The sky was dark, the moonlight gently penetrated, the room was quiet, without any sound, only the sparse sound of insects coming from outside.

Xia Mu turned over in a daze, and the sound of the door being gently pushed open from outside the room was heard, followed by the familiar footsteps.

A scent of fragrance came slowly, and Xia Mu was so tired that he couldn't even open his eyes. He smelled the fragrance and buried it in the quilt with a conditioned reflex to continue sleeping.

Someone slowly walked into the room, placed the cooked noodles on the bedside table, and reached out to pull off the desk lamp next to the bed.

Xia Mu was buried in the quilt motionless. After a moment, he felt someone going to bed. He gently hugged her with the quilt from behind, "Get up and eat before sleeping."

The cold voice was still a little hoarse, and it was particularly fascinating to hear it.

Xia Mu was soft and didn't even have the strength to answer. He shook his head gently and buried his head deeper into the quilt.

Song Fuxing took her from the quilt, bullying her too much, her eyes were red with tears, and her pink and tender look particularly pitiful.

He lowered his head and kissed her in the eye, "Aren't you hungry?"

Seeing that he was still moving her, Xia Mu raised his hand and pushed him weakly. His resentful voice seemed to be making a fuss, "Don't touch me, I'm so tired."

Song Fuxing really didn't move her anymore. He hugged her and watched quietly for a while, lowered his head and kissed her gently, then turned around and turned off the desk lamp, hugged her and fell asleep together.

Xia Mu didn't have the strength to hold him so tightly, and leaned against him and fell asleep in a blink of an eye.

When she woke up, she still felt sore all over.

She is such a fool, she believes what Song Fuxing said. If she has a short time of hard work, she is simply a lie and shameless!

She turned around slightly, felt the warm body temperature behind her, and then she realized that she was leaning on Song Fuxing's arm.

He slept next to her, and could see him when he opened his eyes. This was something she never dared to think about before.

She couldn't help but take a few more glances. He didn't have such aura that was so strange when he was asleep. His long straight eyelashes drooped slightly, casting a shadow under his eyes, making his sleeping face quiet and harmless, and he could not see the terrible posture on the bed at all.

This was the first time she saw him like this, which was completely different from his usual coldness and indifference. He seemed to be unable to hear his words when he talked to him.

She remembered that she didn't dare to move yesterday, and was even ashamed to see him.

She moved back carefully, and Song Fuxing hugged her hand slightly tightened. She subconsciously raised her head and met his gaze.

He woke up, so quickly!

The atmosphere was particularly quiet for a moment.

Xia Mu even stopped breathing, and suddenly he didn't know how to face him. After all, they had a dispute just a few days ago.

I haven't even met each other a few times, so I tried it together today, which makes me a little overwhelmed.

Who said that the bedside quarreled and the bed ended, her waist was almost broken, and the awkward atmosphere was still flowing between them, as unfamiliar as strangers.

Xia Mu moved slightly, quickly reached out and rubbed his waist, and a thin layer of redness rose on his face.

Song Fuxing noticed her movements and reached out to rub her. He looked at her for a long time before speaking, "What do you want to eat?"

Xia Mu only thought that this sleep seemed to have been sleeping for a long time, and his head was a little drowsy, "Is supper after?"

Upon hearing this, Song Fuxing raised his eyebrows slightly, reached out and pressed the curtain switch. The opaque curtain slowly opened, and the sunlight shone in through the floor-to-ceiling window, as if it was already morning.

He looked at Xia Mu's dull face and said calmly, "It's still early, it's only six o'clock."

Xia Mu was so panicked that he stood up suddenly, "I didn't go down to have supper yesterday, is it normal?"

The two of them stayed in the room and didn't even go to have dinner, which was really a lot of imagination.

Song Fuxing didn't care and helped her sit up slightly, "We are husband and wife, nothing is abnormal."

How could it be normal?!

It's so shameful now that I just came to his house for the second time, and I didn't go out with him. And when there was a big fight at their house, I felt embarrassed with my toes.

Xia Mu was so embarrassed that he almost wanted to drill a hole in the ground, "They must know, how should I go out to see people?"

"Everyone didn't have dinner together yesterday. It was normal for me to go on without going on. They wouldn't think so much."

Xia Mu breathed a sigh of relief and slowly got up. The quilt slowly slid down. The sunlight fell on her delicate and tender skin, with traces on it, which was particularly ambiguous.

Song Fuxing's eyes swept over her slightly.

Xia Mu was so scared that he pulled up the quilt with shame and embarrassedness. He quickly reached out to find clothes in the quilt, but he didn't get half of it and didn't know where he threw it.

Seeing that she was having difficulty groping, Song Fuxing reached out and pulled the quilt for her, "What are you looking for?"

Xia Mulen was confused by this action. Although the room was very warm, she couldn't help but shrink and a faint pink appeared all over her body.

"What are you doing?"

She blushed and her face trembled, reaching out to get the quilt, but Song Fuxing carried it over first.

Xia Mu was hugged by him and was so scared that she quickly shrank back. Her legs were still trembling, fearing that he would come again, "Don't want you to hug me!"

Song Fuxing frowned slightly, "Don't move around."

Xia Mu was locked in his arms and unable to move, and was a little scared and unable to break free. He hurriedly muttered, "Where is my clothes?"

Upon hearing this, Song Fuxing reached out and pulled the quilt to search, and then he saw the clothes at the corner of the bed, which were so wrinkled that they were dry with vegetables that they could not wear.

Xia Mu was so desperate that he was about to cry, "What should I do? You will definitely be seen when you wear it like this."

Song Fuxing obviously didn't expect this problem, and there was no such thing as her clothes here.

He got up and walked to the closet, took a shirt, "You wear mine first, and wait a while for someone to send you a piece of clothing."

Xia Mu reluctantly took his white shirt and put it on quickly while whispering shamelessly, "It's not okay to say that it's here, but you don't listen. If someone sends it over, you will definitely be discovered. I don't want it..."

Such a grievanced look was bullied so hard that he was bullied, and his voice was a little dumb. He wore a white shirt on his body, covering his thighs wide and wide, revealing his thin white straight legs, which looked particularly delicate.

"Don't be afraid, you won't be discovered." Song Fuxing lowered his head and kissed her lips, but he couldn't control himself as soon as he touched it.

Xia Mu was so scared that he leaned back slightly, and he turned around and hurriedly avoided, "I can't do it anymore, have a good rest today."

When Song Fuxing heard this, he leaned against her ears and did not mess around anymore. He just regretted letting her wear this way. After all, he was the one who was tortured.

Seeing that he heard this, Xia Mu hurriedly helped him get out of bed, and his calves were trembling. He couldn't help but look at Song Fuxing with resentment.

But he didn't notice it at all and was reaching for the clothes that were thrown away.

Xia Mu looked in a mess and had no idea what to do.

In addition, there was only one shirt on her body, which made her feel more and more secure. In order to avoid embarrassment, she reached out to pull the quilt and wanted to wrap it up, but a touch of red mark on the sheet was exposed.

Xia Mu quickly blocked the quilt, his face became hot, and he felt particularly guilty.

The light-colored bed sheets are particularly obvious, and the fool knows what they did yesterday?!

Xia Mu was about to collapse while pulling the quilt. Why did she fall into such an embarrassing situation? She was obviously a couple, but she was like an affair!

Seeing her expression of the sky falling, Song Fuxing reached out and pulled the quilt in her hand. When he saw the eye-catching red marks, he also paused slightly.

Xia Mu didn't want to see him anymore, so he was so embarrassed that he threw the quilt on his face, "Do you think of a way, this sheet cannot be discovered by people."

It doesn’t matter if the clothes are worn, but if the sheets cannot be hidden, they will definitely be discovered and they can only wash them. As for the person who washes, of course, they are the culprit.

Xia Mumao was by the door, watching Song Fuxing's white and slender hands rubbing the bed sheets, so ashamed that he was about to explode.

Also, because I was about to hurry up for breakfast, I appeared downstairs as if nothing had happened, and I felt anxious again.

She could no longer describe her current mood. She was like an ant on a hot pan, and she was about to jump into the middle of her anxious moment.

Song Fuxing was calm, which was in sharp contrast to her.

Xia Mu looked at Song Fuxing who was washing the bed sheet carefully in the mirror. He was so obedient that his hair was slightly drooping between his forehead, revealing the band-aid on the forehead. There was a strange contrast, like the three good students who had just returned from the group fight.

She remembered what he said, "It is impossible to divorce after getting married, and her heart felt a little warm and she tried her best to hold on to her.

She bit her lip, thought for a moment, and asked unfamiliarly, "Song Fuxing, what should you do with your grandfather?"

Song Fuxing looked up at the mirror, met her gaze, and then spoke for a moment: "It's just a moment of anger, and it's good if the anger is gone after a while."

How long will it take for a while, one year or two years, or it will be nowhere to be achieved.

Xia Mu only felt that there was a lot of crisis and wanted to have a bottom line in his heart, "How long will it take?"

"After ten months."

Xia Mu paused slightly, a little confused about why he knew the time so accurately. Will there be any difference in more than ten months?

"Is it really OK in ten months?"

Song Fuxing's eyes swept over her slightly, with a deep meaning in his eyes. He withdrew his gaze and his hands became more and more slower, "I will work hard, there will be no problem."

Xia Mu couldn't understand what he meant at all, and only vaguely felt something in his words.

After leaving the Song family, she and Song Fuxing resumed their normal husband-wife relationship.

But they never mentioned the conflicts that had happened before, just like a layer of window paper between them. Compared to the past, they were a little unfamiliar and... some physically, she was exhausted after spending two days of husband and wife with him.

Especially at night, the moment the moment the force was rising, it could ruin half of her life, making her more and more afraid to get close to him.

She didn't dare to work part-time with him. She would rather owe debts than get some rest, so she went to Daini's company and started the nine-to-five holiday.

As soon as she came up with a solution, Chen Wei came to the door, and she was pale and covered in stubbornness, completely no longer as her previous elite image.

When I saw her, I seemed to see a life-saving straw. "Xia Mu, can you help me say something nice to Song Fuxing?"
Chapter completed!