Chapter 8 Can You Stomach This?
She can already imagine how dark her future life will be. Just now, she felt something was off, and sure enough, this man actually has a cleanliness obsession
"Can you really swallow this?" Song Anjiu was filled with righteous indignation, overwhelmed by anger
Song Anjiu slowly climbed up, and although he was very reluctant to face him, exposing his back to the enemy was even more unacceptable. Weighing the options, he had no choice but to lie on his back, his hands clutching the thin blanket. At a distance that was neither too far nor too close, he could neither touch him nor appear to be afraid by keeping a distance.
If you perform well, you may consider taking the exam and applying for the library
Without even considering it, Fu Chenshang directly dismissed her suggestion, saying, "Go get a towel"
Song Anjiu pondered for a while and felt that this matter posed no harm to him. Regardless, there was finally a glimmer of hope.
He suddenly moved, and Song Anjiu's entire body stiffened. She hurriedly opened her eyes and glared at him, only to find that he wasn't looking at her at all. It wasn't until she confirmed that he was merely changing his position that she let out a sigh of relief
Alright, it is settled.
Regardless of the requirements
Song Anjiu stood hesitantly at the door, not daring to enter. She clenched her fist one last time, fearing what? After all, she was a well-known delinquent in the city, a female ruffian, and the number of boyfriends she had could circle the Shengjin playground several times.
Song Anjiu then realized that the sheets, blankets, and pillows had all been changed
So?
Seeing her approach with a seemingly carefree demeanor, despite the resolute look in her eyes as if she had already faced death, Fu Chenshang couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in amusement as she lay down beside him
If you can't sleep, read a book for a while
Upon hearing this, Fu Chen's lips curled slightly. Pressing too hard would only provoke her further; at this moment, it would be appropriate to offer some enticing bait related to her interests to stimulate her initiative.
Ah? Really
Song Anjiu was in a state of high tension, unable to relax for even a moment. She had slept alone since childhood; initially out of necessity, but later, after forming the habit, she could only sleep alone. If someone was nearby, she absolutely could not fall asleep.
I thought he would definitely refuse, but unexpectedly there is still a chance. ... However ...
Fu Chenshang, shouldn't your taste be quite refined
If you do not make any major mistakes within three months, you may make one request
Fu Chen glanced at her, placed the book in his hand on the bedside table, lay down sideways, and leaned over her, saying, "If you are not reading, then let us do something else"
Song Anjiu smacked his lips without making a move
What does it mean to perform well? This is too vague
Although this girl appears unruly and unmanageable, her thoughts are remarkably simple, and everything is clearly reflected on her face
Forget it! Rather than reading, she would prefer to stay awake.
After finally mustering the courage to walk over, just as I was about to lie down, Fu Chenshang spoke without even raising his eyes, saying, "Go get a towel to place on the pillow; your hair might shed color since it has just been dyed. Also, from now on, you are not allowed to eat anything on the bed"
Song Anjiu walked heavily to the bathroom to fetch a dry towel, not forgetting to make a last-ditch effort, "Shall we sleep in separate rooms? Actually, I don't sleep very well."
Uh... thoughts are easily seen through
Fu Chenshang, perhaps we should just live apart. Otherwise, it will either be you driving me to my death or me making you lose your temper.
Divorce excluded
What do you think? You don't really believe that I brought you back to be a mere ornament, do you?
What are you doing?
The more I think about it, the more unfortunate it seems, damn it! There are still three months left, how am I supposed to get through this time