Fang Anyu didn’t understand what it meant to like someone, nor did he know how to express it accurately. He spent most of the night trying to figure out what was causing his turbulent emotions.
He could only rely on instinct to get close.
Instinct is often the most genuine reflection of one’s inner self. Just like when you like someone, you want to get close to them, touch them, and possess them.
Fang Anyu has lived a life of luxury since childhood, with everything prepared and delivered to him. However, the things he actively asks for no longer exist.
I’ve never felt this intense desire to be close to someone before.
Jun Yueyue was still dazed and her mind wasn’t quite clear. She was being pressed down by a mountain and had her mouth gagged, so she couldn’t speak. If it were anyone else, she would have slapped them long ago.
But Fang Anyu’s aura was too gentle. Even when he was being a rogue, it was like a soft little rabbit kicking its leg, which failed to arouse Jun Yueyue’s vigilance. She only found him cute.
She squinted at Fang Anyu, made a couple of grunts, and then simply relaxed and indulged Fang Anyu’s recklessness.
Fang Anyu was very straightforward; he didn’t hide his intentions. He pulled the blanket over Jun Yueyue, but for some reason, he was ready to act but wouldn’t…
Jun Yueyue couldn’t help but laugh again. She threw off the blanket, stared at Fang Anyu, whose face was flushed, for a moment, then reached to the wall next to her and turned on the light in the room.
The glaring lights came on, and Jun Yueyue shielded her eyes with her arm and yawned.
“Oh my god…” Jun Yueyue muttered, got up and leaned against the bed, patted Fang Anyu’s shoulder with a “smack”, “It’s one thing for you to be a hooligan in the middle of the night, but to keep someone hanging on like that, you’ve gone bad.”
Fang Anyu saw her speak but didn’t understand what she was saying, so he looked anxious, grabbed the newspaper next to him, scribbled a few words, and handed it to Jun Yueyue.
The two of them had kicked most of their clothes off the bed and were huddled together under a blanket, like two hamsters huddled together for the winter.
Fang Anyu’s last-minute decision to stop was both perplexing and somewhat amusing to Jun Yueyue.
Jun Yueyue took the newspaper and glanced at it. It read, “You were frowning just now. Were you in pain or unwilling?”
Jun Yueyue pouted. It did hurt a little, but this kind of thing would be fine after a couple of times. As for whether she wanted to or not…
Wasn’t her attitude obvious enough? If she really didn’t want to, she would have kicked him off the bed long ago.
She wouldn’t actively try to fool Fang Anyu into doing anything with her, but she also lacked principles. Her code of conduct was to neither make promises, take the initiative, refuse, nor take responsibility. If Fang Anyu took the initiative, then it wouldn’t be considered that she was lying, since they were both adults and it wouldn’t be a big deal for them to have some fun.
The atmosphere was quite nice just now; that half-asleep, half-awake state was indeed quite restless. But once the light was turned on and I sat up, I became more alert and clear-headed, and I no longer had the desire to go with the flow.
Besides, the environment of this small hotel is really unsuitable. Moreover, Jun Yu and Fang Anyan are staying next to them. If the two of them really start causing trouble, Jun Yueyue is not the type to restrain herself. With this partition, the sound recording effect for the people staying on both sides is exactly the same as that on site.
Jun Yueyue was annoyed at the thought of seeing Fang Anyan tomorrow morning, knowing he would start nagging again.
So Jun Yueyue hesitated for a moment and wrote down with her head down: “Your brother is right next door. This small hotel is only separated by a board, so it’s not soundproof at all. Besides, your brother warned me not to touch you, you know that?”
Fang Anyu took it and looked at it, then suddenly turned her head to look at both sides with a very interesting expression, like a kitten that had stolen a fish, still holding the fish in its mouth, but was told that the fishpond owner had seen it. It panicked and looked around, not knowing where to run.
Jun Yueyue reached out and smoothed a tuft of his curly hair that was sticking up, and continued writing—Baby, stop making a mess and go to sleep, it’s almost dawn.
Fang Anyu’s inexplicable impulse did indeed dissipate after the two of them sat up like this, but he still really wanted to know the question he had asked Jun Yueyue before she went to sleep.
So he rewrote it again—If you marry my brother, will you still be with me…
”Snap!” Jun Yueyue saw that he had written half of it and reached out and pressed her hand on his hand.
She snatched the pen and wrote on the ground—I will not marry your brother, but if I marry someone else, of course I will have nothing to do with you anymore.
Fang Anyu took the newspaper and looked at it for a while, then asked persistently, “Why?”
This guy is so stubborn. Jun Yueyue decided to challenge him. She slapped her thigh, leaned against the headboard, grabbed a newspaper and pen, and started lecturing him: “If I have a marital relationship with someone else and then have a relationship with you, that’s cheating, and that’s immoral.”
Jun Yueyue laughed after writing it. She, a person with no moral bottom line in her life, was still talking about morality with a little fool in the middle of the night.
Fang Anyu replied after a while—I know about infidelity, but in TV shows and novels, there’s a type of person called a lover.
Jun Yueyue raised her eyebrows high after reading it—You mean a mistress? You want me to be your mistress? Or you want to be my mistress?
After reading it, Fang Anyu nodded and, under Jun Yueyue’s curious gaze, wrote: “I’ll be yours.”
Jun Yueyue had never accepted a man’s confession in her life. She never expected that the first time she was confessed to, the other party would want to be her mistress.
She found that when she was with Fang Anyu, he could always make her laugh. Even when she was woken up in the middle of the night like a lunatic, she didn’t feel any discomfort.
Looking at Fang Anyu’s serious expression, she couldn’t help but laugh.
I wonder what TV dramas and books Fang Anyu usually watches. Could it be that they all glorify mistresses?
She picked up the pen, scratched her head a few times, pinched Fang Anyu’s cheek, and wrote again—But that’s immoral. And then you’d have to be secretive with me, and no one could know. Is that okay?
Fang Anyan seemed to be stuck in a dead end, his two eyebrows furrowed in worry.
He knew that kind of thing was wrong, but why was it wrong? He had read many books, and everyone had different opinions. For example, one book said that people should be upright, examine themselves three times a day, have noble character, and do everything without shame. But the next book would teach others to act recklessly, without restraint, without betraying their true selves, and live a carefree life.
As for what happens on TV, it will only be more chaotic, making Fang Anyu even more confused. What exactly is morality anyway?
After thinking it over, he decided to follow his own ideas and replied after a while: Okay, I won’t tell anyone, and you shouldn’t tell either.
After reading it, Jun Yueyue was both amused and exasperated.
Feeling amused, I wrote: “You might have to wait for me, even if it’s raining heavily or snowing heavily, but I might not be able to come. That’s okay, right?”
—It’s okay, I can wait.
—There are no secrets that stay hidden forever. One day people will find out, and your brother will get angry with you then. Aren’t you afraid?
—I’m scared, but my brother won’t really be a danger.
—But if my husband finds out, you’ll get beaten up, beaten until your head is bleeding and your teeth are flying out. Can you handle that?
Seeing Fang Anyu hesitate, Jun Yueyue suppressed a laugh, thinking he was about to back down. But Fang Anyu wrote again—”Will your husband hit you?”
—Maybe. Aren’t you afraid he’ll hit you?
—I’m scared. I can’t fight… but I’m more afraid he’ll hit you.
The corners and edges of the newspaper were already filled with the two people’s writing. When Jun Yueyue looked at Fang Anyu’s last sentence, she felt for no reason as if someone had poked her heart with a stick.
There was nothing thrilling about it; instead, it was a bit sore from the sharp pain.
She unfolded the newspaper, turned it over, and then folded it again to write—Even if you’re not afraid, it’s no use; I can’t let you be my lover.
After reading it, Fang Anyu quickly wrote again—Why? You can ask him to hit me; I won’t fight back.
—Is it because you want to be my lover that you want to be with me?
—It’s okay if we don’t do it, but we can stay together, eat together, and sleep together. Can’t we talk like this?
How can that be? If they’re not lovers or boyfriends/girlfriends, the only ones who can meet these conditions are husband and wife.
Jun Yueyue was originally just teasing Fang Anyu, but as she teased him, she wrote something increasingly outrageous, intending to scare him away. However, she didn’t expect his expression to become more and more serious, and he was seriously considering the feasibility of the idea.
He was trying every possible way to lower his expectations in order to become her lover.
There were no demands, he was willing to do it secretly, it didn’t matter if he was beaten, he could wait indefinitely, and he didn’t even have to do it… If the two of them hadn’t only met for two or three days, Jun Yueyue would have suspected that Fang Anyu had fallen in love with her.
After all, if you really did all of Jun Yueyue’s requirements, how humble would you have to be, and how much would you have to like someone?
Jun Yueyue circled her finger around Fang Anyu’s face a few times, tapped his nose, and wrote with her head down: “You wouldn’t happen to have fallen for me, would you?”
Almost the instant Jun Yueyue finished writing, Fang Anyu snatched the pen and wrote next to the sentence Jun Yueyue had written: “Yes, I like it.”
Fang Anyu replied so quickly that Jun Yueyue thought she was communicating with a normal person.
She stared at the word “like” on the newspaper, stunned. Undeniably, for a novice who had never been confessed to before, the words written on paper were even more moving than hearing someone say them aloud.
Jun Yueyue’s breath hitched for a moment, but after a while, she looked up and met An Yu’s clear, almost blinding gaze, and chuckled again, “You don’t even know morality, what do you know about liking someone…”
Jun Yueyue has seen all kinds of affection, from life and death separations in the apocalypse to sharing joys and sorrows, whether it is driven by passion or selfishness, there are countless forms of affection, but there is no affection without any passion or expectation.
Fang Anyu’s eyes were so pure that Jun Yueyue felt a little ashamed that she had been stunned by the word “like” from him.
She attributed it all to the fact that she really needed to find a companion. Once she got back, she needed to act quickly and decisively, and find a real man, otherwise she’d start believing even the words of that silly boy.
Jun Yueyue muttered something, crumpled the newspaper into a ball and threw it on the ground, pulled the blanket down and pressed Fang Anyu down to lie down, turned off the light, patted his shoulder, and said without caring whether he could hear her or not, “Go to sleep!”
Fang Anyu sometimes refused to communicate, knowing that Jun Yueyue didn’t want to talk anymore.
In the darkness, he slowly bit his lip. He had never met anyone so patient, someone who would talk to him like this even if he woke her up in the middle of the night.
But Jun Yueyue did not agree to his request. Fang Anyu, with his head on his pillow, looked at Jun Yueyue in the darkness, feeling a little sad.
Fang Anyu rarely felt sad. He knew he couldn’t speak or hear, and his reactions were particularly slow, making it very difficult for anyone to communicate with him.
Therefore, Fang Anyu could understand and did not care about their impatience and their keeping their distance.
This was the first time he had met someone like Jun Yueyue, who had never treated himself as a disabled person.
Accepting his disability was the fastest and most natural thing to do, without forced smiles or suppressed impatience. Fang Anyu was slow to react, but he wasn’t stupid. He could sense how others treated him. He liked being with Jun Yueyue and liked being treated like a normal person.
He’s a little… reluctant to get a divorce.
After the divorce, she will be with someone else, and whoever it is, it will definitely be easier to communicate with them than with him… She also doesn’t agree to him being her lover. Will they have a chance to meet again?
Fang Anyu buried his head in the pillow and sighed softly.