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The night was deep, and all was silent.
When Fu Weiheng came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, Su Wan was already asleep, curled up with her back to him. Her long hair cascaded over the black-and-white checkered sheets, and she slept soundly.
In the quiet bedroom, her breathing was steady and light.
Fu Weiheng walked softly to the bedside and glanced at the clock on the dresser.
1:48
He gently lifted the corner of the blanket and sat on the bed, about to turn off the wall lamp when suddenly, the phone on the dresser buzzed with a new message.
Fu Weiheng glanced at Su Wan, who was still fast asleep, reached for the phone, and unlocked the screen—
Jiang Zhi Yan: Neil, my aunt is coming back to the country tomorrow.
Fu Weiheng stared at the message for a moment before replying and turning off the light to lie down.
He adjusted the blanket and stretched his long arm around her neck, gently pulling her into his embrace. Su Wan furrowed her brow slightly in her sleep, moved a bit in his arms, found a comfortable position, and buried herself against his chest, falling back into a deep sleep.
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The next morning, Su Wan woke up naturally.
When she awoke, she was lying in Fu Weiheng's arms. She lifted her chin and looked up at his familiar sleeping face.
“……”
Awkward
She had actually fallen asleep so comfortably in Deity's bed again... It seemed she was becoming more and more unrestrained, getting addicted to sleeping like this...
She shifted slightly, pulling away from his embrace. As she lifted the blanket to get up, just as one foot touched the ground, she felt a tight grip on her wrist. Fu Weiheng's low voice came through in a husky tone: “Where are you going?”
Su Wan turned to see him with sleepy eyes, clearly still half-asleep, and softly said, "Get up."
The person under the blanket turned slightly to glance at the alarm clock on the cabinet, then without saying a word, pulled her down from the bed and into his arms. "It's only seven. Let's sleep a bit more."
Su Wan replied, "I can't sleep anymore."
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt the person beside her move, his long legs pressing down on her body as he leaned over. "If you can't sleep, let's do something meaningful."
Su Wan was startled, feeling the hardness pressed against her waist. Her face suddenly flushed red, and in the next second, she tightly closed her eyes. "I'm... I'm asleep."
Fu Weiheng couldn't help but chuckle, leaning down to peck her lips before rolling back to lie down and continue sleeping while holding her.
With him causing such a commotion, Su Wan didn't dare to move at all. After a short while nestled in his arms, she fell asleep again.
When she woke up again, the space beside her was already empty. The sunlight was bright and somewhat blinding as it streamed into the bedroom.
Su Wan squinted her eyes and after a moment of adjustment, glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside.
9:15
Instinctively, she sat up in bed and after a while realized that the group had started their holiday today until the second of next month, which made her breathe a sigh of relief.
Outside came the sound of footsteps approaching. Su Wan turned her head to see Fu Weiheng standing at the door looking refreshed. He gently said, "Wash up and come have breakfast."
Su Wan ran her fingers through her hair and replied, "Oh."
After washing up and stepping out of the room, she caught a strong aroma of porridge. Su Wan touched her slightly deflated belly and tiptoed into the kitchen.
She looked at the beautifully presented food on the table and was somewhat surprised. "Did you make this?"
Fu Weiheng handed her a bowl and chopsticks, saying lightly, "I bought it downstairs."
Su Wan responded with silence.
"Do you want to eat out or at home for lunch?" He peeled a tea egg and casually placed it in her bowl.
Eat at home?
Su Wan paused with the spoon she was using to scoop the congee, her eyes brightening. "If we eat at home, will you cook?"
Fu Weiheng wiped his hands with a tissue, raising an eyebrow and giving her a subtle look. "Do you think that's possible?"
Do you think it's possible for me, a noble violinist, to cook?
Su Wan suppressed a laugh and muttered softly, "...Clearly, you can't cook."
Fu Weiheng: "..."
Fu Weiheng shook his phone. "Takeout."
Su Wan took a bite of the tea egg. "Is there a supermarket nearby?"
Fu Weiheng replied, "There's one nearby. Why?"
Su Wan said, "...To buy groceries and cook."
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