The weather is getting cooler in November, and you need to wear a thin woolen sweater over your shirt every time you go out.

When there was no class, Ye Hehuan began to frequently go to the building materials market, and at night he searched online for popular interior decoration in his dormitory.

If she comes across a decoration style that she likes, she will call Yu Zhongxiao to discuss it.

Yu Zhongxiao patiently listened to her chatter on the phone. As long as she liked something, he would not say anything bad about it. This conniving attitude caused Ye Hehuan to change his mind every now and then.

Although he was often tired and had back pain, Ye Hehuan did not find it troublesome. On the contrary, he felt very fulfilled.

Yu Zhongxiao calls her every day.

Mostly at night, I would call her on a whim at noon, and sometimes I would even take a break from the busy schedule to come to school to pick her up for dinner.

On weekends, if Yu Zhongxiao is free, he will accompany her to visit the building materials market.

When the shop assistants called her "Mrs.", Yu Zhongxiao looked normal and did not explain or stop her, as if they were really an ordinary couple who came to buy materials.

As the clerk walked away, Ye Hehuan tugged Yu Zhongxiao's big hand and whispered: "She seems to have misunderstood, why don't you explain?"

"Explain what?" Yu Zhongxiao took her hand and walked into the store.

Ye Hehuan let him lead her, her cheeks turned red when he asked, and she muttered, unable to explain.

Yu Zhongxiao squeezed her hand slightly, his deep eyes wandered over the wallpapers listed in the window, and he didn't seem to care much when he spoke: "Anyway, you will hear others call you that in the future, so you should adapt to it in advance.

"

He said 'later' -

Still said it in such a matter-of-fact tone.

Ye Hehuan couldn't help but curl her lips. She also thought that they would have a beautiful baby in the future.

…

After dinner, Ye Hehuan did not go back to school.

As for Binjiang Garden, Yu Zhongxiao didn't take her there again, perhaps because he was worried in case a situation like that morning happened again.

In the end, the date location returned to the hotel.

At night, Ye Hehuan curled up with her slender body in Yu Zhongxiao's arms, watching boring variety shows, obviously yawning all day long, but she couldn't bear to fall asleep.

I like the smell on him, it's very masculine, healthy, and full of manly scent.

"Have you been home recently?" Yu Zhongxiao's low voice sounded in the room.

Ye Hehuan heard that he cared about her, so she squeezed into his arms again and made an excuse: "Aren't you busy recently? I'll go back when I have time."

For more than twenty days, she not only did not go back, but she also did not take the initiative to make a phone call home.

A home like that brought her very little happiness, especially after Han Minjing came back. Every time she stepped into the house, what she feared most was to see a quarrel.

Just like when she was coming home from school when she was little.

"If...I mean if, my grandfather was not Ye Jiming, and my grandfather was not Han Yongsong, would you still be with me?"

Yu Zhongxiao heard the disappointment in her words, lowered his head, and the orange light crossed the bridge of his tall nose and cast a silhouette. He asked softly: "Why do you ask this so suddenly?"

"Answer me first!" Ye Hehuan wrapped his arms around his neck willfully, like a broken child begging for candy.

"..."

Yu Zhongxiao raised his fingers and stroked her cheek: "What I need is a person, not a beautiful identity."

After getting the answer she wanted, Ye Hehuan was "laughing through tears". She leaned her head on Yu Zhongxiao's chest and listened to his steady and lazy heartbeat. But then, the expression on her face dimmed again, and for the first time, she

My worries are revealed: "What if no one else agrees with us being together?"

"I will find a way." This was Yu Zhongxiao's answer to her.

Simplicity and firmness are better than any amount of sweet words.

…

The mutual attraction between men and women is ultimately due to the secretion and stimulation of hormones in the body.

Late at night, they couldn't help but kiss uncontrollably like countless men and women in love, and make love on that wide bed.

The moment of complete union is not only a physical but also a spiritual fit, and a joy that goes deep into the bone marrow.

In the silent room, there were only the rapid breathing intertwined with each other, which was depressing but charming.

Ye Hehuan's nails dug into Yu Zhongxiao's lean waist. When he increased the range and frequency of his movements, she screamed out uncontrollably. In such a rampage, her body seemed to be thrown into the clouds and was no longer her own. .

Yu Zhongxiao's black eyes stained with lust looked down at her, his wheat-colored firm skin covered with a thin layer of sweat. His breathing and his gaze were particularly charming and sexy.

She was like a ball of soft plasticine, being manipulated into various poses by those big rough hands.

When it was almost over, Yu Zhongxiao opened the drawer of the bedside table and took out a box of fainting condoms.

Ye Hehuan stared at the disassembled condom and remembered that at Binjiang Garden that day, Yu Zhongxiao had ejaculated directly into it, and she seemed to have forgotten to take the medicine afterwards.

But it shouldn’t be such a coincidence, right?

——

There are some things that you cannot think about. Once you think about them, they will feel more and more like that.

Ye Hehuan was lying on the bed unable to sleep, and was still wondering whether she should take medicine. Then she thought about her aunt who didn't come at the beginning of the month. She lived a careless life before, but now she couldn't help but take the worst. Thinking about it, today is already the 23rd, although she used to have her aunt visit every other month.

What if it really does happen?

Ye Hehuan was unwilling to go to the hospital to have an abortion, not only because an abortion would be harmful to her body, but also because this was her and Yu Zhongxiao's first child.

But given the current situation, they shouldn't have a child.

…

Ye Hehuan woke up from a faint stomachache. He turned his head and realized that it was bright and dim outside. It should only be around five in the morning.

The man next to the pillow may be too tired and is still sleeping soundly.

Ye Hehuan quietly got off the bed and went to the bathroom holding his stomach.

When she saw the blood streaks on her underwear, she was relieved but also a little disappointed. The aunt she had been looking forward to for most of the night came, but it also meant that she was not pregnant.

Since the last incident, Ye Hehuan has been carrying spare sanitary napkins in his bag.

She put sanitary napkin on her underwear and crept back to the bed. As soon as she lay down, Yu Zhongxiao next to her moved, turned over and hugged her from behind. It was almost a subconscious movement. He still had his eyes closed, but Ask her what she was doing.

"Go to the bathroom." Ye Hehuan nestled in his arms and coquettishly cooed, "My stomach hurts a little."

Then there was a big hand on her lower abdomen.

The warmth in the palm of his hand seemed to have healing properties. After a while, Ye Hehuan found that the pain had eased, so he closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

——

Ye Hehuan's period only lasted one day.

When she returned to the dormitory to take a shower at night, she found that the new sanitary napkin was very clean, and the previous one had no blood at all, and the amount was pitifully small.

She had never encountered this situation before, and after taking a shower, she asked around in the dormitory.

Ma Ningning disagreed: "I do this sometimes. I come and then stop coming. What's the big deal?"

Wen Xiang opened the door from the balcony after drying clothes, and did not forget to joke with his personal experience: "I haven't been here for four months, and my aunt didn't say anything. You've only been here for a month, so go aside and don't irritate me."

"

"My situation is different from yours."

"What's the difference?" Ma Ningning and Wen Xiang asked in unison.

Ye Hehuan didn't dare to mention the pregnancy issue. Just when he was thinking of words to fool him, Duck was already beside him, raising his hands enthusiastically and interjecting: "Could it be a ruptured hemorrhoid?"

"..."

Everyone dispersed in a hurry.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Ye Hehuan finished answering the routine call from Yu Zhongxiao and was just about to climb to the upper bunk to sleep when the cell phone placed beside him began to vibrate again.

Displayed on the screen is the Ye family’s landline number.

Ye Hehuan put on his slippers again and went to the balcony to answer the phone.

When the call was connected, it was not Ye Jiming or Aunt Fan's voice that came over, but Han Minjing's cold voice: "It's me."

"..."

Ye Hehuan couldn't help but tighten his fingers holding the phone.

Han Minjing didn't hear her response, and paused before saying, "Already asleep? I called you just now, but it kept saying that you are on the phone. I asked Aunt Fan, and she said you are not on the phone right now.

You probably haven’t rested yet.”

"Is something wrong?" Ye Hehuan asked.

The events that happened in the past prevented her from being as close to her mother as other girls.

"Why didn't you go home this weekend?"

Ye Hehuan frowned, and what he said was already thorny: "Why should I go back? What, you want me to be an audience to watch you quarreling again?"
To be continued...