“Good to know.” Only then was Fu Jingting satisfied and released her face, then took her hand and got up, “Not even sleeping at this hour, are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?”
Rongshu shook her head, “No, I won’t eat, I’ll gain weight, I’m not hungry either, but you, you just came back from work, are you hungry?”
“No, I’m not hungry.” Fu Jingting also shook his head.
Rongshu snorted, “Since you’re not hungry, then let’s pack up and go to bed, you’ve been tired all day, you should be sleepy too, right? Look at you, you’ve got dark circles under your eyes.”
She pointed at his eyelids.
Fu Jingting raised his hand and touched it, then gave a careless laugh, “It’s not serious.”
“It’s not serious, you haven’t slept for over thirty-six hours.” Rongshu pursed her lips, slightly unhappy.
Fu Jingting shrugged his shoulders.
It was only thirty-six hours.
He had often gone without sleep for two or three days in the past.
But his instincts told him not to say those words, or he would definitely anger her later.
Not knowing what the man beside her was thinking, Rongshu pushed the man in the direction of the bathroom, “Well, hurry up, wash up and go to bed, it’s really late.”
“Okay, I’m on my way.” Fu Jingting twisted his head, his eyes gentle with a smile as he looked at the woman behind him and answered.
After pushing Fu Jingting into the bathroom, Rong Shu clapped her hands together and turned around to go back to her room, lying down half against the head of the bed.
She then stretched out her hand and picked up the crystal ball on the bed and shook it twice before holding it in her hand, looking at the snowflakes flying inside the crystal ball, her red lips slightly hooked up and a light smile lifted on her face.
Earlier, after returning from the dim sum shop, she had been in a heavy mood, and all she could think about in her mind was her strange care for Gu Yaotian and his wife.
She didn’t know why her attitude towards Gu Yaotian and his wife had changed so much, so it made her irritable and distressed, and her whole being began to take a bull by the horns, wondering why.
But the more she wanted to know, the more she couldn’t figure it out, and then she sat alone on the sofa and launched into a daze until Fu Jingting came back.
The good thing is that after Fu Jingting’s enlightenment, she is now in a much better mood, and the strange concern she has for Gu Yaotian and his wife has also faded.
Perhaps he was really right in saying that her strange concern for Gu Yaotian and his wife was really just because she was soft-hearted, because she was prone to empathy.
And she did hope it was for that reason and nothing else, otherwise
As she was thinking, the door to the room was suddenly pushed open.
Fu Jingting came in wearing a loose bathrobe, revealing a toned and perfect chest, which was tight and silky, looking sexually, sensual and full of the seductive power that belonged to men alone.
At the moment, as he walked, he used a towel to wipe his wet hair, the tips of which were still dripping, dripping down into his robe on his shoulders and disappearing.
Rongshu put the crystal ball back and stopped leaning lazily on the bed, sitting up straight and looking up at him, “Why did you come in without blow-drying your hair?”
“Wanted to keep you company.” Fu Jingting walked to the bedside and sat down, spitting out three words.
Rongshu rolled her eyes, “Who wanted your company?”
“It’s me who wants to keep you company.” Fu Jingting said as he looked at her.
Rongshu cried and laughed, “Alright, alright, give me the towel, I’ll wipe it for you.”
“Mm.” Fu Jingting responded and handed the towel over.
Rongshu sat on her knees behind him and gently wiped up his hair.
The man’s hair was very dark and soft, and felt like silk.
As she rubbed and stroked it, Rongshu couldn’t help but love it.
But as she touched it, Rongshu suddenly saw a small scar on his scalp inside his hair, actually a stitch.
It wasn’t long, just almost two centimetres or so, but it looked like it had several stitches.
And looking at the extent of the scar, it seemed to be some years old.
Rongshu stopped the movement in her hand, frowned with a nice frown and gently touched the scar with her finger, heartache written all over her small face, “This scar, where did it come from?”
Her voice was a little dry.
Obviously, this scar, it made her a little uncomfortable.
Fu Jingting opened his eyes and felt the spot she was touching, so he knew which scar she was asking about, and lightly opened his thin lips to say, “Jing Lin accidentally smashed it when he was a child.”
“Fu Jinglin smashed it?” Rongshu’s voice rose.
Fu Jingting gave a hint, “At that time, Jing Lin was still young, only three years old, he was very naughty and liked to throw things around, I came in from outside and was hit by a cup he threw at me.”
Rongshu touched this scar, the expression on her small face was slightly sunken, “I thought you had experienced something else to leave this scar, but I didn’t expect that it was actually caused by Fu Jinglin, he really has been disliked by people and dogs since he was a child.”
Fu Jingting was put in a happy mood by her disgusting words, “That’s a good point.”
“Okay, sit down and wipe your hair, what are you moving around for? Don’t blame me if I pull my scalp later.” Rongshu patted the man’s shoulder.
The man obediently sat down and sat up straight, just like the army, looking more or less serious and cute.
Soon after his hair was dried, Rongshu picked up the blow dryer again and blew Fu Jingting’s hair.
The man’s hair was not long, plus it was semi-dry, so it dried even faster.
Rongshu put the hairdryer into the drawer at the foot of the bed.
Just after she put it away, a figure came down from above and pinned her down on the bed.
When Rongshu looked up, Fu Jingting happened to be staring at her, his dark eyes were even darker, as if they were two black holes that were about to suck one’s soul in.
The man’s breath was slightly heavy, his hot breath hitting Rong Shu’s face, his eyes, his gaze like a wolf staring at Rong Shu’s red lips.
Rongshu looked at the man’s head that was pa*sing downwards, knowing what the man wanted to do, and raised her head to place the man’s forehead against it, stopping the man from continuing to lower his head.
The man was stunned, obviously not expecting to be stopped halfway.
He looked at the man beneath him, his eyes clearly a little confused and uncomprehending, as if he didn’t understand, why she was stopping himself.
Rongshu’s red lips opened slightly, revealing her white teeth and pink tongue inside.
She looked at him and shook her head slightly, “No, you haven’t slept since yesterday, aren’t you tired?”
He actually wanted to do something with her.
However, Fu Jingting also shook his head, his voice was hoarse and sensual as he said, “No, I’m not tired.”
The first thing you need to do is to get some sleep. You’re already thirty, not a young man in his twenties, how long can your body withstand the torment?”
Fu Jingting’s pupils trembled.
She said he was thirty again.
He knew he was already thirty, but was thirty really old?
Didn’t they say that a man was a flower at thirty?
That was the golden age of a man, but how come with her, it felt like thirty was too old?
For a moment, Fu Jingting felt a bit battered.
The first thing you need to do is to get some sleep, you need to sleep, you know?”
Fu Jingting’s thin lips pursed slightly, “Am I very old?”
He asked.
Rongshu blinked, “What?”
“You just said I’m thirty, no more than twenty something.” Fu Jingting stared sideways at the woman intently, “So, do you think I’m old?”
Rongshu cried and laughed, “I didn’t say you were old, I just said that a thirty year old man’s physical fitness is indeed not as vigorous as that of his twenties, so you can’t think that because you’re only thirty and still young, you don’t take your body seriously, I’m also doing this for your own good, you know?”