We agreed to divorce at the expiration date, why do you regret it, Mr. Fu?

Seeing her unconcealable panic at that moment, Bai Lan understood everything.

Wen Zhixia ran up to the study on the third floor and pushed the door open. The lights were on and there was a faint smell of cigarette smoke, but no one was there.

"Fu Ruoshi?" she called again.

From the bedroom downstairs, there was the sound of shattering glass.

Wen Zhixia ran downstairs.

She opened the bedroom door and ran into the bathroom.

There was mist inside and the ground was wet enough to raise fish.

Fu Ruoshi was wearing a gray bathrobe and squatting by the sink with his back to her. The glass bottle of shampoo had fallen to the ground and shattered, and he was bending down to pick up the pieces.

"Are you okay?"

Hearing the sound, he turned around. His black hair was wet, making his skin look glowing white and his pupils look shockingly black.

"Ah? You called me?" Fu Ruoshi turned off the shower. "I didn't hear you."

Wen Zhixia breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he was safe and sound. She had just thought that he was unable to move and had fallen from somewhere.

"Didn't I tell you not to take a shower?" She frowned. "Can't you wait two days?"

"Yeah," Fu Ruoshi pointed at the broken glass on the ground, "Little thing, have you been bribed by this woman? You won't even let me take a shower?"

Play fine.

Wen Zhixia pursed her lips and smiled easily.

Fu Ruoshi had been running all day, and the pain and itchiness on his back were excruciating from sweating. He wanted to take a shower, but when he tried to grab the shampoo, it suddenly tugged at the wound, and he lost control of it and dropped it to the ground.

"Why are you so careless?"

The worry in her heart dissipated, replaced by the rising body temperature from running. Wen Zhixia wiped the sweat from her forehead and said, "Don't pick it up with your hands. Stay there and don't move. I'll get the broom."

"Xiao Xia? Are you okay?" Bai Lan also followed. It was inconvenient for her to go in, so she asked at the door, "Then your grandson is not dead, right?"

"No, grandma," Wen Zhixia said, "I just broke a bottle. Please don't come in. I'll clean it up."

Fu Ruoshi squatted on the ground, raised his eyebrows and looked at Wen Zhixia's ever-changing expressions, silently delighted.

He took in the terrified look in her eyes.

Many emotions can be faked, but worry and fear are the hardest to fake. Fu Ruoshi has seen countless people, and he can see clearly who is pretending and who is serious.

Wen Zhixia brought a broom and saw him squatting there, smiling at her with his eyes curved and his lips curled up. His expression was like a male fox spirit.

"What are you laughing laughing?"

"Nothing," Fu Ruoshi stood up and waited for Wen Zhixia to finish sweeping up the debris before returning to the sink. "Is it okay for me to wash my hair?"

Wen Zhixia thought about it and realized that washing her hair wouldn't touch her back, "Okay."

After she swept the floor and threw away the debris, she said a few words to Mrs. Li. When she came back and saw that Fu Ruoshi had finished washing, with water still dripping from her hair, she took the hair dryer and put it into the socket.

The burn department sees countless patients burned by hair dryers every year, more than half of whom are caused by using hair dryers with wet hands and faces.

"Did your father beat you up too?" Wen Zhixia looked at him speechlessly, "Aren't you afraid of being electrocuted?"

Fu Ruoshi raised his head and looked at her, his eyes sparkling and a hint of smile, "Then help me."

Without waiting for Wen Zhixia to refuse, he handed her the hair dryer.

......

Fine.

Wen Zhixia rubbed his hair, turned on the hair dryer, and ran her fingers through his hair, combing his hair.

Fu Ruoshi's hair was black and soft, and felt like satin. Wen Zhixia couldn't imagine why the owner of this hair had such a hard heart.

As the saying goes, men are afraid of being touched on the head, and women are afraid of being touched on the waist. Wen Zhixia's hands were very light, and her fingertips were a little cold because they had just touched the water.

Fu Ruoshi's throat was itchy from her touch, and he couldn't help coughing twice.

"Look, you have a cold," Wen Zhixia's sense of responsibility as a doctor surged, "You're not in good health right now, don't try to kill yourself."

Fu Ruoshi grabbed her wrist and said, "I'm not good enough? Is there anyone who is better than me?"

"What are you talking about?" Wen Zhixia said expressionlessly, "Grandma said we'll stay here tonight, so be quiet and don't scare her. Okay, I'm going back to the study to sleep."

Just as she was about to leave, Fu Ruoshi pulled her back and brought her to the bed.

"Do you have any humanity?" Fu Ruoshi pressed on her. "My grandma limped here just to see us getting along harmoniously. You want her to watch a couple sleeping in separate rooms?"

Wen Zhixia was controlled by him, and she pulled out one hand, trying to press his back again.

Fu Ruoshi learned from his mistakes and understood what she was going to do the moment she raised her hand.

He directly grasped her two slender wrists, moved closer to her, and smiled cunningly, "I won't fall in the same place twice."

No matter how smart and perceptive Wen Zhixia is, she is still too honest compared to the male fox who grew up in a fox den.

"Let me go," she glared at him, "or I'll scream for grandma!"

As he struggled, Fu Ruoshi's pajamas, which he had not put on properly, slipped off his shoulders.

He held up his upper body like this, revealing his strong and broad shoulders, his firm chest, and his well-defined abdominal muscles.

Fu Ruoshi is a typical person who looks thin when dressed and muscular when undressed. He has a slender frame and can wear formal clothes with an unruly style, but his muscles are solid and well-defined, and when he takes off his clothes, he exudes the power and majesty of a mature man.

"Go ahead and yell," Fu Ruoshi knew she was shy, "I'll let go if you yell."

Wen Zhixia: “You…!”

She added, "You don't have the ability to commit a crime, so just be quiet."

Fu Ruoshi smiled evilly, "I have the ability. I took painkillers. I have endured this for a long time just to deal with you tonight."

Ah? ? ?

Wen Zhixia's head was buzzing.

"You really can't do it now. How about we wait until you're better?" she tried to negotiate. "If you're better, we haven't finished cooling off yet..."

"Try to tell me I can't do it again?"

Fu Ruoshi was about to take action, but after a moment, he suddenly stopped and shifted his gaze behind him vigilantly.

He leaned over, leaned over to Wen Zhixia's ear, and whispered to her, "Grandma is outside."

His voice was very soft, and his breath was whispering in Wen Zhixia's ears.

Itchy.

Wen Zhixia couldn't hold back and laughed.

Seeing her smile, Fu Ruoshi finally felt relieved. He then whispered, "Old lady, we see each other less and less each time. Let's pretend."

“How do I pretend…?”

"I teach you."

Fu Ruoshi stroked her face, looked deeply into her dark eyes, and kissed her lips.

Wen Zhixia was caught off guard and didn't dare to move.

When she thought of her grandmother at the door, she felt like she didn't know whether to pretend or not. She was so stiff that she had to close her eyes and cooperate.

Fu Ruoshi saw that she had her eyes closed and her body was trembling slightly. She was obviously very nervous, but she didn't seem to be resisting. A heavy pity appeared in his eyes.

She had been like this for the three years of their marriage. She would cooperate with him whenever he needed her, and even if she was reluctant, she would abide by the spirit of the contract and try her best to satisfy him.

Thinking of this, Fu Ruoshi did nothing.

He held her quietly, listening to her breathing and smelling the faint fragrance beside her ears.

Fu Ruoshi's body temperature was very high, and Wen Zhixia felt hot after being held by him for a while.

She tilted her head and felt Fu Ruoshi's nose against her neck, breathing gently.

She heard the beating of his heart in his chest again.

There was also a cold soapy scent that couldn't be shaken off his body.

That feeling, like the gloomy and oppressive thunder before a storm, accompanied by the faint smell of green grass, struck her mind again and again, awakening her heart that had tried to numb itself countless times.

"Wen Zhixia, I love you so much, you don't know how much I love you."

His clear and magnetic voice lingered in her ears, and there was an indescribable forbearance in his breathing.

Wen Zhixia's eyes gradually turned red.

But why did it come to this with him?

Why, he had so many opportunities to express his love, but he didn't seize it once.

Why, I had so many opportunities to confess my feelings to him, but I didn't say it out loud.

Her heart ached so much that tears came out.

"No one loves me...you don't love me either," she whispered, trying to hold back her sobs, "...you loved me...why didn't you tell me during those three years?"

The more she spoke, the sadder she became. "Grandpa is gone... Mom and Dad are gone too, all gone. I have no relatives, no one loves me..."

Fu Ruoshi's eyes turned red when he heard this. He hugged Wen Zhixia's trembling body and frantically kissed the tears on her cheeks.

"I love you... Wen Zhixia... Really, I love you..." His eyes were moist, and his voice was nasal, like a low cello. "I can give you everything... I am willing to give you everything. If I could live again, I would marry you again... I would give you my life..."