Stealing the moonlight into my arms

Xiao Jingting returned to the East Garden from the main building.

When I walked into the room, I saw Fu Runing sitting on the sofa with a bowl in her hand. She would sniff it from time to time and then put it down, repeating this several times.

Seeing Xiao Jingting come in, she put down her bowl and gave him a look as a greeting.

Xiao Jingting took off his coat casually and walked up to her. Seeing the black liquid in the bowl, his brows furrowed slightly.

"What is this?"

Fu Runing said casually, "The Queen gave me a gift of a thousand gold coins to conceive a child."

Xiao Jingting glanced at a large bag of Chinese medicine bags piled in the corner and said in a deep voice, "Are you going to drink it?"

"I'm stupid. Your aunt is really hoping you'll have a child? She even asked me to drink it for three months. Maybe after three months, I'll be infertile for life."

Could Weng Yuqing still have good intentions?

If Xiao Jingting had a child, and if it happened to be a boy, how would she plan for her children?

This is how palace fighting dramas are performed.

Hearing this, Xiao Jingting's brows relaxed.

Not that stupid.

The man raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Then why did you pour out this medicine?"

Fu Runing glanced at the time and said, "Take advantage of the dark night and strong wind to go out and water the money tree planted by Xiao Qinrui to death."

"childish."

Xiao Jingting picked up the bowl, walked to the window, opened it, and poured it out.

After pouring the bowl of medicine, Xiao Jingting took off his watch, unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt, and walked straight to the bathroom.

Soon, the sound of water came from the bathroom.

Fu Runing picked up the watch and ran her fingertips across the surface.

They have been married for three years, and they don't just do that at night in bed, sometimes it happens during the day, even when he is dressed neatly.

At that time, his watch would hurt her waist, and she would complain, and he would slowly take off his watch.

It became so reflexive that seeing him unbuckle his watch was as suggestive as unbuttoning his belt.

Xiao Jingting has a great demand in that area, and the quality... is also very high.

Except for the period when they first got married, the first impression of both of them was very bad, so it doesn't count.

But later on, there was still discord, and she couldn't stand it anymore, so she said: Xiao Jingting, I beg you, please go watch a movie!

So later they became more and more harmonious and more and more addicted.

Even if there is no love, the embraces at the peak moments are enough to make people infatuated.

Not long ago, he was on a business trip for three months. The short separation was like a new marriage. The night he came back, her waist was almost broken by him tossing and turning.

He looked like he had never seen a woman in his life.

So she never thought that Xiao Jingting would have another woman outside.

Fu Runing also thought about living like this for the rest of her life.

But an inexplicable sister made her breathe a sigh of relief.

Wearing a mask all day long is not a long-term solution.

……

When Xiao Jingting came out of the bathroom, Fu Runing was already lying on the bed.

She only left one bedside lamp on his side.

When I got closer, I found that she had drawn a line between the two on the bed.

A quilt rolled up like a towel was piled in the middle, clearly marking the boundaries.

Xiao Jingting glanced at the woman's huddled back and said in a cold voice, "Fu Runing, are we getting divorced today?"

The woman pretending to be asleep closed her eyes tightly and didn't intend to pay attention to him.

However, the man's cold voice came again -

"Or are you planning to unilaterally break the contract?"

She still ignored him, clutching a corner of the quilt and lying motionless, pretending to be a cuckold.

The room was silent for two seconds.

Then the bed felt a slight sinking sensation, and the next moment, the man kicked open the 'Chu River and Han River' boundary, and his hand fell on her waist...