He extinguished the candle with his hand, and said in a voice that could not tell whether he was happy or angry, "It's up to you."
Yan Funing lay down.
He was angry, and she was still angry.
He and Lu Wenfeng had turned into enemies, so the fact that she was almost scorned by Fu Minghe was a trivial matter in his opinion.
Yes, that's her business and has nothing to do with him.
Two-quarters of an hour later, she was so depressed that she could not sleep, and she actually heard his breathing become longer and longer.
He fell asleep quickly.
Yan Funing called softly: "Hey, are you asleep?"
Fu Ciyi suddenly opened his eyes, but did not move or make a sound.
Yan Funing gritted her teeth and murmured in a low voice: "Well, Fu Ciyi, you sleep so soundly."
The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became, and she kicked him with her foot.
She couldn't fight him when he was awake.
When he fell asleep, he still had to vent his anger.
Without thinking, he turned over, accurately grasped her wrists, and pressed her against him.
The body sank, and Yan Funing was so frightened that her soul almost left her body, and she almost thought she was going to wear it back.
"You, you, you weren't asleep?"
Pressing her delicate body on the bed through the quilt, the tips of Fu Ciyi's ears felt hot.
What's even worse is that this move is very familiar, as if it has been done countless times.
While he was groaning, the woman's rapid and panicked breath brushed his lips, his cheeks, and his Adam's apple.
He restrained himself and straightened up slightly, trying not to press her down.
A mute warning: "Yan Funing, let me tell you, if you dare to touch me while I'm sleeping again, if I accidentally kill you, you won't have time to cry."
He fled to Ling County with his mother when he was a child, and he slept lightly every night.
Always beware of someone coming to kill you.
These instincts become more and more intense as we age.
However, only he knew that there was no need for such instincts at this moment.
Because he didn't fall asleep after lying on the bed.
Yan Funing was stunned when she really heard what he said about killing her.
He even forgot to breathe, his little face turned red from holding back, and after a long time, he finally shed tears silently.
Realizing that something was wrong with the person under him, Fu Ciyi got out of bed and lit a lamp. What he saw was a girl lying upright, her eyes open, tears rolling down her hair.
He leaned over and patted her little face: "Yan Funing!"
She wiped her tears, hugged her body and huddled in a ball: "It was my fault to kick you, and I won't do it again."
Your life is at stake!
The man pressed his swollen temples and said in a deep voice: "You kick me, it doesn't hurt me at all, it's just that I'm used to being on guard at night."
I didn't take any precautions just now. I was filled with unhappiness and hidden anger from the past few days.
By some strange coincidence, he actually did what he did.
The girl in front of her cried so hard that her pear blossoms were like rain, like delicate flower bones that could break into pieces if she was rubbed.
He stretched out his hand to wipe away her tears: "Don't cry."
The man who could say the words to kill her was helping her wipe away her tears. Yan Funing's heart was beating wildly and her heart rate was unbalanced.
Fu Ciyi's eyes narrowed slightly. He seemed to have scared her too many times tonight, so he went to bed, hugged the person in his arms, and covered him with the quilt.
Yan Fu Ning didn't dare to resist at all, let alone cry again.
She froze and let him hold her.
I prayed in my heart, please don’t kill her!
After staying in the school for three nights, the quality of his sleep was poor. At this moment, with the delicate woman in his arms, Fu Ciyi finally fell into a deep sleep.
In the past, even the slightest noise would wake him up, but he slept extremely soundly tonight.
Yan Funing didn't sleep well at all.
Fortunately, in the middle of the night, his arms relaxed and she was able to lie back on her bed.
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The next day, Fu Ciyi woke up feeling refreshed.
Early in the morning, Yan Funing was called to do morning exercises.
After what happened last night, Yan Funing didn't want to disobey him, but she really didn't sleep enough, so she muttered: "I still want to sleep, I'm so sleepy."
The voice was soft and not yet awake at all.
Seeing her eyelids fighting and her whole body soft, he was in a good mood. So he didn't force her to go for morning exercise, and walked out of the house quietly.
Fu Beimo, Meng Li, Li Xinheng and Caiyu are already in the courtyard, waiting for Yan Funing to come out so they can do morning exercises together.
Who would have thought that it was Fu Ciyi who opened the door to the west wing and came out!
Fu Beimo was stunned: "Brother, how did you get out of the house?"
"If I don't come out of the house, where will I come out?" Fu Ciyi's voice was pleasant.
Caiyu was shocked: "When did my uncle come back?"
Several other people also asked this question.
Fu Ciyi said quietly: "Return at midnight."
Caiyu looked into the west wing, but the door was tightly closed by Fu Ciyi, so she had to ask: "Where is the girl?"
"That's right, aren't you going to do morning exercises today, girl?" Li Xinheng also asked.
Meng Li said: "Young master is not here these days, and my sister-in-law also takes us for morning exercises. Let's wait for her."
Fu Ciyi walked away with a cold voice: "She hasn't slept enough yet, let her rest."
The four people following him looked at me and I looked at you.
Especially Caiyu, my whole heart is hanging and I feel very unsure.
My uncle came back in the middle of the night, feeling refreshed and refreshed. Why couldn't her young lady get out of bed?
She had to find a suitable time, and she had to ask the young lady whether that possibility was possible for the young lady and her uncle.
When they came back from morning exercises, Fu Nanyao, who had cooked breakfast, was surprised to find that his brother was back.
"Why is my brother back? When did he come back?"
Fu Ciyi whispered two words: "Last night."
"It's good to be back, it's good to be back." Wan Niang said with a smile.
Fu Beimo shouted in a low voice: "I don't think it's good at all."
When his brother is away, he can run side by side with his sister-in-law during morning exercises. When eating, he can eat more, and even if he talks while eating, no one will care about him.
Fu Nanyao smiled a little embarrassedly: "I didn't know that my brother came back last night, so I didn't get my share of the meal this morning."
Li Xinheng originally wanted to watch the excitement, but then he thought about the young master coming back at midnight last night. There was no bus back to the village from the town at that time, and he didn't go to pick him up.
He immediately retreated quietly and hurried back to his home.
The young master didn't say anything in advance when he came back, which made him seem very useless as a helper.
Fu Ciyi looked around, as if everyone didn't like him coming back, only his mother was happy.
But I didn't want to hear my mother say again: "Ciyi, let me tell you, Funing is so smart. With her in our home, my heart is at ease."
After making so much money, I wonder if Funing ever told Ciyi.
But it was not convenient for her to say it at the moment, as it would not be good for the neighbors to hear her.
To Fu Ciyi's ears, there was no difference between him being at home and not being at home. In fact, it was even better that he was not at home.
Meng Lidao: "Sister-in-law gave us monthly money, and she is a very smart person." He glanced at the west wing and said, "Sir, do you want to call my sister-in-law to have breakfast with me?"
Wan Niang said with a smile: "Ci Yi, go call Funing."
Fu Ciyi returned to the room.
On the bed, Yan Funing was still asleep.
The eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, as if he had not slept peacefully.
He patted her shoulder gently: "Are you hungry? Do you want some breakfast?"
Yan Funing's eyes were sleepy and blurred.
"The sheets will probably be dry today and can be hung up by night."
As he spoke, he lay on his side and fell asleep again with his eyes opening and closing.
Maybe he was too hot from sleeping, so he stretched his arms out of the quilt.
As she moved, the skirt of her clothes opened slightly, revealing a cream-like whiteness on her heart. (End of chapter)
