Dyed

Chapter 329 Why don't we try?

Ming Chengyou pressed his arms sideways, and he didn't mind sleeping on the same bed.

Now that the Wenxiang nephrite is in his arms but he can't touch it, he turned over and looked at Fu Ran's back, sighed softly, and walked over to him, slipping his hands into the quilt.

She was startled, and felt the man's body was very hot, trembling uncontrollably.

Fu Ran frowned, and patted the back of Ming Chengyou's hand, "It hurts."

He put his face against Fu Ran's back, and rubbed it carefully, "What should I do if I can't help it?"

The tone was helpless, and it was unbearable to refuse.

Fu Ran turned over to face Ming Chengyou, "How about I go to the guest room to sleep."

There is no part of his body that is not hot. Fu Ran is afraid that something will happen if this continues, "If it really doesn't work, get up and take a bath."

The blue veins on Ming Chengyou's forehead were strained, and he held her in his arms again with his hands, "Why don't we try?"

"No!" Fu Ran refused without hesitation.

Ming Chengyou was in so much pain that he clasped Fu Ran's hands by his side, "I promise I'll be fine."

How can Fu Ran let him go.

Ming Chengyou stretched her legs, she bent up hard, but her strength was still unable to reach him, "I can control it."

His body has moved.

Fu Ran supported his waist with her palm, and slid back against the silky mattress on her back, pushing Ming Chengyou away without much effort.

His handsome eyes were tightly closed, his body was pressed down, and he was panting violently, and he could feel the sound of each other's heartbeats where his chests touched.

The room was filled with darkness, and they couldn't see each other's faces clearly, but Fu Ran could still feel the hazy vision.

She hugged Ming Chengyou's back tightly, "Shall I tell you a story?"

The man closed his eyes tightly and said nothing.

"A long time ago, there was an old fisherman who lived by fishing every day. The old fisherman's family was very poor. Although he made a living by fishing, he had a strange habit of only catching four nets a day. Hit one more net."

Ming Chengyou slowly opened his eyes, his words were tired and weak, "Is there such a strange story?"

"I bought a book called The Arabian Nights, and I have to tell stories to my baby every night."

Ming Chengyou gradually calmed down after listening to Fu Ran's words. Her palm was light on his back. After a long while, the man couldn't help laughing, "Your action is like grooming a pet."

Thinking about it, Fang felt something was wrong, and he got himself involved.

Fu Ran pushed him and let him lie on his side, "Is it better?"

Ming Chengyou raised his arms in front of his eyes, his chest was still heaving, after a while, he suddenly turned over and stuffed Fu Ran into his arms.

She was taken aback, and her tone couldn't help but be harsh, "Are you still here?!"

Ming Chengyou bit her angrily, not hard, then let go of his hand and turned his back to Fu Ran.

The air was so quiet that only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard. Fu Ran pressed her face to Ming Chengyou's back, feeling that his body became stiff all of a sudden. She covered his chest with the quilt, "Go to sleep."

Ming Chengyou didn't move for a while, just holding Fu Ran's hand, pinching her phalanges and rubbing them lightly.

I don't know when he fell asleep. This so-called wedding night was at best a prelude. When Ming Chengyou woke up, he stretched his hands to the side, but failed to touch Fu Ran's body.

After washing up, I went downstairs. Fu Ran was preparing breakfast in the kitchen. The living room had been tidied up. Several large boxes were filled with unfinished food from yesterday and left at the door. When Ming Chengyou walked into the dining room, Fu Ran took the prepared food. Things are coming out one by one, "Get up."

"Just let the servant handle it, no wonder you got up so early."

Fu Ran took off the apron, "It's not heavy anyway, and proper exercise is good for the body."

Ming Chengyou walked over and put his arms around Fu Ran's waist, "Hey!"

"It's not good to moan early in the morning."

He buried his face in Fu Ran's neck, sniffing the fragrance of her morning bath, "The taste of abstinence is really uncomfortable. When I wake up from sleep, I feel like there are bugs crawling all over my body."

"Bugs?" Fu Ran said as a matter of course while serving the porridge, "Then shall I catch a bird for you to catch bugs?"

The corners of Ming Chengyou's mouth curled up into a smile, like a poppy with drug addiction, his voice was bright and cheerful, "I have birds on my body, but what should I do if there are insects crawling on the birds?"

The movement of Fu Ran's hands stopped, and his face slowly turned away, his expression changed from blank at first to surprise, and slowly, an inexplicable crimson color faded from his eyes, Ming Chengyou took a closer look, and saw that the back of her ears was red Blockbuster.

Fu Ran coughed twice, turned around and continued serving the porridge, "Go, sit on the side."

Ming Chengyou leaned over with his right arm propped on the edge of the table, looking sideways at Fu Ran from her side, "Sure enough, he is close to Zhu Zhechi, and he can show such a serious expression when he listens to such serious words."

The corner of Fu Ran's mouth almost couldn't help but burst into a smile, "I'm not too old, it's called spreading knowledge well."

Ming Chengyou pulled a chair and sat beside Fu Ran, staring at her slow movements.

This breakfast was extremely sumptuous, Ming Chengyou folded his hands and lay his arms on his side, so quiet and serene, he closed his eyes slightly, feeling that the sunlight coming in from the window was extraordinarily warm.

He reached out to hold Fu Ran, and she sat beside him.

"Today we have two tables of wine outside. When the time comes, we will go home and bring Dad over."

Fu Ran leaned against the back of the chair, "I'm afraid he won't."

"Try it."

She held the back of Ming Chengyou's hand with the other hand, "I'll go back and talk to Dad first, and we can go there together if possible."

"It's okay," Ming Chengyou smiled and put his arms around her shoulders, "Can I always avoid it in the future?"

Fu Ran was always worried, Ming Chengyou scooped up a spoonful of porridge and put it in his mouth.

"Chengyou."

He nodded as he ate.

"Shall we call Mom over?"

Ming Chengyou's eyes froze, but he raised his head and said, "Of course, Mom is going."

Fu Ran stared at him for a moment, "You know who I'm talking about."

Ming Chengyou pursed his thin lips, "I don't want to spoil the fun."

"The two of us didn't have a wedding, but we should not forget the proper etiquette. We will serve tea at that time. After all, she is your biological mother. Do you want this to be a regret in your hearts?"

Fu Ran tried to persuade him, but Ming Chengyou said after a long while, "It's up to you."

The two of them were eating breakfast when Li Yunling came. Fu Ran got up and opened the door. Ming Chengyou saw her and Housekeeper Xiao and complained, "What if we come here so early, what if we're still asleep?"

Li Yunling pointed at him, "There is no shape in the mouth."