Wrapped in his scent, Fu Ying dreamt of that dream again.
Her body like a lone boat, bobbing up and down, then sinking into endless tenderness.
Enveloped by fervent breaths, Fu Ying felt her body catching fire everywhere, a bit scorching, a bit hot.
In the dream, Fu Ying moaned softly, uttering, "Brother, don’t."
Shen Liguang quietly listened, feeling restless.
What was the little girl dreaming about...
That single "don’t" sounded criminally enticing.
"Yingying?"
In the haze between sleep and wakefulness, Fu Ying felt soone calling her.
She groggily opened her eyes, saw the person before her, and suddenly sat up, feeling her head throbbing and heavy.
Fu Ying then realized she was feverish, again.
Every ti she had that dream, she got a fever.
Really strange.
Fu Ying’s face was burning red.
However, to make matters worse, the man asked her, "What did you dream about? Saying ’don’t’?"
Fu Ying stuttered, "Nothing, I just, I think I have a fever."
"Uh-huh." He said, reaching out to cover her forehead with his hand, very gently, "The fever is quite high, need to go to the hospital."
Fu Ying swallowed, shaking her head, "I don’t want to go."
"Then be a good girl and take your dicine."
When Fu Ying reached out for the water cup, she felt her heart quake.
Him.
So strange.
A rascal when teasing her.
Solid and serious at work.
Incredibly tender when taking care of her.
Why is it like this.
Fu Ying licked her lips, feeling an inexplicable sensation.
Watching Shen Li holding the water cup, ready to leave, Fu Ying suddenly called out to him.
"Brother."
"Hm?"
Fu Ying smiled, her eyes curved, "Thank you."
"Don’t ntion it."
"Let’s not say thanks to each other anymore."
"Hm?" His voice was so soft, Fu Ying didn’t quite catch it.
"I said I’ll take you to school this afternoon."
"I can take the bus myself."
"I’ll take you."
The man’s two words, domineering and assertive.
Fu Ying watched him walk out of the bedroom, laughing uncontrollably under the covers.
...
During the days living under the sa roof with Shen Liguang, Fu Ying’s life was filled with chaos and disarray.
And then, she sent him the third letter.
Laughable when said out loud.
Living under the sa roof, yet choosing such a complicated thod to give him the letter.
That evening, the sunset dyed half the sky red, and Fu Ying once again stepped into the delivery service point.
It was the sa courier.
Seemingly familiar, the courier smiled knowingly when he saw her.
"Here again."
"Yeah."
"Still for the General to receive?"
Fu Ying nodded, "Yeah."
The courier suddenly wanted to know what kind of person the General in this young girl’s heart was.
Soone who could enchant such a beautiful young girl.
Hesitating for a mont, he finally asked, "What sort of person is the General?"
"The most handso firefighter."
The courier nodded, "That does indeed rit the title ’General.’"
As Fu Ying was about to leave, the courier suddenly asked, "Is he the one who beca very famous online these past few days? I read the article, he really is like a General."
Fu Ying thought for a mont, feeling no harm in telling a stranger, "Yeah."
"I guess he saved you."
Fu Ying didn’t say anything more, just smiled and nodded then left the delivery service point.
Fu Ying turned into the school; evening self-study was about to begin.
Fu Ying couldn’t help but quicken her pace.
At the science building, Wen Tian lay on the wall, looking down.
A girl ran toward the arts building, her ponytail slightly lifting. She looked vibrant and youthful, like the rising sun.
Li Hanyi clicked his tongue twice, "Ever since the New Year’s party, our boss runs so beautifully."
Du Yong added, "Yeah, our boss suddenly beca very beautiful, like..."
Du Yong racked his brains but couldn’t find the right words to describe the feeling.
Forgive him, the academic underachiever he was.
Li Hanyi chid in, "Like a fairy who doesn’t eat worldly food."
Wen Tian indifferently recited, "A reflection in the mirror, a shadow under the moon, a silhouette behind the curtain, freshly awoken from sleep."
Li Hanyi and Du Yong didn’t get it and asked Wen Tian, "What do you an? Can you not be so obscure?"
Wen Tian didn’t speak and turned to enter the classroom.
Li Hanyi thought about it and said, "I think I get it. He ans the boss looks dreamy."
"Damn, dreamy?"
"Clearly, she looks outstandingly beautiful."
Fu Ying entered the classroom at the sound of the bell, and as soon as she sat down, Lin Lishan leaned over and asked, "Where have you been?"
"Sending sothing."
Behind her, Xiao Minghui lazily threw in, "Hey, when will you send your heart to ?"
Soone said, "Dream on, dreams have everything; I often dream of making a fortune and embracing beauties."
Another boy said, "I dreamt last night too, a wet dream, but when I woke up, I couldn’t rember the beauty I was with."
"Was it As Pretty As a Flower?"
"..." Xiao Minghui, "Damn, so big and only now having a wet dream? I had mine in middle school."
"I rember when I had a wet dream; afraid to be discovered, I secretly got up in the middle of the night to wash my underwear."
"F*ck, I hid my underwear under the pillow. It won’t be discovered, right?"
"..."
Fu Ying paused, then asked Lin Lishan, "What’s a wet dream?"
Lin Lishan wasn’t particularly innocent either, suddenly being asked by Fu Ying, she felt a bit embarrassed too.
"It’s... just go ho and search it up yourself."
In the evening, when Shen Liguang ca to pick her up from school, Fu Ying was still not quite used to it.
"Get in the car, what are you spacing out for?"
Fu Ying was about to pull the back door when she heard him say, "Sit in the passenger seat."
Fu Ying licked her lips and then went to pull the passenger seat door.
Zhou Wei and several girls walked out of the school and saw Fu Ying getting into the car.
"She, how did she get into that firefighter’s car?"
"Is that the firefighter brother?"
"Yes, he’s been all over the internet these past days; I’ve read the articles and saved the photos. I’ve looked at them many tis; I won’t mistake him."
"Did you gawk at them? Did you dream about holding his photo at night?"
"Shut it, do you think I’m Zhou Wei?"
"Zhou Wei, I rember you said, you said you wanted to pursue that firefighter brother, what happened with that?"
Zhou Wei laughed.
"You can’t judge a person by their appearance. Although this firefighter brother is handso, maybe his character isn’t up to par?"
"Huh? You got to know him?"
Zhou Wei raised an eyebrow: "Of course."
She wouldn’t admit that she didn’t even add him on QQ or WeChat.
Not to ntion understanding him, she hadn’t even t him.
...
Shen Liguang parked the car and went to get a package from the locker.
Fu Ying knew what he was going to pick up and couldn’t help feeling nervous.
He didn’t open the package but took her upstairs with it.
Fu Ying stole glances at him, wanting to know what he would look like after seeing the letter.
But when he returned, he just sat on the sofa biting on a cigarette and watching a movie.
Then he reminded her like an elder, "Don’t you have howork?"
"Yes."
"Stop looking at and go do your howork."
"..."
Caught sneaking peeks again?
Fu Ying blushed and awkwardly went back to her room.
Outside the bedroom, Shen Liguang glanced at the envelope and opened it.
The third letter: The sun for morning, the moon for night; you are my every dawn and every dusk.
Shen Liguang couldn’t help but laugh softly, the little thing, quite a handful of love poems.
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