The night was deep, and all was silent.
When Fu Weiheng ca out of the bathroom after his shower, Su Wan was already asleep, curled up with her back to him, her long hair cascading over the black-and-white checkered sheets, sleeping sweetly.
In the quiet bedroom, her breathing was calm and soft.
Fu Weiheng tiptoed to the bedside and glanced at the clock on the cabinet.
1:48
He gently lifted the corner of the blanket and was about to turn off the wall lamp when the phone on the cabinet buzzed with a text ssage.
Fu Weiheng glanced at the still deeply sleeping Su Wan, reached for the phone, and swiped to unlock the screen—
Jiang Zhiyan: Neil, my aunt is returning to the country the day after tomorrow.
Fu Weiheng stared at the ssage for a mont, replied with a line, then turned off the light and lay down in bed.
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The next morning, Su Wan awoke naturally.
She woke up with her head buried in Fu Weiheng’s embrace and looked up at that familiar sleeping face.
"..."
She actually fell asleep in the God’s bed again... Truly becoming more reckless in her sleep, even getting addicted...
She moved slightly, withdrawing from his embrace, got up, and lifted the blanket. Just as one foot touched the ground, she felt her wrist tighten, and Fu Weiheng’s low, husky voice ca through: "Where are you going."
Su Wan turned her head to see him looking drowsy and sleepily said, "Getting up."
The person under the blanket turned slightly, glanced at the alarm clock on the cabinet, then pulled her back into his arms without a word: "It’s only eight, sleep a bit more."
Su Wan: "...Can’t sleep anymore."
As soon as she finished speaking, the person beside her suddenly lood over her, his voice deep and hoarse: "If you can’t sleep, let’s do sothing aningful."
Su Wan was taken aback, feeling the heat against her waist, blushing instantly, and quickly closed her eyes: "Sleep... I’m asleep."
Fu Weiheng couldn’t help but laugh, kissed her lightly on the lips, then turned over to hug her and continued sleeping.
After being teased like this by him, Su Wan didn’t dare to move and soon fell asleep again, nestled in his arms.
When she woke up again, the space beside her was empty. The sunlight was shining brightly, sowhat glaring in the bedroom.
Su Wan squinted her eyes, took a while to adapt, then glanced at the clock by the bed.
9:15
She suddenly sat up in bed but quickly rembered that her troupe was on holiday starting today until the second, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Footsteps sounded from outside, and Su Wan looked up to see Fu Weiheng standing at the room’s entrance, looking refreshed: "Wash up and co down for breakfast."
Su Wan: "Oh."
After freshening up and coming out of the room, she caught a whiff of a rich aroma. Su Wan rubbed her grumbling stomach and tiptoed to the kitchen.
The food on the table was both colorful and aromatic, surprising Su Wan: "Did you make this?"
Fu Weiheng handed her a bowl and chopsticks, saying plainly, "Bought from downstairs."
Su Wan: "..."
"Do you want to eat out or at ho for lunch?" He peeled a tea egg and placed it in her bowl.
Eat at ho?
Su Wan paused while scooping porridge, her eyes lighting up: "Will you cook?"
Fu Weiheng wiped his hands with a tissue, raised an eyebrow, and gave her a look: "Do you think that’s possible?"
Do you think soone as noble as , a violinist, would cook?
Suppressing a smile, Su Wan muttered quietly: "...Clearly just can’t cook."
Fu Weiheng: "..."
Fu Weiheng shook his phone and stated bluntly: "Takeout."
Su Wan took a bite of the tea egg, "Is there a supermarket nearby?"
"There’s one nearby, why?"
"...To buy groceries and cook."
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