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"Ding."

The two of them walked into the elevator one after the other, Wen Yiyan pressed the floor number.

Something seemed to be congealing in the air, but Fan Xing did not move at all. The man glanced at her and was the first to open his mouth to break the deadlock.

"Why did you go to the Game Hall?"

"I want to go."

"Why didn't you notice the time?"

"Fun."

"Have you had dinner?"

"Yes."

"What did you eat?"

"Watermelon."

"You only ate watermelons?"

"Yes."

"…"

Wen Yiyan looked at Fan Xing whose words were like gold, and frowned. This kind of conversation method was still so familiar, but it made him feel inexplicably depressed.

Because the person who would usually ask all sorts of questions was Fan Xing, and the person who barely answered with a few words was him …

In his current state, he didn't feel good.

"Ding." The elevator opened.

Fan Xing quickly stepped out of the elevator and arrived at his home's entrance. After entering the password, he went in to change his shoes.

Just as she finished changing her shoes and was about to walk into the living room, she was pulled by Wen Yiyan.

Fan Xing turned his head to look at Wen Yiyan. There was not a trace of doubt in his eyes, but more of dissatisfaction.

After a long time that he could not wait for Fan Xing to speak, Wen Yiyan could not hold back anymore.

"What's the matter with you?"

"Nothing."

"Are you angry?"

"Oh."

She was angry at Wen Yiyan's attitude. Was last night's matter going to end like this?

In his heart, even if there was a tiny bit of her position, he still couldn't say such cold words.

Wen Yiyan was stunned where he was. It had been a while since he last saw Fan Xing angry, to the point where he had forgotten about it himself.

No matter how cold he was, she would change her ways to make him happy.

And now …

So it turned out that she cared so much about him not touching her.

Which woman could stand such a marriage?

But he couldn't give her what she wanted. If she broke through the last line of defense and found out the truth …

He did not dare to think about it, nor did he want to think about it.

Fan Xing looked at the expressionless Wen Yiyan and let out a cold snort. She had already said it so straightforwardly, not only did she not try to coax him, she even had the time to be stunned … This was too much!

She shook off his hand and went upstairs.

The man looked at her straight back and frowned.

What should he do with this woman?

When Wen Yiyan went back to his room to grab his pajamas and prepare to go downstairs to wash up, he heard a burst of laughter coming from the corridor. He finally understood the scary laughter described in the《 Wall》.

Because he now experienced what it was like to laugh so loudly that pieces of the glass house collapsed like flowers.

This woman was so angry at him one second, she could laugh herself out of the house the next.

Wen Yiyan originally wanted to pretend that he didn't hear anything and continue walking down the stairs, but after hearing those words, he stopped.

"You want to invite me to be your girlfriend this Saturday night, right …"

Silence.

Wen Yiyan retreated a few steps back.

"Why not?"

Another bout of wild laughter.

Wen Yiyan frowned.

"My husband? I don't know how busy he is at his work, but he can't care less about me … "

Wen Yiyan did not notice his movements, the pajamas in his hands had already been pinched so hard by him.

"And my husband, he …"

Fan Xing's voice suddenly lowered, and he slowly walked to her room, listening intently.

But no sound could be heard.

Suddenly, the door opened with a "Pa Da" sound.

Fan Xing, who was holding a cartoon pajamas in his hand, did not raise his head to look at Wen Yiyan.

He completely treated the man like air and moved sideways past him.

But the moment he was about to cross over, he was grabbed by Wen Yiyan and pushed towards the wall.

He wrapped the woman in his arms, his eyes quite displeased.

"You want to be someone else's partner?"

"Yes."

"If I don't touch you, how can you be so angry?"

Fan Xing turned her face to the side, not looking at him.

He squeezed her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Did you really love me?"

Fan Xing stared at him with her black eyes, "Why do you have to ask me again and again about my love for you?"

She broke free of his restraints and went down the stairs three at a time.

Wen Yiyan looked at her back figure, and her thin lips slightly pursed.

Fan Xing who had returned to his room after showering buried himself in his bed. Her husband was like a pig's hoof, he didn't understand the situation at all.

Despite knowing she was angry, he still asked for a question. It seemed like it wasn't just the hoof of a pig, but the hoof of a pig that had been roasted.

The whole room was silent, the low pressure swirling around them.

The depressed Fan Xing tossed and turned on the bed, and in the end, sat up with a distracted mind. He went downstairs to the kitchen to get a drink, and met Wen Yiyan who had just made tea.

Without looking at him, she went into the kitchen to get water.

Wen Yiyan looked at the expressionless Fan Xing, and his eyes dimmed a little. But before she turned around, he had already walked out of the kitchen.

Fan Xing's face immediately turned ugly.