Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Tong Yao stood behind the bathroom door, feeling conflicted. She secretly opened the door a crack and looked inside. She met the man's puzzled gaze and asked, "What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

He hesitated to speak. "...No, it's okay. I just want to ask if you could check my closet. I have a pair of round-necked pajamas that look a bit like your shirt, and I picked up the wrong one."

Fu Yuan raised his eyebrows: "Do you want me to get you pajamas?"

"Yes, please."

"Since they're all the same style, you can wear my shirt as pajamas, right? Just put it on. I have plenty of clothes, so it's fine."

Tong Yao opened her lips, not knowing what to say for a moment. The two pieces were a bit similar, but that wasn't the point now. This was a men's shirt, would it suit her?

She might as well give it a try. If it doesn't work, she would wear it out and then change back into her own pajamas. As for Fu Yuan's pajamas, she would wear them each time, wash them, and then return them to him.

Fu Yuan opened the bathroom door reluctantly and watched the person wearing his clothes come out. He grabbed the clothes awkwardly, as the shirt only reached her thighs.

Tong Yao saw him looking at her and said embarrassedly, "Sorry, I didn't mean to say that. It's just that these two clothes are a bit similar."

"Well, you're dressed well, so keep it that way."

“…Oh, it seems a bit short.”

She touched her nose and sat on the edge of the bed to blow dry her hair. The sound of the hair dryer was buzzing. When it was almost done, Tong Yao packed up her things, lay on the bed and covered herself with the quilt.

He closed his eyes and whispered, "Good night, Yuan."

Fu Yuan didn't turn the page for a long time: "Well, good night."

Hearing the even breathing sounds coming from the bed, Fu Yuan closed the book and put it aside, got up and walked over to lie on the other side, then turned his head to look at the person sleeping next to him.

He reached out and pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on her soft head, closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

The next day, when Tong Yao woke up, she felt her wrists were sore. She couldn't help but shake them, muttering, "Maybe I pressed them down while sleeping and didn't notice. My wrists are so sore."

The other side of the bed was empty. Tong Yao got out of bed, changed her clothes and walked out. She saw the man coming back in casual clothes and asked casually, "A Yuan, where have you been?"

"The air is fresh this morning, so I'm going for a run."

"Oh, I'll get up early tomorrow and go for a run. The air is so good in the morning, it would be a shame not to go for a run."

Fu Yuan's eyes vaguely fell on her wrist, his eyes darkened, and he quickly looked away: "You must be hungry, I'll go buy breakfast and come back, you just wait at home."

Tong Yao pinched her wrist and said softly, "It's okay. I'll go have breakfast with you. The food I brought back is not as good as what I had there."

"Ok, I will wait for you."

Not long after, he came out carrying a small cloth bag.

Fu Yuan's tone was filled with a subtle nervousness: "What's wrong with your wrist? Did you twist it? Let me massage it for you."

Tong Yao was a little confused: "Ah, I don't know. I was fine before going to bed last night, but now I feel sore and numb and a little uncomfortable. Maybe I twisted it while sleeping."

Thinking of the soft little hand last night, touching the most vulnerable part, fireworks exploded in Fu Yuan's mind. A guilty conscience flashed in his eyes, and he reached out his hand.

"Let me help you press it."

"Okay, thank you, Ayuan."

It’s okay, he is responsible for what he did.

After the two finished breakfast, Bai Ning and her daughter also came over. They walked towards the small lake, got their fishing rods and started fishing for shrimp.

After throwing it down, a lobster was quickly pulled up. Tong Yao said excitedly, "Sister Bai, look, this is a lobster. I knew there would be a lot of lobsters here because there are so many aquatic plants."

Tangtang also came over and nodded, bending over like an adult: "Yeah, this is what crayfish look like. They are a little smaller than the shrimp we eat at home."

"Yaoyao, these shrimps are just shells. Can you eat the meat?"

"Sure, let's catch more and then we'll know when we're done cooking. It really tastes good."

"Okay, let's continue fishing for shrimp."

The few people who were immersed in shrimp fishing soon attracted a lot of people. A place where usually no one came soon gathered a row of people fishing for shrimp.