Stealing the moonlight into my arms

Thirteen years.

Twelve to twenty-five years old.

Fu Runing looked at the man in front of her, and she felt as if there was something wrong with her ears.

She had been shocked so many times that night, but it still couldn't withstand the impact of this one sentence.

"You mean, you gave me those wood carvings?"

She looked at the man in front of her in confusion.

"Then how did you deliver it? International mail, and those express deliveries..."

Unexpectedly, the man just smiled. That kind of smile was the kind of doting that would never appear on Xiao Jingting's face, and he thought her expression was very interesting.

"Ningning, you have a bad memory. Do you still remember how you first received the wood carving?"

Fu Runing tried hard to recall. The man was right. Her memory was really very bad. Moreover, she was a child at that time, so how could she remember it so clearly?

At that time, she received many gifts from others, including those from her family, classmates, and Zhou Yixing. They were all carefully wrapped and piled in her room.

Among them was a wooden sculpture of the Chinese zodiac that was packaged and placed on her desk.

It seems that there is no signature, or is there one?

She herself can't remember it.

But she subconsciously thought that it was given by Feng Yan.

Because Brother Feng Yan had given it to her before.

She received it every year after that. Feng Yan would occasionally send her some things, and the wood carving was also sent by mail. During those long thirteen years, she never thought of any other possibility.

The man said calmly, "Forging mailing information doesn't require any technical skills, especially since you don't know how to read it carefully."

Fu Runing felt speechless when she heard his arrogant tone.

This kind of expression will never be seen on Xiao Jingting or Fu Zheng in your entire life.

"Then why did you send me something?"

The man lowered his eyelashes, as if he was also thinking.

"You'd have to ask that coward. He probably thought you'd be sad not to receive Feng Yan's gift, so he gave it to you without telling you."

Fu Runing pressed her swollen temples, her mind was a mess.

"Fu Zheng? Jing Ting? What should I call you now? What's wrong with you?"

She looked at the man in front of her with mixed emotions. She had known Fu Zheng for five years and had been with Xiao Jingting for three years, but the man in front of her was both familiar and unfamiliar to her.

He doesn't look like Fu Zheng, nor does he look like Xiao Jingting.

The man paid no attention to her words. He lowered his eyelashes and stared at her eyebrows. His eyes were deep, but they were full of her figure.

"When I take everything from that coward, I will marry you again."

Split personality.

This was the only thing that came to Fu Runing's mind.

She cleared her throat, then smiled and followed the man's words, "Then I want to ask, how do you arrange your shifts? He works during the day, and you work at night?"

The man frowned slightly, "Not really."

"I exist because of his suppressed desires. When he has extreme desires and suppresses them fiercely, reaching the point of collapse, I appear."

Fu Runing is not a professional, and she cannot digest what the man said to her.

She simply asked, "What is his desire?"

The man stared into her eyes, his gaze deep.

"you."

He said this word lightly.

Fu Runing tightened her fingers, and she felt her fingertips trembling.

"Xiao Ting?" She raised her eyes and called him tentatively.

The man did not object to her address.

Fu Runing asked, "Does he know you came to see me?"

The man said casually, "I'll leave something for him to know."

"Don't stay. Don't provoke him first. Aren't you going to come find me? If you don't provoke him, I won't yell. You can still come find me tomorrow."

Fu Runing didn't know what to do for a moment and could only say nice things to delay.

The man's hand fell on the back of her head and stroked it gently.

There was a hint of doting in his words, and he said, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Fu Runing looked at the time and pursed her lips.

"It's getting late. I'm going to bed. You won't do anything else, right?"

The man smiled and stared into her eyes closely.

"Do you want me to do it?"

Fu Runing immediately refused: "No! I don't want to!"

The man said calmly, "Liar, you weren't like this yesterday. You clearly wanted to."

Fu Runing's face flushed when she thought of yesterday's embarrassment. If Xiao Jingting said this to her, she might not think anything of it, after all, they were an old couple.

But this person...

She didn't know where she got the strength from, but she picked up a pillow and threw it at the man's handsome but slapping face.

They smashed things around, all aimed at the men.

"You pervert, you rascal, I told you to talk, you told you to keep your mouth shut! You said everything he didn't say, didn't you? You two are psychopaths!"

"You better leave now, or I'll call the police and have both you and him taken to a mental hospital! Otherwise, I'll start yelling now!"

After she said these words, she felt exhausted and fell on the bed panting, but her eyes were still staring at the man in front of her with vigilance.

The man took the pillow from her hand and put it back under her head.

"Okay, I'll go and see you next time."

As he said this, he lowered his head and wanted to kiss her again.

Fu Runing turned her head away, so his kiss was empty.

The man reached out and straightened her cheek, then lowered his head to kiss her lips and sucked hard, leaving her no room to resist.

The man didn't let her go until she felt pain and started hitting him.

Fu Runing saw him stand up and was really ready to leave.

She suddenly remembered something. Some things would be a waste not to ask at this time.

"Tell me, what happened to Rong Ruo?"

"Rong Ruo?" The man frowned, "What does that have to do with me?"