It is natural to have hatred in life, Shui Changdong (31)

Author: Yaoli

It is natural to have hatred in life, Shui Changdong (31)

Fu Ji lay flat on his back with his hands folded on his abdomen, his spirit more excited than ever.

This was the first time that he and Yan Ran celebrated the New Year together, eating dumplings and receiving red envelopes. It was also the first time that he ate coins from the dumplings.

It was also the first time he received New Year blessings.

Today is the first year he has been blessed.

Fu Ji felt an unspeakable throbbing in his heart. Yan Ran was so gentle today, she smiled so tenderly at him, and her embrace was so warm.

Now Yan Ran is sleeping next to him, and he can touch him with his hand.

He moved and turned sideways to look at Yan Ran lying next to him.

Yan Ran didn't sleep either, but she was still quite sleepy. Her eyelids were already drooped. After feeling his gaze, she also looked over.

Her voice was hoarse and very soft: "Can't you sleep? Is it too noisy outside?"

Fu Ji shook his head, his dark black eyes so bright that they seemed to be shining.

It's windy and snowy outside, the leaves are swaying, but it's warm and quiet inside. It feels like home.

Yan Ran was feeling sleepy. Under Fu Ji's bright eyes, he suddenly leaned over and kissed Fu Ji's cheek gently, like a dragonfly touching water.

Yan Ran whispered: "Goodnight kiss."

Then he said: "It's already very late, go to bed quickly."

After saying that, no matter what Fu Ji's expression was, he closed his eyes and quickly fell into sleep.

boom--

Fireworks were everywhere outside the window, which also woke Fu Ji up. The warm touch still lingered in the corner of his mouth, itching, as if a butterfly had stopped there, with a bit of Yan Ran's breath, like honey collected by butterflies.

Fu Ji suddenly felt that his heart suddenly became very soft. This was a feeling that he had never felt before. His heart seemed not to be his own anymore. The sweet warmth was blocked in his chest, and it was swollen to death.

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Immediately afterwards, the skin that was touched lightly became hotter and hotter, as if it was about to catch fire, and it was almost hot to the touch.

Fu Ji repeatedly touched the place where he had been kissed as if he was possessed. Then, as if he thought of something, he suddenly turned to look at Yan Ran.

The lips that had just kissed him were so soft and warm, but it was a pity that he had already left before he could react.

Yan Ran kissed him?

What is the meaning of kiss?

Is it because of love that we kiss?

Under the subtle warm yellow light, an uncontrollable heat suddenly appeared on his face, spreading to his whole body, covering him with a strange blush at an alarming speed.

Yan Ran had fallen asleep and was breathing steadily.

So, like a curious child, he approached her at a slow speed, observing what magic power that kiss had.

Finally, he couldn't help but be curious, stretched out his cold fingertips, and touched the soft pale lips very lightly.

With a soft pause, he quickly retracted his hand.

Another sound of admiration came out of his mouth: "So soft!"

It was like discovering a new world continent for the first time, I was so happy and excited.

He thought that if Yan Ran kissed him, he would kiss him back.

With this thought in mind, Fu Ji reached over his head, touched the pale lips like a dragonfly, and quickly retreated.

He didn't even taste anything, so he touched it again.

This time it wasn't just a touch, but a lick.

Finally, he tasted it.

It's sweet.

This made him very happy and excited, and his heart beat rapidly.

He still wanted to try it, but Yan Ran didn't give him the chance anymore. She turned over and fell asleep again.

This made Fu Ji not very happy. He hugged Yan Ran, as if he had finally found a harbor that he could rely on. His arms holding Yan Ran tightened a little more, and his ears were pressed against the side of the other person's neck, buried behind the other person's back.

Rubbing his neck lightly, he finally fell into a deep sleep in this warm environment.

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Yan Ran did not go to pay New Year's greetings, but several relatives of the Yan family came to visit Yan Ran to pay New Year's greetings.

Bring your children with you to visit and pay New Year greetings.

As the saying goes, don't hit someone with a smiling face, so Yan Ran also invited them in.

I also gave the child a big red envelope.

The child was wearing a red cotton-padded jacket, his face was flushed, and he spoke in a milky voice: "Thank you, brother."

Fu Ji was on the second floor and saw Yan Ran giving each of the children a red envelope.

He thought, it turned out that the red envelope was not just for him.

Back in the bedroom, Fu Ji threw the red envelope into the trash can.

Yan Ran quickly sent away this half-acquainted relative. He was not very familiar with him at first, and he only saw him only a few times throughout the year. Even if he came to visit, it was only for the small profits of those wealthy people.

She cut some fruit from the kitchen and went to the bedroom.

There was no one in the bedroom. Yan Ran originally wanted to leave, but out of the corner of his eye he saw a red corner in the trash can. He walked over and took a look. Isn't this the red envelope she gave to Fu Ji yesterday?

Yan Ran picked it up and the red envelope was still bulging.

She frowned and put the red envelope aside.

Went to the studio again.

This studio was specially decorated by Yan Ran for Fu Ji to facilitate his painting, but Fu Ji's favorite thing was to nest in the living room.

After knocking twice, no one answered in the studio, and Yan Ran originally wanted to leave.

But the next second, the system made a sound.

[Ding! The villain’s blackening degree has reached 55%!]

Yan Ran: "..."

She had no choice but to knock on the door again and raised her voice: "Xiao Ji, can I come in?"

The people inside were silent, as if they didn't hear anything.

Yan Ran said again: "I cut some fruit for you, do you want to eat some?"

Still no one responded.

Yan Ran had no choice, "Then I'll leave it at the door..."

[Ding! The villain’s darkness has reached 60%!]

Yan Ran: "..."

Yan Ran was really speechless and died.

It is said that a woman's heart is like a needle in a haystack. In her opinion, trying to guess Fu Ji's heart is the real way to find a needle in a haystack.

She had no choice but to open the door and go in without permission.

Fu Ji was painting without turning his head, and there was a smell of painting materials in the studio.

The man is very tall, his hair is loose on his shoulders, and his back looks gloomy and morbid.

Yan Ran walked in, put the fruit plate aside, blinked, and was keenly aware of the undercurrent under the man's calmness.

She came to Fu Ji's side and took a look at the painting that was about to be completed. She saw the deep black sea and felt a sense of depression that hit her heart.

"Why didn't you respond when I called you?" Yan Ran asked him softly.

Fu Ji's expression remained normal, and he smiled at her, apologetically: "Sorry, I didn't hear it."

Yan Ran turned to look at him, unable to figure out the emotions Fu Ji had deliberately hidden, but she could clearly feel that the other person was angry.

But she couldn't understand why she suddenly lost her temper even though she was fine yesterday.

"Those children look very cute." Although Fu Ji was smiling, his tone was distant and cold, "I also like Brother Yan's appearance. I thought Brother Yan would keep them a little longer."

When he said this, there was already a hint of gloominess in his tone that could not be concealed.

Fu Ji: This red envelope was given to me alone, or to other children.
Chapter completed!