Before dawn, Fu Tingyuan woke up from his dreamland.

Outside the window, the morning light is slightly exposed, the time is about five or six o'clock, a small piece of beige flannel curtain with white tassels is opened, and the sunlight shining in from the window is sweet blue, which is a bit obscure and dim transparent color.

His body was heavy, his arms were so heavy that he could hardly lift him up, and his head ached like wind again and again.

He lay in bed and felt his body for a while, waiting for the sensation to come back. Only then did he feel the tender body temperature attached to his side.

Fu Tingyuan sat up tired from the bed with his head propped up. His loose black bathrobe slipped down. He realized that there was no trace on his body. With his eyes closed, he reached for the woman curled up in the quilt.

A white and beautiful face emerged from his long hair. Fu Tingyuan's eyes darkened. He did not show mercy. He directly threw people down with quilts. Then he walked out of bed, opened the bathroom door and closed the door behind his hand.

Bai Xuesheng woke up as soon as he sat up from the bed.

But she didn't expect that Fu Tingyuan would throw her out of bed so directly.

She sat on the quilt, looked up at the closed bathroom door and pursed her lips slightly.

Half an hour later, the man who had cleaned up came out of the bathroom. He took a bath and changed his bathrobe. His hair was still flowing, and his face was cold and gloomy.

He went over to pick up the hair dryer, and saw Bai Xuesheng sitting on the ground. His eyes were gloomy, "I thought you would know how to get out."

It was the first time in so many years that he spoke to her in such a cold voice.

Bai Xuesheng gently clenched the hem of her pajamas, pursed her red lips and did not speak.

Fu Tingyuan turned on the hair dryer. Without looking at her, he went to the window and began to blow his hair.

Bai Xuesheng rose slowly from the ground. She went over and stood behind Fu Tingyuan. She put her hand around his waist and put her face on his back.

Fu Tingyuan's voice came over coldly: "we didn't have anything last night. I don't want to fight women. Now get out of here

"Tingyuan..." Her voice trembled, "I'm sorry I just like you so much. Sorry Sorry... "

"Like me?" Fu Tingyuan laughed and turned to look at her. There was a dark and cold shadow in his eyes, like a sea covered by dark clouds, full of depression and gloom. When Bai Xuesheng thought of his warm and moving eyes last night, his heart began to shrink.

If she had not tasted his extreme tenderness, she might not have been so jealous.

He used to look at ronanchu with such gentle eyes. He could have been so gentle that people could not help indulging in it.

She thought that he had been very good to her, but after tasting his tenderness to luonanchu, Fu Tingyuan's kindness to her was just ordinary.

It's just a small compensation for a woman who is guilty.

"What you like is to give me medicine at my birthday party," he said, squeezing her chin and smiling coolly. "And then you try to make me responsible for you in this way

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