Shiyang was dragged and pushed against the wall. When her back pressed against the cold tiles, Fu Jingchuan put a hand on the wall behind her ear and looked down at her.
His black eyes were still as dark as the bottomless black sky at Tang Shaoyu's house just now, and his eyes were calm and deep.
Shiyang's heart beat slightly because of such a look, and even his breathing couldn't help but slow down. His eyes widened due to anxiety also looked at him hesitantly.
Fu Jingchuan didn't speak, he just lowered his eyes and looked at her condescendingly.
When the time was up, Yang had to speak softly: "What's wrong with you?"
"I'm in a bad mood." He finally spoke, with the same calm and calm voice, and no emotion could be heard.
"What happened?" Shiyang asked, "How is your dad?"
"It has nothing to do with him." Fu Jingchuan directly rejected her speculation, his black eyes still falling on her wide-open eyes, "I didn't come back so late, why didn't you call me?"
"I'm afraid of disturbing you." Shiyang said.
The corners of Fu Jingchuan's mouth seemed to curl up, but then disappeared quickly. His dark eyes still looked at her face motionlessly: "On the video call just now, which woman's house did you think I was at?"
A hint of embarrassment flashed across Shiyang's face.
The moment she saw the ragdoll cat, she did have such an idea.
The decoration style of Tang Shaoyu's home is not like Fu Jingchuan's, which has a strong masculine style.
The decoration style of his home is more neutral and warm.
His ragdoll cat was dressed like a little princess, and she preconceivedly thought it was dressed as a girl.
So the moment she saw the background behind her, her breath was suffocated. At that moment, many pictures and possibilities flashed through her mind.
"Don't you mind?" Fu Jingchuan asked.
He saw the lag in her gaze at that time, but soon regained her composure, and even asked him if she wanted to see Tongtong as if nothing had happened. Whenever he said "no" to her, she would most likely hang up the phone as if nothing had happened. I will ask, but I won’t care.
He felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, as if he had been stabbed by a thorn. The pain was not obvious, but it was stuck in the flesh and had a strong sense of presence. It would hurt if he pulled at it. If he didn't pick it out, it would stay stuck there. If he accidentally touched it, it would hurt. With a slight tingling pain.
Shi Yang pursed his lips slightly, unable to answer his question.
She didn't know if she minded. When she mistakenly thought that he might be at another woman's house, her heart did seem to stop for a moment, and her whole brain was a little empty, but then she felt that she should be happy for him.
Fu Jingchuan is not a person who messes around, especially after he and she experienced a failed marriage because of responsibility. If he wants to find someone again, he must be someone he will keep in mind.
So at that moment, she was wondering if he had found it.
Fu Jingchuan saw confusion in her eyes.
He didn't ask any more questions, but suddenly lowered his head and kissed her hard.
Shiyang's movements were delayed for a moment. When she reacted and wanted to push him, the hand that was pushing against his chest was held by him with his backhand and pressed behind her. The friction on her lips deepened and was slightly pinched. angry.
Shiyang couldn't tell the difference.
She only knew that every step of resistance she took made him stronger.
But tough yet tender.
A tenderness that would never let go of her.
When this kind of entanglement reached the end, the two of them had a direct fight in the bathroom...
The clothes scattered on the floor were soaked by the water from the sprinkler.
In the mist, there was a struggle to the death mixed with tenderness and toughness.
Shiyang and Fu Jingchuan have known each other for so long, this is the first time they have been in the bathroom...
Fu Jingchuan has always been a self-denial and propriety person, and so has Shiyang.
Shiyang remembered that during the two years when she married Fu Jingchuan, the battlefield between the two was almost exclusively on the bed in the bedroom.
No matter how passionate things were in bed, once they got off the bed, the two of them returned to their usual polite behavior.
Outside of bed, they rarely even kissed and hugged almost nothing.
At that time, they treated each other more like guests.
But when they reunited two years after the divorce, I don't know if both of them were hiding their dissatisfaction with those two years. In terms of their intimate relationship, the two of them seemed to be ignoring each other and just enjoying the moment.
The sound of water "squeaking" stopped as the sound of water gradually subsided.
Fu Jingchuan hugged her and slowly calmed down the chaotic atmosphere in his body.
Shiyang also hugged him and said nothing.
After venting, the reserve and upbringing in their bones made each other a little embarrassed about such things regardless of the occasion.
"Shiyang."
After a long silence, Fu Jingchuan's hoarse voice sounded in the bathroom, "You should also pay a little attention to me."
