After I was reborn, I found out that my husband had a crush on me

The ring was very finely crafted, with a circle of strange-shaped patterns floating on it, and the names of Zhou Yu and Fang Yan were also tattooed inside the ring.

It can be seen that it is a very careful ring.

It was rare for Zhou Yu to be silent this time, Fang Yan fidgeted and explained: "I... this ring was designed by myself. I remember that you don't like fancy things, so the design is relatively simple. It doesn't matter if you don't like it. , I, I can design again, anyway, my job is painting and design, and I usually have a lot of time..."

He talked incoherently for a long time, and he didn't know what he was talking about, so he peeked at Zhou Yu's reaction anxiously.

However, Zhou Yu stared at the ring with heavy eyes, half of his eyelashes drooping, and Fang Yan couldn't understand his emotions.

Suddenly, Zhou Yu sighed very lightly, Fang Yan's heart tightened, and the voice of self-doubt in his heart grew louder.

Does Zhou Yu not want to get married now at all?

The relationship between them hasn't reached the point of talking about marriage, has it?

Is Zhou Yu angry?

Am I being too reckless?

Did I mess up an otherwise enjoyable outing?

Should I now...

Zhou Yu suddenly pulled him over with unprecedented strength. With a calm voice, he asked Fang Yan word by word: "Tell me, what does this ring mean?"

Fang Yan felt that his hands were trembling slightly, and when he took a closer look, it seemed that bloodshot eyes appeared in Zhou Yu's eyes. He suddenly seemed to be stepping on the ground, and suddenly he was not nervous.

Fang Yan shook his head: "I mean, I'm proposing to you!"

Zhou Yu clamped his chin, and kissed him hard. This time, the kiss was also unprecedentedly rough. Zhou Yu had an outlet to vent his turbulent emotions, and the kiss was heavy and deep.

After a while, Fang Yan's lips became red and swollen, and he slid down in a dizzy state. In his confusion, he seemed to vaguely feel Zhou Yu pulling his hand.

Zhou Yu caged his hand and half-forced Fang Yan to put the ring on himself.Then he pressed the back of Fang Yan's head with his ring-wearing hand, and continued to kiss Fang Yan fiercely, as if he wanted to tear Fang Yan into his stomach.

Between lips and teeth, Zhou Yu repeated in a low voice: "We're getting married, Yanyan, we're getting married."

After the kiss that was so sweet that it was tortured, Fang Yan lay limply in Zhou Yu's arms, and Zhou Yu continued to stroke the top of his hair with the ring-wearing hand, from root to tip, The strength was just right, Fang Yan rubbed his palm weakly and comfortably.

Zhou Yu said in a low voice: "Little villain, you took the lead."

Fang Yan gave birth to the arrogance that Zhou Yu would be infinitely tolerant of no matter how noisy he was, he lay in Zhou Yu's arms and hummed to calm his breath, and then whispered: "I will propose first, so I am your husband, scream...cough, scream Husband, listen."

Zhou Yu's eyes became a little strange.

Well, he took back his previous thought that Fang Yan could be as willful as he wanted.The only problem is the ups and downs, Zhou Yu has to defend his dignity as an iron-blooded pure one.

"Okay," Zhou Yu picked up Fang Yan horizontally, and walked out, "I'll let you see if you're injured, and then you can listen to as many sounds as you want."

"Really?" Fang Yan didn't expect that Zhou Yu could be kissed for a long time by teasing Zhou Yu with the cat's tail. How could he be so easy-going today?

Could it be that Zhou Yu couldn't bear his pain, so he decided to give him the chance to be 1?

Fang Yan's thoughts drifted further and further, and he even began to think about the basic movement of doing 1.

Looking down at his erratic little eyes, Zhou Yu knew that this guy had already started to daydream, so he was not in a hurry to explain, and he held him steadily and kicked open the arena gate.

It was only then that Fang Yan came to his senses: "Let's just go there like this? I'm really fine. I can go by myself. This is not very good..."

Fang Yan felt embarrassed when he thought that he might be scrutinized by the arena staff in various ways later.

Zhou Yu flickered solemnly: "Aren't you going to do 1? Why don't you have the guts?"

Fang Yan finally realized what was wrong, but Zhou Yu didn't show any emotion, and Fang Yan didn't know what Zhou Yu wanted to do.

He tilted his head suspiciously to observe Zhou Yu's expression, but Zhou Yu smiled impeccably, so Fang Yan gave up.

Zhou Yu walked all the way to the medical room with the conflicting eyes of the arena staff who wanted to see but didn't dare to look. After entering the door, he coaxed Fang Yan with a low smile: "Okay, you can put your hands down."

Only then did Fang Yan put down his hand covering his face, and Zhou Yu put him on the hospital bed.

At that moment, it seemed that time and space traveled. The two encounters between middle school and university campus many years ago seemed to be stained with a faint smell of disinfectant, which was not unpleasant for Zhou Yu and Fang Yan, but full of memories.

They were all stunned for a moment, until the doctor hurried over: "How is the patient? Where is the injury?"

Seeing Zhou Yu's posture, the doctor guessed that Fang Yan had either been hit on the head or had a broken leg, so he quickly treated him with 12 points of energy.

In the end, after a careful inspection from head to toe, it was found that Fang Yan's skin was not scratched, and he was greatly relieved.

He didn't dare to make complaints about Zhou Yu, such as "there are too many things". The person Zhou Yu brought - this looks like the proprietress - if something happened to their arena, no one would be able to afford it. responsibility.

It's fine, everything will be fine.

The doctor sent him out respectfully, and Fang Yan, who was angry and funny, dragged Zhou Yu forward with his head buried.

There is no way, this is too embarrassing, after a long time of hard work, Fang Yan's oily skin is not scratched.

Seeing that Fang Yan was about to go to the court again, Zhou Yu grabbed his shoulders and turned him around in time: "If you like to play, come back next time. Go to the lounge to take a shower and change your clothes."

"Oh." Fang Yan turned around unwillingly, and cast a hesitant glance at Zhou Yu, as if he wanted him to fulfill his promise of "calling her husband", but now that his overheated brain had cooled down a bit, he was not ashamed to speak.

Zhou Yu also looked like he had forgotten, and took him to the lounge.

Fang Yan carried his clothes into the bathroom, and when he was about to close the door, Zhou Yu squeezed in behind him.

Fang Yan said blankly: "Brother Yu, what are you doing here? Is there anything else?"

Zhou Yu locked the door: "Me? I'll fulfill the promise."

The lock piece closed with a crisp click sound, echoing in the luxurious bathroom. Fang Yan seemed to understand something, and his whole body tensed up instantly, and he stared at Zhou Yu with wide eyes.

Zhou Yu looked at him from top to bottom with a warm gaze: pursed lips, fingers unconsciously clutching the clothes, sweat soaking the slender waistline outlined by the material.

Like a lion on the African savannah staring at its prey, Fang Yan was overwhelmed by this dangerous gaze, subconsciously took half a step back.

This action was like a signal. In the next second, Zhou Yu took the clothes in his hand and threw them aside, and walked over step by step. The sense of oppression caused by the height difference was extremely strong at this moment.

With a "crash", the shower was turned on by Zhou Yu, and the warm water drenched the two of them instantly.

Fang Yan leaned back in Zhou Yu's arms. From Zhou Yu's angle, he could see his wet eyelashes in clusters, and the line of his side face formed by clenched teeth.

Zhou Yu clung to his ear, calling "husband" hoarsely and jokingly, and every time "husband" hit Fang Yan's eardrum, it could make him shiver slightly.

"Don't... woo, don't shout..."

"Huh? Don't want to hear it?"

"I don't want to...don't want to hear..."

So Zhou Yu laughed heavily, and said softly, "Okay."

The movements of his hands were not very gentle.

The ring on Zhou Yu's hand gradually became scorching hot.

It wasn't until a certain moment that Fang Yan let out a vague sob from his throat, and Zhou Yu let go of his hand, allowing the water to flow through his fingers.

Fang Yan leaned back on Zhou Yu's shoulder in a daze, the tears falling from the corners of his crimson eyes fused with the hot water from the shower.

It took a long time for Fang Yan to regain his composure.

The water temperature is relatively high, but there is another hotter existence that strongly highlights the presence.

Fang Yan picked up the clothes on the side, dripped out of the bathroom, rushed into another bathroom without looking back, and quickly locked the door with his backhand.

Zhou Yu shook his head helplessly and dotingly.

An hour later, Zhou Yu wore the uniform prepared for him by the arena, pushed open the bathroom door, and saw Fang Yan curled up on the sofa in a daze, the rosy color of his eyes and cheeks had not faded.

Zhou Yu stretched out his ring-wearing hand and shook it in front of his eyes: "Yanyan."

Fang Yan shuddered in reaction, he couldn't look at his hand wearing the ring, his eyes seemed to be burned by flames, he quickly looked away, and stammered: "What are you doing..."

"Let's go." Zhou Yu pulled his wrist, and the ring was pinched on his wrist bone. Fang Yan couldn't help shrinking his hand, and Zhou Yu held it tighter.

On the way home, Fang Yan seemed to have been deprived of his language ability out of thin air. Zhou Yu trembled badly at the slightest touch.

On the contrary, Zhou Yu looked in a good mood, looking at Fang Yan with a drowned smile in his eyes.

"Why are you so afraid?" Zhou Yu even had the leisure to tease him, "Did I hurt you when I...?"

Fang Yan shook his head subconsciously: "It doesn't hurt."

In the next second, he realized what he had said, and lowered his head even lower.

"Really? Then why are you crying?" Zhou Yu took a belly full of bad water from the bathroom, and it was clanging arrogantly at this moment.

"I..." Fang Yan stammered pitifully, not knowing how to answer.

"It doesn't hurt, so it's comfortable?" Zhou Yu asked solemnly.

Fang Yan nodded and shook his head again, begging Zhou Yu in a low voice: "Stop talking about brother Yu, please..."

Zhou Yu smiled and rubbed his head: "I'm sorry, I won't talk about it."

"Don't be sorry..." Fang Yan couldn't hear Zhou Yu's apology, and said in a very low voice, "I volunteered... I'm just... a little nervous..."

Zhou Yu was stunned, and his heart was full of love and affection: "Okay."

The author has something to say: I didn’t do it, I just posted the ring and Fang Xiaoyan for a while~

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