The dawn squeezed through the window paper, falling on the ground, the bedside, adding a hint of golden powder.
Fan Wubing’s senses quickly shifted from groggy and dazed to clear and open. He opened his eyes and first felt sothing soft beside him, followed by a faint, elegant fragrance, like a forest, like a clear valley. He instinctively turned his head, eting a face with wide open eyes.
The distance between their faces was less than two fingers’ width. He could feel the gentle and slow breath brushing against his face.
Fu Manman was sleeping next to him, sharing a pillow. The pillow wasn’t large, so she lay on her side, squeezed very tightly. Through the silk quilt, he could see her slightly curved body. She had her knee pressed against Fan Wubing’s waist.
The girl’s temperature seed to be a bit higher.
"Awake?" Fu Manman asked with narrowed eyes.
Fan Wubing smiled slightly, closed his eyes, then also turned his body to get a little closer, reached out with his hands, hugging her waist, and began to explore. Like a child filled with curiosity about everything.
Fu Manman pushed him away, sat up, and asked, "Do you rember what happened last night?"
Fan Wubing replied, "I don’t rember."
"Really?" Fu Manman stared at him intently. Her eyes seed to have magical power, making Fan Wubing’s heart beat fast.
"Did we..."
Fu Manman showed an ambiguous smile.
Fan Wubing sat up and slapped his head, "This won’t do!"
"What won’t do?"
"I was drunk last night! I don’t rember anything. If we really did, wouldn’t that an you enjoyed it all by yourself? That’s not right, not right!"
Fu Manman smiled teasingly, her tone beca soft and gentle, "Then what do you want?"
"While we have ti, let’s do it again."
"Keep dreaming!" Fu Manman rolled out of bed, put on her shoes, and walked away, "The Princess won’t allow it."
"Don’t, Manman. Man’Er! Little Princess! Dear sister!" Fan Wubing called out several titles, but she didn’t respond at all.
Fu Manman walked to the table, poured herself a glass of water, and said smugly, "Who told you to be drunk like a pig?"
Fan Wubing chuckled.
"What are you laughing at?" Fu Manman turned her head and asked.
Fan Wubing humd, "Since I was drunk, I’m curious, how did you manage it on your own? Let think..." He closed his eyes, posed as if he was imagining, and then giggled.
Fu Manman saw his expression and imdiately knew what kind of scene he was imagining, feeling both shy and angry, "Stop imagining! It’s filthy!"
Fan Wubing got up, stretched lazily, pushed the door open, and walked outside, "Think ahead, dear sister. You didn’t even take off your clothes or undo your headgear. Next ti, at least do a full act before teasing soone."
As soon as he stepped out, he hadn’t walked a few steps when he heard Fu Manman’s embarrassed and angry shout from behind.
...
Fu Manman was very angry.
It was the first ti she was so angry, standing expressionlessly in front of a few oleander trees in the courtyard, plucking and crushing the petals one by one.
"Annoying guy... so annoying, so annoying!"
After Fan Wubing served Xianchan a day’s worth of primal blood rations, he helplessly walked over, "Is it really necessary, dear sister?"
"Who is your sister! Go away!" Fu Manman moved a step aside.
"How do I rember soone calling brother non-stop before? Don’t you love this brother-sister ga?" Fan Wubing directly squeezed next to her, not giving her the opportunity to distance herself.
"I’m really fed up with you." Fu Manman turned her head away.
"Just because I exposed you earlier?"
Fu Manman gritted her teeth, "Do you know how drunk you were last night? Like a dead pig! Who knew why you were so heavy, carrying you back, I had to use all my strength and still felt like carrying a mountain!"
Fan Wubing was chagrined. It must have been related to "Demon Body Becoming Martial", so if he completely lost consciousness, he would indeed be very heavy, "I’m sorry, don’t be angry anymore."
"I exhausted myself, felt like my waist was going to break. If Chan’Er hadn’t co to et halfway, I would have been crushed to death on the road!"
Xianchan standing nearby gave a big smile and made a heart with her hands towards them.
This was an action Fan Wubing taught her, saying it could express affection.
Seeing Xianchan’s smile, Fu Manman’s temper slightly eased, then said, "I really don’t understand why when you were on my back, you felt like a mountain, yet when I put you on the bed, you seed like an ordinary person."
"Maybe the bed makes feel secure."
"Secure? Secure!" Fu Manman glared at Fan Wubing, "So you don’t feel secure on my back!"
Fan Wubing whispered, "You’ve never carried before. Carry more in the future, and I’ll get used to it and feel secure."
"Who wants to carry you!" Fu Manman gritted her teeth, "The most annoying thing was after I put you on the bed, I was exhausted, wanted to rest, but you, this fool, grabbed muttering, ’I want braised lion’s head, sweet and sour pork...’ listed a whole bunch of dish nas! I couldn’t break free no matter how I struggled!"
Fan Wubing blinked, "So you chose to sleep with ?"
"What else?" Fu Manman frowned.
"So you have grievances against ." Fan Wubing whispered in her ear, "But fortunately, nothing really happened."
Fu Manman paused, "Fortunately?"
"If I couldn’t rember such important monts, I’d regret it for a lifeti."
All of Fu Manman’s grievances disappeared in an instant, she humd softly, "I wouldn’t take advantage of soone who’s drunk."
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