Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 615 - 616: Sharing the Same Bed and Pillow

Chapter 615: Chapter 616: Sharing the Same Bed and Pillow

He Xing did not insist further but rose from his seat with a smile. Smiling, he walked towards the door, then... under Fu Han’s gaze, he turned around at the end of the bed with a smile, made a detour to the other side of the bed, and casually sat down on it.

Feeling the bed shake, Fu Han’s face turned even redder, and she said angrily, "What are you doing? I’m going to sleep."

"I’m going to sleep too," He Xing said as he began to undo the buttons of his shirt, speaking naturally, "After all, we’ve been sleeping like this in the hospital. You should be used to it by now."

When Fu Han was hospitalized, He Xing did indeed spend the first night dutifully sleeping on the sofa; but from the second night on, he started making various excuses to join Fu Han in bed.

Such as the sofa being too cold, or claiming he was just temporarily keeping her company in bed until she fell asleep and then he would leave, any excuse Fu Han could or could not think of he conjured up, desperately finding ways to sleep beside her in bed.

Fu Han initially struggled fiercely, but then she realized no matter what, she could not outlast He Xing with his thick skin. So, eventually, she gave up the struggle and tacitly allowed He Xing to sleep in the bed.

That said, it was only last night that Fu Han truly gave up resisting, because she figured there was no need for all the fuss since she was being discharged today.

After all, she didn’t believe He Xing would dare to be so shameless once they got home.

It turned out Fu Han was wrong, He Xing indeed could be so shameless. Today, not only did he propose, but he also carried her in his arms like a princess in front of Grandpa He, and now he was brazenly sitting on her bed, intending to nap together with her.

Fu Han rubbed her forehead in agony and said helplessly, "You... you go out first. Let me change my clothes, and then you can come back in."

"I’m not falling for that." By then, He Xing had already taken off his outer clothes and slipped adeptly under Fu Han’s quilt with a grin that showed his teeth but not his eyes: "I know if I go out, you’ll definitely lock the door immediately. Would I still have a chance to come in?"

Having her ploy exposed, Fu Han was so infuriated that she trembled, yet she was utterly helpless.

He Xing had already resumed speaking, "If you want to change clothes, you could go to your dressing room. That’s the place for you to change."

Fu Han’s last trick was defeated by He Xing, and she stared at him furiously, wondering if there was any way she could throw this man, who was over 1.8 meters tall, out with her own strength.

The result was negative, in the face of her almost 1.7 meters, she was so delicate.

He Xing then pulled the quilt up to his chin, revealing only an innocent face as he looked at Fu Han: "Xiaohan, last night you kept kicking your quilt off, and I woke up several times to cover you. I’m really tired, would you come and sleep with me for a bit? I promise not to misbehave."

Fu Han’s heart immediately melted. Dropping the line, "You sleep first, I’m going to change," she then went to her own dressing room.

She had a habit of always wearing pajamas to sleep; otherwise, she felt uncomfortable all over.

As she shut the door to the dressing room, He Xing shouted extra loudly, "Xiaohan, be quick. Don’t keep me waiting too long."

Changing clothes only took a few minutes, but by the time Fu Han returned, He Xing had already closed his eyes.

Given how unpredictable He Xing had been over the past couple of days, she didn’t know if he was genuinely asleep or faking, so at first, she didn’t pay him any mind, merely walked over to her side of the bed, blushed, and gently lifted the quilt to sit down.

But after waiting for two minutes without He Xing stirring, she thought he might actually be asleep, and she leaned forward slightly to take a closer look.

So close, there wasn’t a single flaw on He Xing’s face; if you didn’t look carefully, you’d think his skin was so perfect it had no pores.

Fu Han lay on the bed, covering herself with the quilt, propped up on her elbows, staring at He Xing.

His eyelashes were so long, and extremely dense, like they were fake; and then there were his lips...

Fu Han touched them lightly with her hand. She looked down at her clean fingertips, no trace of lipstick, and couldn’t help but smile gently. This man was barefaced yet seemed to have a visage that bore makeup.

In the future, if anyone said that fate was not biased, she decided to bring that person to see He Xing, who had such a perfect face, was so smart, and had such strong working capabilities—it was as if all the good things in the world had been given to him.

She was extremely tired, but looking at He Xing, sleep escaped her. She even thought it would be nice to keep staring at him like this—after all, it was pleasing to the eyes, wasn’t it?

Suddenly, a smile appeared at the corner of He Xing’s lips, and Fu Han mentally cursed her luck. Before He Xing could open his eyes, she flipped over and collapsed onto the bed.

She knew she had been tricked again, but this time she planned to brazen it out, after all, it was He Xing who had tricked her first.

And sure enough, the next second, He Xing’s hand reached over, accurately resting on Fu Han’s waist, his voice accompanied by laughter: "You were watching quite intently just now, why pretend to be asleep now?"

Fu Han felt the hand on her waist, scorching like a branding iron, imbuing an unusual sensation.

She heard her heartbeat grow stronger, craving to move, yet she dared not, for she keenly felt He Xing’s face just above her own, his breath softly falling on her face.

Minutes passed, or perhaps less than that, before He Xing’s long arm wrapped around her, pulling Fu Han into his embrace, kissing her hair: "Okay, no more teasing, let’s go to sleep."

Fu Han’s back rested against He Xing’s chest; she could clearly feel his strong heartbeat; she could also sense her own thumping.

Gradually, their heartbeats melded into one, eventually syncing up as if sharing the same beat.

Fu Han’s heart became calm. Like an unborn baby tucked in He Xing’s arms, she was tightly enveloped by him.

It seemed like since her mother’s death, Fu Han had never felt such a sense of security, that all-encompassing feeling, layer upon layer, like donning heavy armor, impervious to any assault.

A smile unconsciously formed on her face. She moved slightly, settled into a comfortable position, and fell into a deep sleep.

...

In the darkest corner of the Cafe, at a table that could seat four, there sat two patrons with waist-length hair, dressed impeccably in woollen coats that glowed with a faint halo, clearly of great value.