His Kiss Was As Deep As His Soul

"Okay, great. Now it's my fault. It's fine if the both of you don't get married tomorrow, but the both of you will have to get married within two months at least!"

"I understand grandfather, Feng Gu, I'll leave the wedding process to you. I'm sure we will get busy soon enough and would have a hard time prioritizing things. Remember to update us about the process." Fu Yunting's white beard swayed from his sudden movements. It was a clear and rare sight for his grandson to compromise! After saying that, Fu Yunting left under the care of the servants. It was 8 p.m. at night, it was his bedtime.

Wen Xiaoya naturally leaned into Fu Lengye's arms. Looking at Fu Yunting's back as he left, she was a little lost in her thoughts. She thought of her parents who had been persecuted and killed by Xu Zhou.

Something in her heart had broken, and the sound of the breaking heart could be heard. Fu Lengye tightened his arms and used his hands to place the loose hair behind her ear. He spoke with a gentle tone, "Then, shall we go to bed as well?"

Wen Xiaoya snapped back to her senses and used her elbow to push the man away!

"Let's go to sleep, thank you!"

Fu Lengye held her hand tightly and pulled her into his embrace, and pretended to be angry.

"In the future, don't talk nonsense if you can't make a promise."

"Who made you a promise?"

Wen Xiaoya was angry, and a little tired today. She was in debt, she met her little disciple and spoke for 5 hours, and had to act with the old man. Now, she had reached her breaking point and had no strength to push him away.

"On the phone, I asked if you would push me away like last time. What did you say?" Fu Lengye was very close to her. The tip of his nose was close to hers, and his breath gently blew between her lips.

Wen Xiaoya was so tired that she collapsed in his arms, and finally allowed herself some rest. Her brain had already stopped working, mechanically recalling what she had said at that time. Then, she repeated it in her mouth. "I said... I won't, how can I do that when I love you..."

When she said the word love, she realized that she had said the wrong thing. Fu Lengye's hug tightened, he wished that he could stick this stubborn little cutie into his pocket forever. 

That way, she would never get hurt.

"Sigh, I don't care. I'll just say it. Prince, if you want to sleep with a zombie, go ahead." As Wen Xiaoya said this, her eyes closed and she felt sleepy. She even leaned her head against his chest, this was because it was so comfortable!

Fu Lengye used his energy to support her entire body, but he could not feel any weight. The little cutie was too skinny. He had to think of a way to fatten her up in the future.

He did not know what she had done at home today, but it looked like she exhausted all her energy. Not long after, Wen Xiaoya fell asleep in Fu Lengye's arms.

Fu Lengye asked in a very low voice, "Feng Gu, what did she do today that made her so tired?"

"Sir, Mrs. Fu had a video call with a man for five hours today, and she had been very patient and attentive to Old Master Fu, it's probably why she had just fallen asleep."

"What? Five hours? With whom?"

Feng Gu shook his head. He did not know who it was either.

When Fu Lengye heard that she was on the phone with another man — and it was a video call — his voice became a little louder, and his arms unconsciously held on to her a little tighter.

Wen Xiaoya felt uncomfortable from being held up, so she groaned a few times. Fu Lengye had no choice but to treat her as if she was fragile in his arms. He immediately relaxed his grip and gently patted her back with one hand.

He suddenly felt like a joke. Which lucky man in the world got to receive such treatment from her?

In the end, would she be hurt by other men too?

Fu Lengye still could not get angry at her. From the first time when she vomited blood all over him. For some reason, a germaphobe such as him could not get angry at her. 

This included last night too, he was hard and ready for her body. However, after being chased out of the door by her, he only went back to his bedroom to take a cold shower.

Wen Xiaoya, a woman who was completely out of his control. A woman who could not be matched with her in person characteristics even after he scoured for information in the network.

Her appearance was obviously different, but his instincts caught the afterimage of someone else that overlapped with his memories.

Was he to boldly assume that she was not Wen Xiaoya, if not, then who could she be?

After he brought Wen Xiaoya back to her bedroom, he wiped her hands with a warm towel. He carefully moved her body to the bed bit by bit and adjusted her into a comfortable sleeping position. Her long eyelashes fluttered like a gentle butterfly from being moved. 

Fu Lengye sat by the bed and looked at Wen Xiaoya who had already been sleeping soundly. 

Wen Xiaoya suddenly frowned. He did not know what she was dreaming about, but the corners of her eyes gradually became moist.

A caring smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Then, he leaned over and kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

On one side, he used his lips to plant deep and shallow kisses all over her body.

On the other side, he used his hands to caress the outline of her body.

How could the sleeping beauty be a zombie? She, who did not reply, tasted somewhat different to him.