Chapter 2 Sleep in the Same Bed_2

Fu Yisi's gaze briefly paused on Ji Sang's face.

"Okay."

Just like that, he agreed.

Ye Lin was very happy, no longer made small talk, and directly urged the two to rest soon.

At the Fu Family's, naturally, she and Fu Yisi shared a room.

Ji Sang watched as Fu Yisi pulled her suitcase into the room without hesitation. She bit her lip and finally stopped at the doorway.

Fu Yisi turned back to look at her, his eyes still cold.

"What are you doing?"

Ji Sang glanced at him, saw that there was no embarrassment on his face, and secretly clenched her teeth, then walked in.

Fu Yisi didn't bother with her anymore and went straight to the closet to grab some clothes and headed to the suite's bathroom. Listening to the sounds coming from the bathroom, Ji Sang's cheeks turned red.

Sharing a room with a man she had only met three times, even if he was her husband in name, she still found it somewhat unacceptable.

The night in late spring was mild; the window wasn't shut tightly, and the breeze blew in, stirring up her hair. Ji Sang didn't know why, but even though the night was cool, she felt a bit hot.

The room they were in was previously Fu Yisi's room; the whole room had a black and grey palette, perhaps because he was a doctor, so everything was exceptionally neat and tidy. There wasn't a lot of stuff, but it was also not monotonous.

About ten minutes later, Fu Yisi came out.

Wearing a silver-grey silk robe, the collar unbuttoned, revealing his exceptionally sexy Adam's apple. Ji Sang glanced at it and quickly diverted her eyes. She has always liked beautiful things and feared that she couldn't stop staring, or even that she might make some unreasonable requests.

"I... I'm going to take a shower."

Ji Sang picked up the clothes already prepared on the side and walked into the bathroom, closing the door noisily behind her. Fu Yisi, who was drying his hair, looked at the closed door, his eyes slightly narrowed, feeling a wave of irritation.

His need for cleanliness was always severe. Accepting someone into his living space, his life, was not simple.

He thought of Fu Jue's words: She is your wife.

Fu Yisi's eyes lowered, and he went to the small balcony to open the window, his thoughts drifting to six months ago.

His parents had specifically called him back and threw a pile of photos at him.

"Marry, or come back and take over the company."

He was nearly thirty, and his family was anxious. They knew he liked his job as a doctor, so they came up with this method.

He disliked trouble. Ji Sang was the first person he had a blind date with and also the last. His eyes narrowed slightly; he didn't know if his decision was right or wrong, but at least he had been comfortable for the past six months.

As for Ji Sang, he didn't have much aversion to her.

It was only when the sound of the door behind him rang that Fu Yisi regained his thoughts. Turning around, he caught sight of Ji Sang, and his gaze lingered.

Ji Sang wore a sleeveless nightgown that just covered her knees, and her skin appeared soft and tender after her bath, her face without makeup shining even more, bringing out a different kind of innocent charm. Her damp hair rested on her shoulders, making her skin seem even whiter.

Ji Sang, who originally thought her dress was fine, suddenly blushed under Fu Yisi's gaze. Right, she was comfortable dressing this way when alone, but now, there was another person in the room.

She looked at her nightgown and realized it might indeed be inappropriate.

She quickly pulled a thin jacket from her suitcase, put it on, and somewhat flusteredly straightened her hair.

"Can I use your hairdryer?"

Fu Yisi scoffed, amused. She had already used the bathroom, and yet she was asking such a question. Without responding, Fu Yisi lifted the covers and lay down, picking up a medical magazine to read.

Ji Sang:...

No words, that meant consent.

Ji Sang took the hair dryer to the bathroom, closed both the inner and outer doors tightly, and then turned on the hair dryer at its lowest setting.

Her hair was shoulder length, not too long, but thick, so drying it was troublesome. It took about ten minutes to dry completely.

When she came out, Fu Yisi was still reading.

Ji Sang scratched her hair.

"Is there... an extra blanket or quilt?"

Fu Yisi moved his gaze from the book and looked at the woman next to the bed, who wore a look of awkwardness, and coldly asked,

"What for?"

"I'll sleep on the couch."

Fu Yisi looked at the double seater sofa, which wouldn't be comfortable even for her. He closed the book in his hand and placed it aside.

"No bed?"

Ji Sang remained silent.

There was a bed, a large one, but is it really okay for two people who only met three times to share it?

Seeing the woman hesitate, impatience flashed in Fu Yisi's eyes. He had already made so many concessions, yet this woman still wasn't being sensible!

He pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Turn off the lights."

With that, he lifted the covers and lay down.

He had a habit, on days without an evening shift, he would sleep at ten o'clock sharp.

Coincidentally, so did Ji Sang.

She wasn't a pretentious person; if he could accept sleeping together, why couldn't she? It was just sharing the same bed.

After simple skincare, Ji Sang lifted the covers on the other side, lay down, and turned off the light.

After a long flight, Ji Sang was indeed tired. She fell asleep not long after lying down. Meanwhile, Fu Yisi, who had lain down before her, opened his eyes after hearing the steady breathing coming from Ji Sang.

He looked at the woman's sleeping posture thoughtfully. Her body was curled like a bow, an expression of a lack of security. This was different from the image of Ji Sang he knew.

Her smile was confident on the big screen at the photography contest award ceremony, natural when meeting his parents, and even when he asked her to marry him initially.

It was hard to imagine that such a person lacked a sense of security in private.

Just as Fu Yisi's thoughts wandered, a leg suddenly draped over him, followed by her soft body leaning against him. Her arm embraced his neck, and her legs entwined with his, his nostrils filled with the light fragrance of her body.

Even though they used the same shower gel, it seemed to smell particularly pleasant on her.

However, seeing the woman's posture like hugging a teddy bear, Fu Yisi's face darkened.

For thirty years of life, no one had touched him like this, let alone a woman!

Fu Yisi frowned tightly, stretched out his hand, and effortlessly shoved the person on him away. Once the constriction on his body was gone, Fu Yisi breathed a sigh of relief. But within minutes, the woman entangled him like an octopus once more.

Fu Yisi:...