Wen Baozhu paused in the act of drying her hair. Bracing herself, she walked towards Fu Lian.
The man seemed exhausted too. He took off his glasses with his left hand, and with his right, he pulled her to him by the waist, making her sit on his lap.
There was a faint woody fragrance on the man. Wen Baozhu was already familiar with this scent, but she still tensed up.
"What are you afraid of? Do you think I'll eat you?" Fu Lian slid his arms under her elbows and encircled her waist, creating a soft yet inescapable restraint.
It made it impossible for her to break free or escape.
The heavy yet fulfilling feeling in his arms made Fu Lian feel relaxed. He buried his head in the crook of her neck and took a deep breath.
It was the smell of someone who had just taken a bath, a citrusy freshness with a hint of moisture, which gradually soothed his originally fidgety nerves.
Being so relaxed, Fu Lian couldn't help but let out a contented sigh.
Wen Baozhu felt uncomfortable. Instinctively, she pressed her legs together and couldn't help but rub her back.
"Don't move. Let me hold you for a while."
Wen Baozhu didn't dare to move and just let him hold her.
Suddenly, the phone on the desk vibrated. Wen Baozhu was startled and struggled slightly, reminding him that the phone was ringing.
Fu Lian couldn't help but chuckle. "Coward."
Upset that his rare moment of relaxation was interrupted, a look of impatience flashed across Fu Lian's brow.
He glanced at the caller ID, pressed the answer button, and turned on the speakerphone.
"A Lian, are you resting?" From the other end of the phone came Fang Yuan's charming voice. "There are still a few procedures for the engagement banquet. I'd like to confirm them with you."
Wen Baozhu didn't want to eavesdrop. She thought it was impolite and was about to get off his lap, but the man pressed her down, not letting her escape.
Then, with a hint of warning, he slipped his hand into her pajamas.
The cold and rough touch of his fingertips almost made Wen Baozhu let out a scream. Fortunately, she covered her mouth in time.
Fang Yuan: "I'm thinking of using lisianthus and jasmine for the engagement banquet. What do you think? But the florist said that jasmine is not in season this quarter, so we have to airlift it from abroad..."
"And the red wine. My daddy said we should get a batch of good - vintage wine from his winery. Do you think that's okay?"
Not content with just teasing Wen Baozhu with his hand, Fu Lian also turned his head to kiss her lips.
Wen Baozhu felt that he was deliberately trying to expose her. Angrily, she turned her head to the side and pushed him with her hand, telling him to focus on the call.
"... A Lian, are you still there?"
Fu Lian chuckled, but this laugh wasn't for Fang Yuan. "Go on. I'm listening."
"I feel like you're distracted... Are you working?" Fang Yuan heard his laughter and thought he was also seriously planning the engagement banquet. "Oh, by the way, remember to invite Baozhu to our engagement banquet."
Surprised to hear her name mentioned, Wen Baozhu's smile froze. She felt like a student who had been called on by the teacher while daydreaming in class. Her body stiffened and she couldn't move.
Seeing her tense up, Fu Lian was dissatisfied. So his big hand started to roam around her waist, tickling her.
Unable to hold back, a laugh escaped from her throat.
Fang Yuan on the other end of the phone was extremely perceptive. She immediately heard a woman's voice. "Is there someone beside you?"
"No. It's just a bird chirping." Fu Lian said casually. "I've been so bored these days that I raised a sparrow for fun."
A bird?
As he said this, he turned the woman's face with his big hand and, as expected, saw her glaring at him.
Seeing the beauty angry, Fu Lian didn't feel annoyed but rather found it interesting.
He stopped teasing Wen Baozhu and let her get up. Then he picked up the phone and walked out of the bedroom.
Fang Yuan on the other end of the phone didn't believe it. A suspicion arose in her heart. "When did you start raising a bird?"
"I'll introduce it to you next time."
Fang Yuan wanted to ask further, but the man on the other end of the phone's tone turned cold. "Yuan Yuan, it's already very late. If there are other details, can you call me tomorrow?"
All he wanted to do now was go back and tease that little bird.
After hanging up the phone, Fu Lian walked back into the bedroom. Wen Baozhu had already burrowed under the covers.
She was in the same position as before, wrapped up tightly and facing away from him.
It was obvious that she was still sulking.
Fu Lian shook his head with a soft laugh, walked to the side of the bed and lay down, then hugged her from behind.
The woman lay still in his arms.
"Still angry?"
Fu Lian was in a great mood now and was very patient with this little bird pecking at his hand. "Tell me. How can I make our Baozhu happy now?"
Wen Baozhu slowly turned around to face him.
This position just allowed her to be held in his arms, like a natural shelter.
Perhaps because the distance was too close, a sense of dependence and trust emerged. Wen Baozhu involuntarily began to pour out her heart to him. "I'm not angry."
"Oh? Then what's on your mind? Tell me."
His gentle attitude gave her the illusion that she could completely trust him.
Wen Baozhu hesitated for a moment but still asked the question that had been bothering her for the past few days. "I just find it strange. Why haven't I gotten pregnant yet? We've been trying hard recently, and every time..."
She blushed as she said this.
Every time he didn't take any precautions, and there were several times a night.
With such a frequency, the probability of getting pregnant should be quite high.
The smile on the man's face gradually faded because of her innocent question.
Fortunately, the room was dimly lit, and Wen Baozhu didn't notice.
"Just let nature take its course. Don't force it." Fu Lian lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead. "It will happen eventually."
He was always so calm, as if he had everything under control.
But Wen Baozhu didn't have his foresight. She was only worried about the immediate risks and crises. "But Li..."
Having learned her lesson last time, Wen Baozhu didn't dare to mention Li Wenshu in front of Fu Lian again and quickly changed the topic. "But if I don't have a child soon, I'll have to do in - vitro fertilization."
She had done her research in advance. In - vitro fertilization was very harmful to the woman's body, and the success rate couldn't be guaranteed.
Wen Baozhu was actually very afraid of pain.
Fu Lian lowered his head. His tone had started to be perfunctory, but he was still gentle. "I've told you. You're mine. Without my permission, no one can touch a single hair on you."
Wen Baozhu bit her lip, feeling shy. Her eyes involuntarily avoided his.
Perhaps because Fu Lian was in a particularly good mood today, she really started to act spoiled. She began to play with the buttons on his pajamas with her fingers.
The man gently held her hand and intertwined their fingers, pulling her into his arms.
Wen Baozhu leaned against Fu Lian's chest. The faint woody fragrance on him made her feel at ease.
Listening to his heartbeat, for some reason, perhaps due to the surge of hormones during her period, she suddenly felt a sense of uneasiness.
"Mr. Fu, after I have a child in the future, will I never see you again?"