Belated Romance (Mu Tongrui)

Tongrui stared at him blankly, and her heart beat faster. She blinked at him and smiled. "Because I

suddenly wanted to drink. Jiahe said that she had never been to a bar, so we went there."

Lingye flicked her forehead. "There will be no next time."

"Hmm."

Tongrui nodded. She got out of bed and looked for slippers.

Lingye knelt on the thick carpet and took cotton slippers for her.

Tongrui smiled. "Are you caring for me like Sweetheart?"

"You're more troublesome than Sweetheart."

Tongrui hugged his neck and rubbed her face against his neck. "Do you feel tired being with me?"

"Sometimes. Especially going to the bar to get drunk without telling me last night. I won't allow you to

do it again."

"I just want to experience the feeling of secretly getting drunk. It seems to be a feeling of being caught

by an adult when you discover me."

Lingye carried her to the bathroom. He frowned slightly and said, "We must set up a door control."

"Door control?" Tongrui could not help but laugh. "You're like my dad! My dad set up a door control for

me when I was studying. I must be home at 8.00 pm."

Hearing Tongrui mention her father, Lingye thought of Zhenghui's relationship with her again. A gloomy

glint flashed in his eyes, but he quickly covered it up.

"From now on, the door control will be at 8.00 pm."

"Ah? But I'm not a child anymore." Tongrui pursed her lips.

After a while, Tongrui said, "I think the door control isn't just for me. Since it's a family rule, you have to

abide by it. I'm unemployed and stay at home all day. Can you guarantee you'll stay home every night

before 8.00 pm?"

After entering the bathroom, Lingye put her on the sink. He approached and stared at her. "I'll spend

time with you every night from now on."

He looked at her intently, and his words were solemn. Seeing his affectionate eyes, Tongrui flushed

slightly and unconsciously fiddled with his shirt collar. She said shyly, "Uh... twice a week is enough.

You don't need to be with me every night. It's not good for your health to do that often."

Lingye frowned, then looked at her amusedly. "Mrs. Fu, what do you mean twice a week?"

"Huh?" Tongrui was puzzled.

Lingye stared at her narrowly. "I'll go home early every night to accompany you and do anything, but if

you want me to sleep with you, I'm willing."

Tongrui covered her face embarrassingly.

He speaks too ambiguously.

She had been with Lingye for a long time, and he might have influenced her. That was why she often

thought things wrongly.

"Wash up quickly. I cooked porridge."

Lingye carried her off the sink and handed the toothpaste to her. When Tongrui brushed her teeth

halfway, she suddenly jumped up and kissed Lingye's face with lips full of white toothpaste foam.

Lingye's clean and handsome face left a small circle of toothpaste foam.

Lingye was in a daze. He seemed not to expect her to play a prank. She laughed happily, but her heart

gradually became sad.

She never thought that the man she would be with for the rest of her life, the father of her child, would

one day become her cousin.

How could it be? Until now, Tongrui still could not accept the fact.

Lingye wiped off the toothpaste foam on his face and rubbed her head. His tone was extremely loving

and gentle. "You're so childish! Brush quickly and have breakfast."

Tongrui felt moved. Fearing Lingye would notice something strange, she lowered her head to brush her

teeth and responded vaguely.

...

Jiahe had just woken up. She did not open her eyes in a daze but touched something warm.

She froze, then touched it. It's strange. When did my pillow become hard?

She opened his eyes and saw the person lying next to her. That was not a pillow but Xinghe.

Jiahe was so frightened that she shrank back, but her bed was small. As soon as she backed up, she

reached the edge of the bed. She would have fallen to the ground if Xinghe had not caught her in time.

"Why did you back up?"

Xinghe showed dissatisfaction, and his eyes even looked a little fierce because of getting up early in

the morning.

Jiahe stuttered, "You, why are you on my bed?"

"You were so drunk last night. I picked you up from the bar, and it was snowing outside. It's hard to

drive back at midnight, so I slept here. Or you'll be responsible if I get into a traffic accident."

Jiahe scratched her hair and looked outside. It was snowing yesterday, but she remembered it did not

fall heavily and stopped after a while. And now there was no snow on the eaves. Where did the heavy

snow come from?

"But how do you know I'm in the bar? Where is Tongrui?"

"She was taken home by Lingye."

It should be that Lingye found Tongrui first and then called Xinghe to pick Jiahe up.

Jiahe wondered why Lingye asked Xinghe to send her back. Maybe Lingye thought that she was

Xinghe's apprentice.

Jiahe sat on the bed with messy hair and suddenly realized something. She quickly lifted the quilt. "Did

anything happen to us last night?"

Xinghe approached her. His voice was magnetic and charming. "What do you want us to have

happened last night?"

Jiahe felt relieved. "It's fine if nothing happened."

"I'm not interested in drunks."

Xinghe suddenly stretched out his arm and put it on Jiahe's body. "You made my whole arm go numb

last night. Help me pinch it."

Jiahe pouted and squeezed it.

Soon, Jiahe remembered that he sent her back last night and spent the night. She wondered if her

roommate saw them.

"Did my roommate see us last night?"

Xinghe glanced at her. "What?"

"If she sees it, the influence won't be good. Of course, it'll especially affect you badly. You're an expert

in the People's Hospital. How can you have anything to do with a young doctor like me? It's

inappropriate."

What did she mean? Is there no relationship between us?

Xinghe's expression was a little cold.

"Who is your roommate?"

"My college classmate."

"What is her name?"

"Shirley."

Jiahe was stunned. "Dr. Jiang, have you fallen in love with Shirley?"

Xinghe stared at her. He remained silent and did not speak. Jiahe felt goosebumps. So she lowered

her head and continued to pinch his arm. She pouted displeasedly.

Xinghe thought in his heart. Is she afraid that I'll fall in love with others?

Meanwhile, Jiahe thought about Shirley. Shirley was their class flower and entered the school flower

selection shortlist. Shirley was indeed beautiful. It was unsurprising for Xinghe to take a fancy to

Shirley. But Jiahe felt unhappy about it.