Stealing the moonlight into my arms

When the man came out of the shower, Fu Runing had already clearly divided the bed into two parts.

There were two quilts separated by two pillows.

She was holding a tie in her hand, trying to figure out how to tie it as tightly as possible.

The man walked up to her and first glanced at the pillows on the bed.

He questioned: "Have you thought about how to talk to him tomorrow?"

Fu Runing glanced at him and said, "Just say he's crazy. He broke into someone's house and even came to my room to sleep on my bed."

The man pointed at the pillow on the bed. "So he came to sleep in your room and even created the 'Chu River and Han River' himself? Ning Ning, you still don't understand men."

Fu Runing's cheeks flushed, she felt that what Xiaoting said seemed to be right.

She and Xiao Jingting had tried to sleep in separate rooms but failed, but she didn't want to sleep in the same bed with him, so she added a mattress to her bedroom. But when Xiao Jingting came back that night, he started to be sarcastic with her again.

"So are you saying that your hands don't need to be tied?"

As she spoke, Fu Runing looked at him warily, after all, he was also a man.

The man said calmly: "I didn't say that."

His expression was very frank. After lifting the quilt and sitting down on the bed, he took the initiative to extend his hand.

Fu Runing looked at the man's eyes with mixed feelings, calmly and confidently, but at this moment, her own figure was all in his eyes.

This made her very nervous.

Fu Runing threw the tie aside.

"Forget it, you are more obedient than Xiao Jingting. I warn you not to touch me, otherwise I will let my second uncle kill you."

She lowered her voice to warn him and even made a gesture of wiping her neck at him.

Then she raised her hand to turn off the bedside lamp on her side, pulled out the pillow between them, wrapped herself tightly in her quilt, closed her eyes and went to sleep.

The man also turned off the bedside lamp on his side.

In the darkness, even the slightest rustling sound seemed exceptionally clear.

Fu Runing felt the bed sink, and she could sense that the man beside her had fallen flat.

It was difficult for her to describe her feelings at this moment, they were so complicated and outrageous.

It's to the point where no one would believe it if I told them.

This makes it seem like she found someone to have an affair with, and the person she had an affair with turned out to be her ex-husband. More importantly, it wasn't entirely her ex-husband.

Fu Runing turned over two or three times in the dark.

The man beside him remained silent.

She knew that Xiao Jingting usually had a good sleeping posture. He would not move at all when he was asleep. He would be in the same position when he woke up.

Not like her at all.

There are all kinds of postures.

Fu Runing herself didn't know that she had a bad sleeping posture, but since her father and second aunt had both said that, she could only accept this fact.

Especially when she was a child, when her father came home late from overtime, he would even walk into her room to see if she had kicked the quilt to the floor again.

But later on, Xiao Jingting didn't say much about her.

She often had a problem when she slept in the same bed with Xiao Jingting: she liked to squeeze on others.

It was quite awkward when they first got married. She would often wake up to find herself sleeping next to Xiao Jingting, and had pushed him to the very edge.

The bed was so big, but she insisted on squeezing people to the edge of it.

At first she would apologize and say that she would pay attention to her posture next time. She even said that if that didn't work, they could just sleep in separate beds.

After all, for many couples, sleeping in separate beds is a very appropriate method in order not to affect each other's sleep quality.

After all, you don’t have to sleep in the same bed just because you get married.

But Xiao Jingting ignored her at that time.

Later, they were together less and more apart, and the chances of sleeping in the same bed were also rare, so naturally they would not sleep in a plain bed. Every time they finished, she was exhausted and didn't want to move at all. Asking her to move the bed to sleep again? That was absolutely impossible.

Later on, they got used to it and she no longer mentioned her bad sleeping posture, and Xiao Jingting never said anything about her either.

Habits are really scary.

So much so that she didn't find it strange that this man was lying in the same bed with her.

After all, they had been apart for a short time, and her senses still remembered him.

Fu Runing turned over again.

The man next to him also couldn't fall asleep. He couldn't help but ask, "You can't sleep?"

"I'm annoyed." Fu Runing said unhappily.

"What's bothering you?"

"I'm bothering you, bothering Xiao Jingting."

Fu Runing's tone was unfriendly. Isn't this a question you ask even though you already know the answer?

The man didn't respond.

Fu Runing thought that only Xiaoting could do this. If Xiao Jingting heard her say this, he would probably have thrown off the quilt and left.

Fu Runing turned around while holding her small quilt, turned sideways, supported her head with her forearm, and stared at the man's outline in the darkness.

"Let's chat."

There was a certain coaxing in her voice, and the man's tone softened, "You say."

Fu Runing played with a corner of the quilt.

"You said yesterday that Xiao Jingting has had this problem for many years. Did he have it when he was Fu Zheng?"

The man opened his eyes and looked at the darkness in the room, but the sound in his ears made him feel nothing about the darkness, and instead he felt a sense of enjoyment.

"He didn't have this problem when he was Fu Zheng. This situation only occurred after he returned to the Xiao family."

Fu Runing listened to the man's calm narration, supported her head and sighed.

After a long while, she said seriously, "I don't know if you can make him feel it, but I want to say that our family didn't abandon him. I was scared to death when Xiao Hongshen came to my house, but I still stood in front of him and didn't let him in. I just couldn't stop him."

"The Xiao family can easily kill a hundred of our family members, let alone ours. Neither my father nor my second uncle has the ability to keep him."

She had never said these words to Xiao Jingting before. She always thought that these words were hypocritical and Xiao Jingting might not want to hear them.

And most importantly, they have never opened their hearts to each other.

If you don’t believe it, don’t say it. If you don’t say it, you will believe it even less.

It’s a vicious cycle.

The man said nothing.

All I could hear was Fu Runing continuing, "I didn't go to see Fu Zheng off when he left. My family did, but I didn't want to go, and I didn't want to say goodbye. I never saw those people I said goodbye to again. I felt like if I went to see him off, I would never see him again."

After a long time, Fu Runing finally heard the man's low and faint voice.

"So that's it."

Fu Runing turned over and lay flat on her back, feeling a little complicated.

She said: "Can you let him feel that it's not that no one loves him."