Stealing the moonlight into my arms

Fu Runing didn't understand his behavior.

Then, under her puzzled gaze, Xiao Jingting casually lay down on the quilt.

Yes, he just lay on the ground.

Fu Runing laughed out of anger. There was a sofa in the study room, and there was also a tatami mat next to it. Why was he so crazy that he had to sleep on the floor?

Thunder roared on a rainy night in late spring.

Ten minutes later, Fu Runing came in with a pot of honey lemon water.

"Get up and drink the water."

She threw two pillows behind Xiao Jingting's waist and asked him to sit up and drink water.

Xiao Jingting was neither impatient nor reluctant. He looked at the cup handed to him and drank the water readily.

Fu Runing pinched her eyebrows, thinking that she should coax him to bed.

He is unkind, but she will not be unjust.

Xiao Jingting had social engagements in the past, but she had never seen him drunk like this. But then again, he often stayed out all night before, and no one knew where he slept after getting drunk.

Fu Runing patted his shoulder and softened her voice: "Go to your room and sleep, okay?"

Xiao Jingting still just looked at her lazily and shook his head.

Fu Runing was a little annoyed.

He must be more drunk than the night he had sex after drinking three years ago. That night he was at least conscious, but now it seems like his IQ has deteriorated.

Fu Runing simply sat down cross-legged on the quilt.

Her behavior made Xiao Jingting stunned. After a long time, he slowly moved to the side, as if to make room for her.

"Why don't you go back to your room and sleep?" Fu Runing asked again.

Xiao Jingting still didn't speak.

Fu Runing folded her arms and looked at him. His current state was no different from that of a mentally retarded person.

"Okay, let me ask it another way."

Perhaps his current thinking was unable to support him in speaking coherent words.

"You don't want to go back to the bedroom to sleep, do you not want to see me?"

Hearing this, Xiao Jingting's dull eyes fluctuated, and he finally spoke: "No."

Fu Runing pondered for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Are you worried about disturbing my sleep?"

The man nodded slowly, "Yeah."

"..."

Fu Runing couldn't believe what she heard. She asked again, "You said you slept in the study because you were afraid of disturbing me?"

Xiao Jingting looked at her with deep yet firm eyes, and he still nodded, "Yeah."

Fu Runing scratched her head. After a while, she asked, "Have you slept here before?"

Xiao Jingting replied: "Yeah."

"You don't want to sleep with me?"

The man shook his head.

"Are you afraid of disturbing my sleep?"

"Ah."

Fu Runing picked up his drinking cup, poured herself a glass of honey lemon water, and drank it in one gulp to calm herself down.

This taciturn guy usually seems to have taken a mute drug and can't utter a word, but he can speak after getting drunk.

Fu Runing poured him another glass of water and handed it to him for him to drink.

She half-jokingly said, "You've always hated me."

Xiao Jingting took her cup and drank the water quietly.

He didn't nod, shake his head, or respond to her words, as if he agreed.

Fu Runing didn't get a response from the man until she finished the glass of water.

She couldn't help but smile, not knowing what she was waiting for.

"Xiao Jingting, you are amazing. You haven't forgotten to hate me even now."

In the end, Fu Runing dragged and coaxed Xiao Jingting back to the tatami in the study.

She couldn't stand the smell of alcohol, and it looked like she couldn't take a shower right now, so she could only wash and wipe his face, and then get pajamas for him to change into from the bedroom next door.

She asked Xiao Jingting to change his clothes, but the man unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt and then started to stare blankly again.

Fu Runing looked at his mentally retarded appearance and wanted to take a picture with her mobile phone and keep it for later use to mock him.

A moment later.

Seeing that he still didn't move, Fu Runing moved closer to him and asked, "Do you want me to help you change?"

The distance between the two was very close, and when their eyes met, Xiao Jingting's throat rolled slightly.

"Yeah." He nodded.

Fu Runing threw her pajamas on him and said, "You wish. Just sleep like this! The stink won't reach me anyway."

She was about to turn around and leave when suddenly, the hem of her clothes was pulled by a strong force.

Looking down, Xiao Jingting was clutching the corner of her clothes, his eyes were deep and blurred.

"Let go, I'm not buying it."

She tugged at the hem of her clothes twice, but nothing moved. Then she looked at the man's clear, dull eyes...

Never mind, she really fell for it.

She rolled up her sleeves and helped him change his clothes, unbuttoning his shirt, taking off his shirt, unbuckled his belt, and let him take off his pants himself...

After all, they are an old couple, so she doesn't blush.

however……

It’s too early to say that.

Fu Runing was buttoning his pajamas with her head down, and her cheeks flushed when she glanced down inadvertently.

She quickly buttoned the last button for him and said in a low voice, "You hate me, but your brother doesn't hate me. He's quite polite."

He even stood at attention and greeted her.

"Just go to sleep." Fu Runing pushed him back onto the bed and piled the quilt directly on him.

After saying that, Fu Runing turned around and lay down on the sofa beside her.

When she turned off the lights and lay on the sofa, Fu Runing hugged the quilt and thought that she didn't have to care about him.

But what if he vomited in the middle of the night and choked to death? Wouldn’t that be her fault?

The thunder outside the window was still dull and the rain had not stopped.

In the darkness, Fu Runing stared at the ceiling with her eyes open.

She remembered something that happened in the past.

The rooms of the three children of the Fu family are next to each other. Fu Runing's room is in the middle, with her brother's room on one side and Fu Zheng's room on the other.

Her brother once told her that Fu Zheng seemed to have a habit. He didn't sleep on the bed, but liked to sleep on the floor against the wall.

Because they didn't know how long it would take to heal the psychological problems caused by the past environment, they would often go in and out of Fu Zheng's room, dry the quilts in the sun, and help him make the bed warm.

She didn't know whether Fu Zheng slept like this again later.

Only that night later, she cried so much because of Maomao's death that she suffered from respiratory alkalosis. No one else in the family noticed it, except Fu Zheng.

She still doesn't know how Fu Zheng was able to notice that something was wrong with her and save her in time.

Just like now, she couldn't understand why Xiao Jingting wanted to sleep against the wall. Judging from his skillful movements, it was not his first time.

At this time, Fu Runing looked at the wall, and the quilt on the ground was still not picked up.

Behind this wall is her bed, with the head of the bed against the wall.

The more she thought about it, the more upset she became. She simply covered her head with the quilt and began counting sheep to fall asleep.