of his tie, casting a small dark shadow.
He easily supported her entire head with one palm, and slightly bent the knuckles of the other hand, as if he were just brushing her hair away. His index finger came close and gently touched the tip of her nose.
It was as if she was checking to see if there was anything blocking her breathing.
Ji Fanling froze.
Shame swept over me like a landslide and a tsunami.
She could get dizzy no matter how hard she took a bath. She even fainted when she was brought to Fu Ying's house, where he found her and rescued her without even putting on her clothes!
he! mom! of!
What is this? !
She sat on Fu Yingcheng's lap! red! body! bare! body! Still leaning in his arms!
Ji Fanling instinctively wanted to cover her body, and weakly blocked her chest and body with her hands. She felt like a chicken with its feathers plucked on the chopping board.
Fu Yingcheng felt it immediately when she moved like this, and said in a hoarse voice: "Are you awake?"
Ji Fanling twitched his fingers: "..."
It was true.
For a moment.
She wanted to die immediately.
Before she could answer, Fu Yingcheng's eyebrows furrowed even more tightly. Ji Fanling didn't know what he was thinking. She only saw that he stood still for two seconds, then suddenly pressed the back of her head and leaned closer. .
People who have lost their vision often have trouble judging distances.