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Chapter 28 "Give you time, save enough love"

Fu Zhi pursed her lips, ignored him altogether, passed by him and kicked him lightly, "Don't talk nonsense, how can I find you when you say that-"

Duan Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly, met her gaze, and a smile curled up on his lips, "What are you looking for?"

His voice was low, but the tail tone was light, and there seemed to be a faint smile.

Fu Zhi poked her neck, and said in a small voice, "You talk nonsense, how can I find a boyfriend in the future?"

Duan Zheng slightly raised his eyebrows, his peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, he lowered his eyes to look at her, with a provocative voice:
"Fu Jiujiu."

"You are good at it, I'm not dead yet!!"

Fu Zhi blinked, and leaned over directly, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, "Duan Zheng, why aren't you angry?"

Duan Zheng looked down at the little girl who came closer.

Followed by that faint but pleasant smell of strawberry and peach fruit.

He raised his brows lightly, put his hands on his shoulders, and looked at her meaningfully.

Fu Zhi's eyelids twitched, and she quickly grabbed her bag and walked out of the studio.

Duan Zheng laughed and shook his head, and followed.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed her little head, and a low and clear voice fell into his ear:
"Fu Jiujiu."

"That's all you can do, huh?"

Fu Zhi was startled slightly, and looked up at him.

"Marry me if you have the ability, spend my money every day, and still give me a hard time."

The clearer his voice, the better it sounds, and the sounds of each word gently passed by her ears.

Fu Zhi's ears were numb, and his breath was blowing against her ears, like a thin numb electric current, continuously spreading from the pinnae to the apex of the heart.

She exhaled deeply, and asked softly: "Can I not marry you, but still be able to fuck you?"

Duan Zheng raised his eyebrows lightly, and his lips curled up slightly, looking handsome but gentle.

"That's not going to work. There can't be any confusion about the status. My family is strict, and you know that."

He stretched out his hand to open the co-pilot's door, and his bony fingers rested loosely on the door.

The afterglow of the setting sun coated his eyebrows with a soft and clean light.

"Fu Jiujiu."

"Tell me, do you have a problem with me?"

When he spoke, his voice was slightly lowered, and his clear and shallow breath passed by her ear.

Fu Zhi was slightly startled: "Why do you ask that?"

Duan Zheng saw Fu Zhi sitting on the co-pilot, bent slightly, and passed a hand in front of her.

Fu Zhi held her breath.

When she looked up, her eyes met.

As the distance drew closer, the scent of cedar wood from the man's body lingered between Fu Zhi's nostrils.

Light and clear, clean and pleasant smell.

She lowered her eyes, suppressing the emotions in her eyes, her back was straightened, and her curled eyelashes trembled slightly.

Her skin was white and translucent, with a little pink on her lips, she sat there obediently like a doll.

In the next second, there was a "click".

The sound of the seat belt being buckled.

Only then did Fu Zhi relax, it seemed as if a century had passed in just a few seconds.

Fu Zhi's heart was beating wildly.

This feeling seems to be back to the way it used to be.

When she first fell in love, she had an unrealistic and crazy dream without telling the whole world.

No matter how well Fu Zhi hid it, Duan Zheng could still feel the subtle changes in her.

He turned his head slightly, and his warm breath passed by her ears little by little.

"Fu Jiujiu."

"I'll give you time, just like you save fudge, save enough love for me."

He paused every word, his voice was gentle, each word seemed to be finely polished, gentle and provocative, but with an indescribable feeling.

　Fu Jiujiu: "I've run out of fudge, I can't save enough QAQ"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)