ther asking for her opinion Does this mean that even if he knows the cup has been used by her, he'll still use it as long as he asks for her permission"Well, since I've already used this cup, boss, w...She gazed out the window at the wind and rain, her thoughts racing. So absorbed was she that the rustling of the rain outside her ear, at some point, faded away, as did the sound of the shower in the bathroom, disappearing like a phantom into silence.
After an unknown amount of time, a slight noise behind her startled her awake. She instinctively turned her head and was taken aback to see the door wide open with a dark figure standing in the doorway.
It's unclear if it was a delusion, but she felt as if the person had been standing there for quite some time.
At this moment, they were like a couple who had reached the seven-year itch, with nothing left to say to each other.
Well, indeed...there's nothing to say.
She turned and took her blanket, then walked out.
As she passed the doorway, a pair of blazing irons clamped onto her with relentless force.
"Tongtong, where are you going"
His voice, low and trembling, asked in a fearful tone.
But at that moment the words reached her ears, she almost couldn't help but smile softly... how ironic.
He went crazy and snatched the blanket from her hand, shoving her into the room. With a bang, he slammed the door shut: "Ashu sleeps in the living room."
A night of silence.
At the break of dawn, life went on as usual, monotonous and ripe with anticipation.
As the door opened, the aroma of food wafted from the living room. The woman, without a word, tidied her appearance and sat in her usual spot, quietly eating.
That person spoke less, it was much less common. But the woman clearly felt the heat and focus of that gaze on top of her head.
As soon as he looked up, he met the man's pair of dark eyes. He was so overwhelmed by the tenderness in those eyes that he pretended to be nonchalant and buried his head back into his meal.
Chapter 311: Beauty and Sweetness
She and he, fell into a strange tacit understanding.
If one had to say, these days were perhaps the most harmonious for Shen Xiujin and Jian Tong.
No arguing, no accusations, no blame.
Everything is calm.
Calm, like the honeymoon phase.
She didn't scold him, and he was well-behaved, unlike the domineering Shen Xiujing who was unbearable.
Every day, he cooks breakfast and dinner, she eats quietly.
Sometimes, even at night, I'd curl up on the sofa and watch TV with him, watching his favorite shows like "The Big Bad Wolf" and "Smarty Sheep."
"I am the Grey Wolf, TongTong is my Red Wolf." Every time the animation plays to that big castle, he would say this happily.
He said he wouldn't get tired of it, as long as there were the images of Gray Wolf and Red Wolf, he would repeat this sentence over and over again.
Every time this happened, she would laugh and tell him to peel an apple or an orange.
It seems like everything is going well.
Pretty, somewhat unreal.
On weekends, Su Meng would come to her home. When she saw the two of them together in such harmony, her jaw dropped. She exclaimed in surprise, "Have you turned over a new leaf"
Vivian blinked. "Just like that Forgiven You're letting him off the hook, little one! The biggest scumbag of the century, and you just forgive him"
Jian Tong simply smiled without saying a word, letting those words fall on deaf ears.
Su Meng shook her head. "Tsk tsk. You said... if people outside knew that the aloof and arrogant Shen Xiujin would obediently put on an apron with a lotus leaf pattern, dragging his powder blue bunny slippers, like a good home man, cooking in the kitchen, they would definitely stir up the whole city S."
Sitting on the sofa in Jian Tong's house, Su Meng's gaze never left that tall figure. Her eyes were about to pop out.
Vivian sighed with regret, “Alas, he is not the real Shen Xiuqin. If it were truly him, he could have done all these things for the child…”
Before she could finish her words, she was pulled aside by Su Meng. Vivian cautiously looked at Jian Tong on the other side. The woman had a gentle smile on her lips from beginning to end, as if she didn't care at all.
A day at the weekend
Three women, one man, sunshine outside, warmth inside, not a hint of winter chill.
On the tea table, a pot of fruit tea, prepared by that man.
Actually... Shen Xiujin is quite good too." As she was leaving, Vivienne said. "I wish he could still be like this after he wakes up."
Jian Tong simply smiled, smiling and bidding farewell to the two people outside the door.
The door closed, and the woman turned her head to look at the man inside: "They say good things about you."
The man smiled foolishly: “Axiu only wants TongTong to be happy.”
She curled her lips: "I'm happy," her eyes flickered slightly, and she added, "today."
That person was unhappy: "Just today Ashu wants Tongtong to be happy for a lifetime."
"Oh～," that woman, stood just before the doorway, but she neither smiled nor spoke.
A lifetime is too far away... she thought silently.
"Ashu stayed by TongTong's side," the man said with a silly, goofy smile: "For life." For some reason, the silly, goofy person had a serious and persistent conviction.
The woman opened her mouth several times, but in the end, she didn't say the words. She stood at the door, a faint smile playing on her lips.
The man in the living room suddenly rushed over, unexpectedly engulfing the petite woman in a fierce embrace: "Really, Ashu will be with Tongtong for life!"
The foolish man solemnly swore an oath.
At this moment, the woman didn't know what she was thinking. She reached out her hand and gently patted the person's back, a comforting and gentle pat.
"You need to get better soon."
She could clearly feel the person holding her, his shoulders trembling slightly. She simply lowered her eyes, concealing the pain in her gaze.
On her lips, a scorching touch, soft lips, she was slightly surprised, struggling to push away.
by the ear
"Tongtong, Ashu is suffering here."
Her hand was guided by another, larger palm, and pressed against a scorching chest.
Suddenly, an indescribable pain stabbed her heart, every nerve was touched, it came upon her unexpectedly. She felt stifled, her heart clenched, and she struggled... but once again, she had succumbed before him.
Let him be foolish or clever, let him remember or forget.
Giving up the struggle, her rejecting hand slowly fell, she closed her eyes, letting the warmth on her lips linger.
It felt like a century had passed.ing she wore and carried was ordinary.The salesgirl, tall and slender, wouldn't budge. With the woman saying "I'll pick a dress," she just went along with it. Her slender fingers pointed to a row in...