Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 93 He Doesn't Want to Lock Her Up
There was no movement for a long time.

It took a while for her to feel that Feng Beiting seemed to be sitting up.

Immediately afterwards, a piece of quilt was stuffed under her feet, and the front of her body was also tightly tucked in. Only her back was covered with a warm body.

Feng Beiting hugged her with his arms outside the quilt, like hugging a spring roll.

"I know that you are used to wrapping yourself up when you sleep, and I will cling to you more tightly than the quilt, so don't be afraid to sleep peacefully." A gentle kiss fell on her hair, and a sigh that was as light as a sigh " Good night".

Jiang Yimian's eyes suddenly froze.

How did he know his sleeping habits? !

She found it strange, but she didn't try to ask Feng Beiting again, because she believed that his answer would definitely arouse her new doubts.

For a long time afterwards, the two of them didn't say anything, and they seemed to be going to sleep.

Of course, no one fell asleep.

They are all thinking about things.

What Feng Beiting thought was that it felt so good to have his wife by his side at night.

They rested on dreams, seriously belonged to the night, and the two hearts came closer and closer in the light of life, like a dark seal, branding its secret creation with fire.

Although they are one in front and one in back now, they will walk side by side in the future...

Her secret heartbeat and breathing were tied with a heart by him and sank into the bottom of the bottle, with the purpose of making a jar of unknown honey...

Compared to Feng Beiting, Jiang Yimian's thinking was much more complicated.

A little bit of detail is like a piece of a small jigsaw puzzle. It takes great care and patience to piece together a complete story, so as to unravel the worries that entangled her like a confusing net.

It has to be said that Su Fu's novels gave her a lot of inspiration.

Maybe……

It was not by chance that she met Feng Beiting.

It is the necessity of his deliberate deliberation.

Thinking of all the coincidences she had experienced after meeting him, every detail did not arouse her any suspicion at the time, but now that she thinks about it, she always feels that those things cannot stand scrutiny.

That sequence of events, in retrospect, is like a set of dominoes built, seemingly perfect and indestructible, but as soon as one of them was removed, the others would come crashing down.

The process of their acquaintance is too perfect.

She used to feel that he fit all her fantasies about friends, but now she suddenly suspected that that "fit" was actually his deliberate catering.

but--

There was one thing she still couldn't figure out.

What is the original intention of Feng Beiting throwing out these "puzzle pieces"?
In her memory, he never appeared.

This question troubled Jiang Yimian all night.

Yes, she stayed up all night.

It's not that she didn't think about escaping while Feng Beiting fell asleep, but she felt that there was little hope.

He could think of going downstairs to block her in advance, it's impossible not to consider other situations.

Later, she took the opportunity to go to the bathroom to test it out, and sure enough, he woke up as soon as she moved, and his voice was sober that he didn't look like he had slept.

But when she saw Feng Beiting's rosy face the next morning, she denied this conjecture.

She was the only one who couldn't sleep at night.

The clock on the bedside table showed that the time was 8:12 in the morning. Although it was this hour, there was no sunlight in the room. The heavy curtains blocked all the light from the sky, and the bedroom was quiet and sweet.

Feng Beiting hadn't woken up yet, he seemed to be in a deep sleep, breathing heavily.

But Jiang Yimian could tell from his body reaction that he was probably about to wake up.

She closed her eyes and tried her best to relax her mind and body, her fair face sank into the soft pillow.

It seemed that she was also soundly asleep.

After a few minutes--

Feng Beiting folded his arms and buried his face in the hollow of her shoulder. He took a deep breath, but his eyes were still closed.

The delicate kiss fell on the back of Jiang Yimian's neck, with suppressed tenderness.

Jiang Yimian struggled a little, not too much, as if she was just upset because someone disturbed her in her sleep.

He smiled, slowly opened his eyes, but did not continue to harass her.

Holding her tenderly for a while, when he found that the abnormality in his body became more and more obvious, he held Jiang Yimian's hand by accident.

Her hands were different from his, small and soft.

The nails are neatly trimmed, and the nail body is not very long, making the fingers not so slender and slender, but very cute.

When the palms are flattened, there will be a row of small pits at the joints, which are soft, a bit like pear dimples on her cheeks.

Feng Beiting stroked gently with his fingertips...

Originally, he took her hand to bring it under the quilt, but suddenly turned around and pressed it against his lips.

Her fingertips were a little cold.

His lips were hot.

"Mianmian, it's a new day." I love you more than the past yesterday.

finally--

Feng Beiting "released" Jiang Yimian's hand.

He did nothing.

Before getting out of bed and going to the bathroom, he didn't forget to cover her with the quilt.

The moment the bathroom door closed, Jiang Yimian opened her eyes "openly", her eyes were clear but with a hint of doubt.

Touching her fingertips and twisting them lightly, she slowly frowned.

Can't figure it out...

She thought he would do something against her will with her hands while she was asleep, but he didn't.

In fact, the word "while" is not appropriate.

Even in her fully awake state, she is no match for what he really wants to do.

Or, he simply wanted to use this method to test whether she was awake just now.

The latter seems to make more sense.

There was the sound of "squeaking" water in the bathroom, mixed with some other subtle and imaginative sounds.

Jiang Yimian estimated the time and made sure that Feng Beiting would never leave the bathroom before getting out of bed.

She went straight to the entrance.

But she didn't open the door directly to go out, but looked out through the door mirror.

She was worried that Prison Temple would stay outside.

After the failed experience last night, she is extremely cautious now.

The corridor was empty as far as the eye could see.

Jiang Yimian's eyes lit up, she opened the door and rushed out.

She didn't close the door, leaving a way out for herself. She felt that if Feng Beiting really came to arrest her like last night, the door wouldn't delay him for long.

A few steps into the elevator, the hope that had just been ignited in Jiang Yimian's eyes instantly turned into despair.

The display screen is a red "Stop" word, and the door of the stairwell is locked. It looks tall and heavy, giving people a feeling that they cannot be opened even if they are close.

She thought sarcastically, this place is really safe, for such an insecure man as Feng Beiting.

Jiang Yimian's eyes gradually lost their brightness.

There is only one feeling in her heart at the moment, fortunately she didn't close the door...

Walking back resignedly, she felt that the slippers had become heavier than last night.

Passing by Mrs. Penn's house, she rang her doorbell, knowing that there was little hope.

Unsurprisingly, she was disappointed.

Back at Feng Beiting's house, the bedroom door was open, and the faint sound of water coming from the bathroom continued.

Her bag was placed on the cabinet in the entrance, the moment Jiang Yimian took out the phone from inside, Jiang Yimian was so excited that she almost shed tears.

Fortunately, the phone still has power.

Unfortunately, there is no signal.

All the communication software have become decorations, even the mobile phone itself has lost its value, Jiang Yimian can't think of anything else to do with it other than smashing walnuts.

Frustrated, she threw the phone back into her bag, and crouched on the ground with her head in her arms. The feeling of fear from last night gradually resurfaced.

It must be Feng Beiting's fault!

Must be him!
The "creak" and "creak" of the teeth gnawed, Jiang Yimian clenched his fists tightly, the knuckles pushed up the small pit on the back of the hand, the edges and corners suddenly rose, and they were no longer as round as before.

After adjusting her mood, she was just about to find Feng Beiting's cell phone when she heard the sound of the bedroom door opening "click".

Feng Beiting came out in a white bathrobe, and casually wiped his dripping hair with a towel.

The shoes barely made a sound on the carpet.

"Give up?" He said suddenly, his tone was cold and without warmth.

A drop of water hung from the slightly drooping eyelashes, reflecting the cold light in his eyes.

Hearing this, Jiang Yimian froze, a chill ran down her spine.

She supported the cabinet and stood up with a pale face, "I don't understand what you are saying."

"It's best if you don't understand..." He curled his lips lazily and smiled like a cat.

His hair was half wet, and he went to the cloakroom to change.

Walking to the door, the footsteps paused slightly.

He didn't look back, his gaze fell straight ahead, he didn't want to care about certain details of his expression, "Mianmian, I like everything about you, cunning, double standards, and cleverness, I like everything.

However, I don't like it when you use them on me.

Don't hurt me, and don't hurt yourself, okay? "

He didn't want to lock her up...

Before entering the bedroom, Feng Beiting turned his head slightly, and a pair of handcuffs lay somewhere in his sight.

The silver light is shining, but there is no temperature.

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　　ps: Handcuffing is actually a bit vulgar, but I can't help it. Feng Simei's thinking is different from normal people after falling ill. Don't be as knowledgeable as him~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)