Chapter 370: 354 Hold tight to the sugar daddy’s leg, no more recording [4 updates]
When he said this, there was no difference from usual.
It was still that flippant tone, drawn out with a hook at the end.
The light scent of jade and agarwood spread at the tip of her nose, twining around her fingertips.
Ying Zijin looked up at him.
That feeling became even clearer, as if it had leaped out of her chest.
After a while, Ying Zijin spoke, “You’re too big.”
Fu Yunshen’s expression paused slightly, “What?”
“I can’t hold you with one hand, it’s uncomfortable when turning over,” Ying Zijin glanced at him, “What were you thinking?”
Fu Yunshen’s taut back relaxed as he propped his forehead and chuckled softly, “Nothing.”
His thoughts were becoming more and more improper.
“It’s half past ten, time for bed,” said Fu Yunshen as he walked over, helped her shut the laptop, “Yaoyao, go get some rest.”
Ying Zijin showed no expression.
She felt that if he didn’t act like her father for one day, he would be restless all over.
Fu Yunshen took off his jacket, “May I use the bathroom?”
“Mhm.”
Ying Zijin turned over, clearly not wanting to pay him any attention.
By the time Fu Yunshen came out of the bathroom, Ying Zijin had fallen asleep.
He looked down, glanced at the quilt on the floor, then slowly picked it up and placed it on the bed.
He called out very softly again.
“Yaoyao?”
The girl was sleeping deeply and didn’t respond.
Fu Yunshen then picked her up, placed her inside the bed, and then got into bed himself.
The bed indeed was large, fitting three people wouldn’t be a problem.
After lying down beside Ying Zijin, Fu Yunshen found himself without any sleepiness.
He took out his phone and made a video call.
The call connected with Yu Xuesheng.
Fu Yunshen began to speak but made no sound, “I heard you dumped a girl on my young friend and ran off yourself?”
Yu Xuesheng could read lips, sometimes they would use lip reading to communicate.
“No other choice,” Yu Xuesheng didn’t ask why he was using lip reading, “I should be back by the end of the month.”
After a pause, he added, “This time it’s up to you, your illness is basically cured. I always thought you were incapable of love.”
Fu Yunshen’s peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and he grinned, “Love, incapable?”
Yu Xuesheng clearly knew these words could cause misunderstanding, “The incapability I’m talking about isn’t physical, it’s psychological.”
“Because of that experience from your childhood, you have a hard time—no, you definitely won’t fall for anyone. Simply put, you lack the ability to love someone.”
Fu Yunshen fell silent for a moment, “She is beloved.”
“That is the reason your illness could be cured,” Yu Xuesheng smiled lightly, “It’s such a pity, I really missed out on a financial income. You were a big patron.”
Fu Yunshen didn’t respond to this jab, his attention was drawn to the trees behind Yu Xuesheng, “Are you in the tropical rainforest?”
“Yes, your call timing is really impeccable,” Yu Xuesheng replied calmly, “I just escaped a wild man’s pursuit.”
“Then hang up, keep on being chased by wild men.”
“…”
After ending the call, Fu Yunshen turned his head and glanced at the sleeping girl.
He smiled silently; even the most violent emotions could calm down at this moment.
She was his light, and his medicine.
Just then, Ying Zijin stirred quite a bit, turning over.
Fu Yunshen’s eyelashes fluttered, his body immediately sprang into action.
He quickly got out of bed.
Turning around, he found that Ying Zijin hadn’t woken up; she had simply kicked off the quilt.
“…”
Resignedly, Fu Yunshen picked up the quilt Ying Zijin had kicked off and covered her with it.
The next morning.
Ying Zijin woke up.
She had slept very well the previous night.
She rubbed her eyes and saw the man leaning against the window, “Commander, you haven’t left?”
Fu Yunshen turned around, looked down at her with a lazy smile, “Yaoyao, really heartless.”
Only he himself knew how many times she kicked off the quilt last night and how many times he had covered her back.
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