Shen Jia Nian was no match for Fu Ji Chen in terms of physical strength. No matter how hard she struggled, it was useless, and she always ended up being carried into his bedroom by him.
The master bedroom on the third floor is more than three times the size of the guest room. It is fully equipped with all facilities, showing luxury and style everywhere, and even has a wine cabinet and bar.
The air is filled with a light woody aroma, mixed with a hint of tea. Fu Jichen loves drinking and drinking tea.
All the way into the inner room, Shen Jianian looked at the big bed. There were a few wrinkles on the dark blue sheets. The image of Fu Jichen and Zhu Yilan entangled in it uncontrollably appeared in her mind, and the feeling of nausea swept over her again.
Is this man a beast?
Zhu Yilan didn't satisfy him just now?
Shen Jia Nian thought angrily, and the next second Fu Jichen put her on the bed. She felt dirty and jumped down from the top. The slippers on her feet fell off when he carried her in. Her bare feet stepped on the carpet beside the bed, with resistance clearly written on her face: "I don't want to sleep here."
Fu Jichen's expression was dull: "Give me a reason."
Shen Jia Nian couldn't help but say what was in his heart: "Your sheets are dirty, so I won't sleep."
It's a joke. His sheets are dirty? Fu Jichen looked at her with a half-smile: "I would like to ask where this young lady came to this conclusion?"
He has a mysophobia himself and has always been very particular about what he touches. The most basic requirement is that his sleeping place be spotless. She actually used such a bad excuse to reject him.
Shen Jianian looked awkward and didn't know how to speak. Could it be that she couldn't accept the fact that he had slept with other women?
Fu Jichen stared at her changing expression, and gradually came back to his senses. His slightly raised eyebrows hid a profound meaning: "You want to say that we... don't worry, we have changed the night before yesterday."
Shen Jia Nian was speechless, he seemed to have misunderstood.
Seeing that she was silent, Fu Jichen thought he had guessed what she was thinking, and raised the corners of his lips with a smile: "It's getting late, go to bed."
Shen Jianian stood still, obviously unable to pass the test in his heart.
Lying in the same bed with an unfamiliar person of the opposite sex, doing things that should be done between lovers, and having to endure moral condemnation and the chaotic relationship around him, it was simply torture.
However, this path was her own choice. Once she sets foot on it, there is no possibility of turning back. No matter how hard it is, she has to grit her teeth and go on, right?
When Shen Jia Nian was about to compromise, Fu Jichen had already picked her up and threw her on the bed like a sack. The mattress is thick and soft, and there is no obvious pain when falling on it.
The position beside him collapsed slightly, and Fu Jichen lay down. The room fell into darkness, the curtains were closed, and the street lights outside could not shine in.
Shen Jianian lay straight, his body stiff as a log, waiting for the coming storm.
However, after waiting for a long time, Fu Jichen did nothing. He just lay beside her calmly, with a fist distance between him and her. It was exactly as he said just now - it was getting late, go to bed.
Even if she simply slept under the quilt, Shen Jia Nian could not sleep peacefully. This person's presence was too strong to ignore. She felt like she was sleeping next to a lion, afraid that a random move would anger him.
Shen Jia Nian thought a lot and didn't notice that his breathing was messed up. Fu Jichen's voice suddenly sounded in his ears, whispering softly in the middle of the night: "Can't sleep?"
Shen Jia Nian's breath tightened and he subconsciously answered, "No."
She turned her back to him, closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, but she couldn't sleep, so she simply asked the doubt she had been hiding in her heart: "With your status, what kind of woman do you want, why do you have to fight with me. "
After waiting for a moment, the person behind him made no sound.
Just when Shen Jia Nian thought he wouldn't answer, he snorted coldly: "Hey, do you think I'm trying to get in trouble with you?"
Shen Jia Nian pursed his lips and said no more, unable to communicate normally with him.
*
After sleeping intermittently during the day, Shen Jia Nian was really not sleepy at all, especially in an unfamiliar environment with someone lying next to him.
She opened her eyes wide in the dark night, and time passed by bit by bit. She didn't know how long it had been, but the sound of Fu Jichen's even breathing came to her ears, as if she had fallen asleep.
It was almost dawn, and Shen Jia Nian finally fell asleep. It was probably because her mind was heavy a few hours before going to bed that she had an uneasy sleep and kept dreaming.
Since something happened at home, she often dreams about the past when her parents were still alive and loved her. Pei Che was by her side and was obedient to her. She was a carefree little girl. She carried her cello to the classroom to practice. In her spare time, she wore beautiful clothes and went shopping with her best friends to have afternoon tea. She took photos with a ray of sunshine coming in from the window. It was so beautiful.
This time she dreamed of Pei Che again, and it was no longer a beautiful dream.
He searched for traces of her all over the world, and finally came to a cliff, where he accidentally lost his footing and fell down. Below was an endless sea, bottomless and capable of swallowing everything. He fell into the sea and kept falling, surrounded by a suffocating dark blue, with less and less oxygen.
Shen Jianian was above him from the perspective of a bystander. She screamed heartbreakingly, but her outstretched hand could not catch him. She could not save him.
"A Che." Shen Jia Nian closed her eyes tightly and called out his name in her sleep, full of fear and worry, her eyebrows twisted unconsciously, "A Che, A Che, give me your hand..."
Fu Jichen woke up when she called out for the first time, opened his eyes and moved closer to her, just to hear it more clearly.
Ah Che? Or Archer? Or other homophones.
He didn't know the specific word, but he only knew it sounded like a man's name.
At first, they only investigated her identity and the reasons for the collapse of the Shen family, but did not pay attention to her emotional status. Does she have a sweetheart?
Fu Jichen turned on a wall lamp and squinted his eyes slightly. Shen Jia Nian was haunted by a nightmare, with beads of sweat on his head. He kept calling that name with such sad and painful emotions. He didn't know what he was dreaming about.
"Wake up." Fu Jichen patted her face and called her name, "Shen Jia Nian."
Shen Jianian grabbed his hand and woke up suddenly: "A Che!"
Fu Jichen's face darkened for a moment, like the dark sky outside, gray, gloomy and cold: "You see clearly who I am."
He said the same thing once before. Shen Jia Nian was injured that time. He had a high fever in the middle of the night and his head was confused. She mistook him for someone else and not only called him a beast but also slapped him. He didn't care about her because she was sick. Now that she was sober, it would be unreasonable for her to admit the wrong person.
Shen Jia Nian, who had just woken up, had empty eyes and his thoughts were still immersed in dreams, unable to connect with reality for a long time.
She seemed to see Pei Che fall off the cliff, sink to the bottom of the sea and suffocate to death.
"What did you dream about? Why are you still crying?" Seeing her bursting into tears, Fu Jichen sighed, calmed down his expression, and his tone was not so cold.
Shen Jia Nian looked at him blankly, but it didn't look like she was looking at him.
Did she cry?
She raised her hand and touched her face. It was wet and cold to the touch, and she really cried.
After being lost for a moment, Shen Jia Nian's brain gradually returned to consciousness, telling himself that it was just a dream. She wiped away her tears, and her eyes gradually became clear. She was in a strange room, and the person beside her pillow was Fu Jichen.
"Who is Ah Che?" Fu Jichen asked directly.
Shen Jianian turned his head away in an evasive manner and did not answer for a long time.
Fu Jichen didn't say anything, and his eyes were fixed on her face, implying judgment. Shen Jia Nian knew that Fu Jichen was waiting for her to speak, so he said perfunctorily: "No one."
"Do you think I'm easy to deceive?" Fu Jichen held her face with his palm and asked her to turn her head to meet his eyes, "Is your boyfriend or your sweetheart?"
Shen Jianian denied it flatly: "None of them."
"Since it's not—" Fu Jichen paused for a moment, leaned down and pressed his lips to the corner of her lips, his voice was low and he couldn't tell his emotions, "then there's nothing to miss."
The corners of Shen Jia Nian's mouth hurt, and she frowned and pushed him. Fu Jichen was as still as a mountain, her lips were sealed, and she protested in vain.
