Stealing the moonlight into my arms

Fu Runing was not stupid. After she tried twice to pull her feet out of Xiao Jingting's hands and failed, she knew what he wanted to do.

The rain was still falling outside, and the silent variety show she was casually browsing was still playing on TV.

Her gaze moved around and finally returned to the man.

Xiao Jingting's palm had already moved along her calf to the bend of her knee, but his eyes were fixed on her without blinking, his expression was calm and dark.

He seemed to be waiting for her to express her opinion.

Fu Runing felt that this man was sometimes inappropriately polite.

Or awkward.

Xiao Jingting wanted to hear her say yes.

Obviously, she had no room to refuse, but he still wanted to hear her say yes.

Fu Runing also realized this about him.

She didn't rush to get up, but rubbed her toes gently on his legs through his trousers.

She said slowly: "I want to take a shower first."

The man's eyes darkened, and then he bent down slightly, put his other arm through her lower back, and picked her up from the sofa.

Fu Runing obediently hooked her arms around his neck, stroking his shoulders with her fingers.

The light overhead is slightly warm.

Fu Runing looked at the handsome profile of the man in front of her. Under the soft light, she seemed to see Fu Zheng's shadow.

Fu Zheng appeared in her young and ignorant period. He was outstanding, handsome, and had a tragic life experience. He embodied all the elements of beauty, strength, and tragedy.

Second Uncle was right. Her father seemed to have some kind of redemption habit, and she seemed to have inherited this from him.

She knew that Fu Zheng was a bright pearl, but his past was like thick and turbid gravel that tightly wrapped him up. It was his thorn and also his protective color.

Fu Zheng said he didn't like her, but he would patiently give her extra lessons.

Her father was too tolerant of her, her brother had no patience with her at all, and only Fu Zheng calmly and patiently explained things to her.

After the family's twenty-something Maomao passed away, Fu Zheng kept its hair and made her a felt puppy.

When they were alone together, Fu Zheng would cook for her, and then he would leave to avoid suspicion, but he would say it was just a coincidence and it happened conveniently.

At that time, she didn't understand why Fu Zheng was always cold and indifferent to her, but was actually kind to her in his actions.

Perhaps this was the reason why she could provoke Fu Zheng again and again at that time.

Looking back now, she only feels pity.

They had only been together for five years, which was too short after all. She had not yet seen Fu Zheng take off his protective demeanor and become what he should be.

Their five years were not enough to heal his ten long years of wandering.

The separation at that time would only make him build high barriers again, trapping his true self inside.

Unfortunately, she didn't have enough time for Fu Zheng to open up his heart.

It didn't have a good start with Xiao Jingting either.

She finally understood why her father was still unwilling to look for Xiao Jingting when facing such a difficult situation at home.

Dad understands better than her.

She understood Xiao Jingting's inferiority and contradictions better than she did.

Now she seemed to understand Xiao Jingting's "dislike" for her.

Just like he once said unintentionally, stray cats are not pitiful, what is pitiful is that people pick them up and then abandon them.

……

The light above her head was inexplicably dazzling, and Fu Runing felt her eyes sore.

"Does it hurt you?"

Xiao Jingting looked at the tears that suddenly slid down her cheeks, and he raised his hand to wipe them away with the back of his hand.

"Yes, it hurts so much..." Fu Runing suddenly threw a tantrum, as if she was hiding something.

The man stood up without hesitation.

Fu Runing frowned. She didn’t know what his train of thought was like. Why did he just... leave?

The next moment, a pillow was stuffed under her waist.

Xiao Jingting was checking whether he really hurt her.

Fu Runing was a little speechless. She grabbed the bed sheet awkwardly, looking up at the ceiling, then down at her nose, but not at him.

After checking, Xiao Jingting found nothing wrong. His brows were still slightly furrowed. He was still thinking, but he saw Fu Runing's obviously embarrassed expression.

His eyes dimmed slightly and he leaned forward again.

Fu Runing let out a low cry at his sudden recklessness.

The man pinched her waist with his palm.

He asked in a deep voice: "Why are you crying?"

Fu Runing didn't know how to explain her feelings to him.

So she started to talk nonsense, saying, "It's just to liven up the atmosphere. It's not like that in the movies..."

Xiao Jingting lifted her chin, watched her lips opening and closing, lowered his head and kissed her, while his other hand held her wrist.

Fu Runing was stunned. She had never felt such a strong possessiveness from him.

The night is getting dark.