It was as cold as ice.

Shen Donglin paused for a moment, then casually changed the topic, "I'll go buy you something to eat."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

However, not long after Shen Donglin walked out, he heard Ning Yao's proud voice from behind him, "Shen Donglin, regardless of whether you are happy or not, regardless of whether you are willing or not, you must marry me."

His figure paused for a moment, but he did not turn around. Instead, he quickened his pace and left.

Ning Yao was so furious that she clenched her fists and beat the quilt hard, "Ahhhhhh …"

She knew that Shen Donglin had agreed to marry her not because he liked her, but she was still unwilling.

Eleven o'clock in the evening.

Mo Han stood on the top of the highest mountain in Cloud City.

From her point of view, most of Cloud City was in full view, dotted with stars.

It was like an upside-down night sky.

She stretched out her hand, as if she could pick stars.

Fu Yuchen sat beside her. He tilted his head and looked at her thoughtfully.

Very quickly, he turned around and looked into the distance.

Under the thin night, everything was quiet, so quiet that only the sound of the night wind blowing through the treetops could be heard.

Suddenly, the wind blew.

A loud crash rang out in his ears.

The stars in the sky seemed to be covered by thick dark clouds. Not long after, it seemed as if it was raining.

One drop, one drop …

"It seems to be raining."

Mo Han stretched out her hand and rain fell on her palm.

Her wrist was exposed from her sleeve. It was very thin, and the bones on her wrist protruded obviously.

Fu Yuchen easily held it in his palm and said, "Let's get in first."

Mo Han was stunned for a moment. She subconsciously wanted to retract, but she didn't want to be grabbed tighter by him.

When he was about to board the car, he finally let go.

Not long after, pea-sized raindrops fell from mid-air and smashed into the car, making a "pa pa pa" sound.

Fu Yuchen thought that it would rain and leave the top of the mountain as soon as possible, but he didn't want him to suddenly say righteously, "Auntie, your hands are a little cold. I don't mind warming them up for you."

Mo Han was stunned and looked suspiciously at Qing Juan's face.

She blinked her eyes again. It must be her ears that were hallucinating! It must be like this …

Seeing Mo Han remain silent, Fu Yuchen raised his eyebrows and asked, "Auntie, do you think I'm taking advantage of you?"

Mo Han: "…"

Isn't that so?

The dim yellow light of the street lamp pierced through the curtain of rain and squeezed in through the glass window, landing vaguely on the half of Qing Juan's face.

His black eyes were as deep as black holes in the universe, as if they could easily devour everything.

Before Mo Han could say anything, her hand had already fallen into a pair of warm palms.

"Fu Yuchen!"

Isn't this a bit too much!

If a word doesn't agree with her, he forcefully kisses her. If a word doesn't agree with her, he grabs her hand. If a word doesn't agree with her …

Someone didn't care about Mo Han's anger and dissatisfaction at all. He simply wanted to give her Nuannuan's hand.

It was raining so heavily now, and it was almost midnight. For the sake of safety, they could not leave at all.

Mo Han took a deep breath, looked up at the man beside her, and gritted her teeth.

Just as she was about to say something, Fu Yuchen didn't want to be stolen by Fu Yuchen. Fu Yuchen lazily looked at Mo Han and his thin lips slightly squirmed, "Auntie, please don't think nonsense."

"I … was thinking nonsense?"

Mo Han frowned, almost choking on her own saliva.

Fu Yuchen nodded his head leisurely. "Of course, if Auntie insists on thinking nonsense, I won't be able to stop her. However …"

With a change of tone, a pair of dark eyes narrowed slightly invisibly and said playfully, "I don't mind explaining a few more times."

Mo Han narrowed her eyes and smiled, her eyebrows curving.

However, her heart was restless and crazy. She really wanted to beat him up!

Mo Han let out a long breath and stopped struggling, allowing him to hold her hand tightly. She simply fell silent and looked up at the windshield, quietly staring at the thick curtain of rain.

Seeing that she was silent, Fu Yuchen lowered his eyes and carelessly hooked the corners of his mouth.

For a moment, the carriage was exceptionally quiet, as if only the sound of rain was left in the entire world.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, as if it was going to drown the city.

Mo Han was a little worried about Little Lanlan, who was left at home, but she also knew that it was not easy to go down the mountain in such a situation.

After thinking for a while, Mo Han turned to look at Fu Yuchen and looked at the hand he had saved, "Sir …"

Fu Yuchen raised his eyebrows, and his deep voice seemed to overflow from his throat, "Huh?"

Two.

The pair of black eyes were deep and calm, looking at her without a trace.

Mo Han did not avoid it. Under the thick lenses, apricot eyes were as clear as water, reflecting his glorious appearance.

"Sir, why don't we slow down? We don't know how long this rain will last."

What should we do all night long?

This lone man and widow …

"Auntie, are you worried?" Fu Yuchen suddenly smiled. He deliberately raised his head to look at the downpour outside and continued, "I'm plotting against you."

"I--"

Mo Han choked so hard that she couldn't say a word.

Fu Yuchen laughed again.

He looked at her in perfect leisure and said seriously, "Auntie, you've made me admire you more and more."

Mo Han lowered her eyes and forcefully suppressed the dissatisfaction in her heart. She was shameless!

"Actually, you don't need to worry about that. I'm not that hungry yet …"

Before Fu Yuchen could finish his sentence, he saw Mo Han smiling like a stinking cat. He narrowed his eyes and said, "It doesn't matter! I thought that night, I was bitten by a wild dog by the roadside."

Fu Yuchen was stunned.

Seeing someone's shriveled appearance, Mo Han curved the corner of her mouth and smiled proudly in her heart.

Pausing for a moment, she smiled and said, "Sir, you really don't like me, do you?"

Mo Han's soft, waxy voice suddenly reminded Fu Yuchen of the pure milk he drank in the morning.

But when Fu Yuchen came back to his senses, it was as if he had been stung by a bee, and he almost jumped off his feet.

"Auntie, have you read too many romance novels?" She said mercilessly as she coldly looked at Mo Han.

How could he like her!

An old woman who was running four years old, even if she was a few years older than him, was still so old-fashioned.

"… Perhaps!"

Mo Han pursed her lips and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Then, she pulled her hand out without a trace and gently rubbed it together.

She knew that this was the sequelae of her excessive bleeding. When she left the operating room, the doctor had mentioned it to her.

"Sir, let's go back! I'm worried that Lanlan will wake up in the middle of the night on such a rainy day."

"Alright."

…

From beginning to end, Fu Yuchen did not ask Mo Han where she had been for so long in the afternoon and evening. He did not ask her why her face was so pale when he saw her at the convenience store.

Because Fu Yuchen knew that even if he asked, he probably wouldn't hear the truth from her mouth.

Rather than making her go to great lengths to find an excuse, it would be better if she didn't ask anything.

From the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, the ten-minute drive had taken more than half an hour.

It was already one o'clock in the middle of the night.

At some point, Mo Han fell asleep against the car window. Her short hair fell from behind her ears, covering half of her face.

She slept soundly.

By the time they returned to the villa, the rain had lessened considerably.

Fu Yuchen drove the car into the courtyard of the villa. Butler Zhang had already been waiting by the side with an umbrella.

Seeing that the car had stopped steadily, Zhang Lu hurriedly walked forward and supported the umbrella above Fu Yuchen's head.

Very quickly, Fu Yuchen opened the passenger door again.

Under Butler Zhang's stunned gaze, he personally carried Mo Han out and strode towards the lighted door.

Little Mo and sir …

Impossible! How could Sir have taken a fancy to Little Mo! The gentleman treated the servants very well, but he had stayed in the villa for three years, and he had never seen the gentleman treat anyone so well!

Even Miss Liang had never received such treatment. He clearly remembered that last time Miss Liang had sprained her ankle, it was Zhao Yi who carried her into the car.

Butler Zhang didn't dare to think any further.

Fu Yuchen carried the sleeping Mo Han back to her room.

After placing her on the bed, he took off his shoes and coat and took off the pair of old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses on his nose before tucking her in with a thick quilt.

There was an orange wall lamp in the room, and the small freckles on her face suddenly became less obvious.

Her eyelashes were long and curly, thick and dense.

Fu Yuchen couldn't help but laugh and stretched out his hand.

His fingertips were slightly cocoon-like, slightly rough, and slowly swept across the plain face.

"Dad, Dad … don't … I hate you, I will hate you forever …" The person lying on the bed was suddenly shocked. His brows were tightly knitted together, and he could almost kill an ant, "Dad … Dad … don't … I hate you … I hate you for the rest of my life …"

In a trance, tears silently rolled down from the corner of her eyes.

Wet the ends of your hair, wet the pillow towel.

Her entire body suddenly trembled, and her entire body was filled with a kind of resistance and rejection.

Fu Yuchen knew she was having a nightmare.

Instead of waking her up, he held her hand gently, feeling that she was slowly calming down.

When Fu Yuchen wanted to pull out his hand again, he discovered that Mo Han had tightly saved his hand.

More precisely, half of her arm fell into her embrace.

Fu Yuchen was stunned.

He didn't dare to pull out forcefully, he was only worried that he would wake her up. At this time, Mo Han's sleep was extremely unstable.

After hesitating for a moment, Fu Yuchen didn't even take off his coat and lay down beside Mo Han.

Although this bed wasn't very big, even if the two of them lay flat, they still had enough surplus.

Unfortunately, Mo Han was sleeping sideways, always close to him, and her arm was even carried into her embrace.

Fu Yuchen didn't dare to move at all.

They were so close that even though they were separated by a layer of clothes, he could still clearly feel the soft car owe them.

That night, for Fu Yuchen, who had always been in debt to the Forbidden Valley, it was simply a hell of a torment.

He wasn't interested in women, but he was interested in Mo Han …

* Absolutely!

All night long, his Xiaozhou Continent was filled with fighting spirit, and he didn't feel the slightest bit tired.

It was not until dawn that Fu Yuchen managed to fall asleep.

One autumn rain, one cold.

After the heavy rain last night, the temperature of Cloud City in late autumn suddenly dropped, and it became several degrees colder.

Under the row of dangui trees in the corner, there were small orange flowers on the ground.

The air was humid and filled with the fragrance of flowers.

Sleeping soundly, Mo Han slowly opened her eyes, her long, curled eyelashes trembling slightly.

Immediately after, an exceptionally handsome face appeared in her field of vision without warning.

In that instant, Mo Han was stunned and forcefully pressed down to the side of her mouth to shout loudly. Her eyes were wide open, and she did not want to believe that this scene before her was real!

Fu Yuchen?

He, how did he appear in her bed?

On the way back last night, she seemed to have fallen asleep, and she slept soundly. She seemed to have even had a dream.

After that …

As if he had sensed something, the corner of Mo Han's mouth twitched fiercely and he discovered that he was hugging an arm.

A man's arm.

The owner of that arm was lying beside him. He was sleeping soundly at this moment, and he didn't know what kind of beautiful dream he had.

Mo Han was so shocked that she subconsciously let go of her hand.