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His finger swiped twice on the phone screen, hesitated for a moment when he confirmed the deletion of the button, and then his finger slowly fell. Fan Xing still deleted the call record just now.

Unable to suppress her wild thoughts, the woman leaned against the dressing table. Water droplets of her wet hair dripped onto the surface of the table, gradually staining her arms that had been pressed down by her head.

The bathroom door opened with a crack.

Wen Yiyan walked out from inside while wearing the bathrobe.

Fan Xing panicked and sat up.

She looked at him, bewildered.

In fact, she wasn't so sure. These days, her feelings for him had grown stronger and stronger.

She had given him all her trust without reservation. If he lied to her …

She was actually somewhat afraid of the truth of the matter.

Wen Yiyan saw that Fan Xing's face was pale white, he walked to her side and touched her forehead to feel her temperature, and asked gently: "What's wrong, where's the discomfort?"

When Fan Xing heard his voice, her eyes became slightly sour. She reached out and hugged the man in front of her, burying her head into his embrace so that he wouldn't see how abnormal she was.

The woman tried her best to keep her voice as normal as possible, intentionally acting like a spoiled child as she said softly, "Hubby, do you like me now?"

Wen Yiyan frowned, his eyes filled with doubt, "What happened?"

Fan Xing shook his head and asked: "Do you like me?"

Wen Yiyan felt embarrassed. He really didn't like to keep these words to his mouth and stealthily changed the topic: "Did you encounter any problems at work?"

But this time, he underestimated the persistence of a woman.

Fan Xing's arms around his waist unconsciously tightened as she continued with her previous question, "Can you give me an answer?

Wen Yiyan felt the change in her emotions and his gaze focused. His palm touched the top of her head and he followed her emotions time and time again.

"Well," he said to her, pausing for a moment, "I like you. I like you very much."

Fan Xing raised his head to look at him, and asked uncertainly: "Do you only like me?"

Although she believed in his character, sometimes there was a difference between liking him and liking him.

Could it be that he liked others more than him liking her?

Wen Yiyan didn't know what she was thinking. He lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead, and said in a soft voice, "Mn, I only like you."

With his promise, Fan Xing relaxed a little.

However, she was still afraid and panicked.

She knew that she wanted more of his promise and approval. Only by doing this would she be able to calm the uneasiness that was gradually overflowing from her heart.

But she understood Wen Yiyan.

The fact that he could say these words to her was already the most important promise he could make.

Fan Xing forced out a smile, forcefully suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and said indifferently: "Hubby, promise me. If there comes a day that you don't like me anymore, remember to tell me right away. Don't hide it from me, and don't let me find it out myself, okay?"

Wen Yiyan reached out his hands to cover her mouth, staring at her with determined eyes, "There won't be a day like this."

If this day ever came, he wouldn't have resisted by himself for more than ten years. In the end, he still couldn't control himself and could only sink into oblivion.

Hearing his affirmation, Fan Xing's tense mood eased a little.

"If that day really comes, I mean if you fall in love with someone else, I'll …"

Fan Xing pondered for a long time in his mind, and only then did he find a sentence he thought was appropriate for, "I just forgot about you.

Hearing her words, Wen Yiyan's face immediately darkened.

He gave her a sidelong glance and said in a low voice, "You don't have the chance."

Because of these words, the bottom of Fan Xing's heart was in slight turmoil.

Actually, she didn't want this opportunity at all.

Wen Yiyan pushed her away slightly, took out a blow-dryer from the drawer, plugged it into the electric source and tested the temperature with his palm. Feeling that it was enough, he let Fan Xing sit on the chair in front of the dresser and help her blow-dry her hair.

The man's slender white fingers weaved in and out between her smooth and soft hair. The wind generated by the dryer was just right in the middle of the temperature. Fan Xing enjoyed his gentleness.

The phone call from before suddenly flashed in her mind. Her slender fingers couldn't help but curl up. In the end, she threw away the thought that she shouldn't have and tried to slowly relax.

After their hair dried up, the two of them noticed that it was getting late and got tired of lying on the bed.

The atmosphere gradually turned hot and hot.

Wen Yiyan kissed Fan Xing carefully, the craving in his eyes growing stronger. When his big hands touched the thick tampon, he finally calmed down.

The man clenched his teeth, allowing his emotions to calm down. He asked in a low and hoarse voice, "It's not over yet?"

Fan Xing nodded bashfully, and said softly: "A little more, today is the last day."

Wen Yiyan's gaze had already regained its clarity, as he lightly kissed her forehead. "Go to sleep."

Fan Xing felt that he had endured it a little too arduously and felt guilty. Just as he finished kissing his forehead and was about to roll back to the side, he wrapped his hands around his neck.

She shyly looked at him and softly said, "Anyways, it's already the last day, so it doesn't matter, we can … "Let's give it a try."

As a doctor, Wen Yiyan naturally knew how harmful it would be to a woman's body if they slept together during periods.

He looked at Fan Xing, frowned, and said in a serious tone: "No matter what, you must not have this kind of thought. You must protect your own body well."

Fan Xing was moved by his somewhat strong sense of cherishing. She felt a warm feeling in her heart, and all of the uneasiness caused by that phone call just now was forcibly suppressed.

She smiled back at him. "Okay, I'll remember."

Wen Yiyan's expression finally eased up a little.

After being tormented for such a long time, the two of them finally felt tired.

Fan Xing buried his face in Wen Yiyan's embrace and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

The man gently embraced her, smelled her unique body fragrance, and gradually fell asleep.

A warm yellow night light, which had been left on the side, emitted a stream of light.

As the two slept soundly in each other's embrace, the phone that Wen Yiyan had placed on the dressing table rang.

A slightly ear-piercing noise during this late night woke the usually light sleeping Wen Yiyan up in an instant.

He frowned as he opened his eyes. A hint of regret flashed across his eyes.

He actually forgot to mute his phone.

Wen Yiyan gently moved the woman's head away from his arm.

He carefully got out of bed.

The man walked over to the dressing table and picked up his phone to take a look. Ye Zichen frowned even more.

Holding the phone, he slid the button and the ringing stopped.

He turned around and walked out of the door to answer the phone.

Fan Xing was in a daze because of the noise, and was in a half asleep state.

She rolled over and reached for the man beside her. She patted him up and down a few times, but it was empty.

She opened her eyes and saw that Wen Yiyan was not there.