Sixty-Five 1 Thoughts of Love (Sixty-Five)

I don’t know how many times she turned over in bed when Tang Feifei heard the sound of water in the bathroom stop.

She grabbed a pillow and placed it upright on her right side, pretending to be on the 38th parallel. Then, she pulled up the quilt to hide herself in it, closed her eyes, and pretended to sleep.

When Tang Yu came out wrapped in a bathrobe, he could only see a bulge in the quilt.

“Aren’t you afraid of suffocating yourself if you sleep like this?” He smiled bitterly and wiped his hair intermittently.

Tang Feifei didn’t respond, her body was almost stiff like a fossil.

He simply threw away the towel, stepped over, and pulled the quilt off her head with his long arms. Her eyes were still tightly closed, and her eyelashes were shaking. Tang Yu laughed and flicked her forehead, “Okay, stop pretending, it’s as tight as a stone.”

“I’m not pretending, I’m really sleepy.” Tang Feifei pulled the quilt back again, but this time it didn’t cover her head, but her eyes were still closed, and her body turned to the side, with her back to him.

Tang Yu saw the pillow she had laid across the middle of the bed, and he stretched his long arm across her body and patted it, "What is this?"

"The 38th parallel." Tang Feifei muttered, "I'll sleep on this side tonight, and you'll sleep on that side."

Tang Yu laughed out loud and rubbed her hair, "Is it childish?"

Tang Feifei: "..."

Tang Yu didn't care about her 38th parallel or not. He went around to the other side and sat in the quilt. The first thing he did was to pull away the pillow that was blocking the two of them to the extreme.

Tang Feifei stretched out her hands and quietly pulled the pillow with force.

"Don't pretend to sleep anymore?" He raised his eyebrows.

Tang Feifei only answered him with a thin 'hum', like a little animal.

"Okay, let go quickly." He spoke like he was talking to a child.

"No, you can't take it away." Her head was still buried in her pillow, and the sound she spoke was like a mosquito.

"Pretentious." Tang Yu pulled the pillow away without much effort. He rested his head on her back and looked at her from top to bottom. "If I really want to do something to you, what do you think a pillow can do?"

"That at least shows my attitude."

"Your attitude is that I can't touch you?"

"..." Tang Feifei pursed her lips and didn't say a word. In fact, it's not that he can't touch her. It's just...

Women are like this, saying one thing and thinking another! Because of modesty, you always have to pretend.

Tang Yu patted his shoulders, "Lie here, I'll hold you to sleep."

His shoulders were broad and strong. In fact, Tang Feifei had secretly imagined countless times that she would sleep in his arms, especially the way he looked at the moment, which was too tempting for her. She gave up her modesty and hesitated for only two seconds, then poked her head out of the quilt, moved up a little, and rested her head on his shoulders.

She was wearing a set of white and pink plush pajamas. Tang Yu stretched out an arm from behind and held her. His long fingers slowly stroked her clothes, as if feeling the softness of the pajamas.

"Why haven't I seen you wear this pajamas before?" he asked.

"You were always in Beijing before, and didn't care about me. Of course you haven't seen it."

"Are you really going to keep talking about this for the rest of your life?"

Tang Feifei raised her head and looked at him, "Last time you said you missed me in the past three years. Then tell me how much you miss me. If you can satisfy me, I will forgive you and never mention this again."

Tang Yu lowered his eyes and met her eyes. He hugged her tightly with one hand and held her soft little hand with the other, letting her climb on him like a koala.

It was the first time that the two of them were so close, and his heart became especially soft. This feeling was something he had never experienced before.

"How much do I have to miss you to be satisfied?" Tang Yu asked.

"Forget it, your answer will definitely not satisfy me. I don't want to hear lies." Tang Feifei waved her hand. Another question came to mind, "Then tell me, when did you stop treating me as your sister and start considering being with me?"

Tang Yu was helpless, "Why do you have so many questions in your head? What else do you want to know?

Think about it carefully and ask it all at once."

"... Can I really ask?"

"I'll give you one chance tonight. After tonight, you're not allowed to ask any questions in the future."

"Then I'll ask!" Tang Feifei lay on his chest and looked at him, "Brother, are you sure you really like me? It's not because I'm your sister, you want to treat me well as a brother, and you mistakenly think that this is your love for me."

"What about the second one?"

"If you really like it, when did it start?"

"Anything else?"

"...The last one!" She raised her hand, looked at him carefully, and then continued to ask: "You loved Liang Rujin so much before, why did you suddenly want to divorce? Then...will you suddenly stop liking me?"

Tang Yu hugged her waist and hugged her to him. He grabbed the back of her head with his big hand and pressed her little face down. The two of them looked into each other's eyes, and they were so close to each other that their breathing became disordered. Tang Feifei saw her nervous self in his deep black pupils. The next moment, she heard his hoarse whisper: "I'm going to tell you the real answer, you may think I'm a beast."

"..." Her eyelashes trembled, and she couldn't speak.

"In fact, I don't know clearly when I started to like you. Maybe it was three years ago, or maybe it was earlier than three years ago."

Tang Feifei was stunned. She never expected the answer to be like this.

Tang Yu held her hand and stroked her waist, then continued hoarsely: "When I was in my 20s, I often had erotic dreams. Many times, the heroines in the dreams were imaginary. But there were a few times when some accidents happened."

"...What accidents?" She licked her dry lips.

Tang Yu lifted her long hair from the corner of her mouth with his big hand and whispered: "In the dream, it was you several times."

Tang Feifei fluttered her eyelashes.

Tang Yu's breathing became heavy, and the atmosphere suddenly became extremely ambiguous.

"Scared?" Tang Yu looked at her and said nothing.

"No." Tang Feifei shook her head, she was just too surprised. "Then...how old was I at that time?"

Tang Yu coughed uncomfortably, "Maybe...17 or 18 years old!"

"Liar. You were 30 when I was 17 or 18. You just said you were in your 20s."

Mingming usually looks silly, but now she is suddenly smart.

"Okay, tell me the truth." Tang Yu sat up a little, looked at her, and seemed to find it difficult to speak. After a while, he said stiffly: "When you were about 15 or 16 years old."

Tang Feifei stared at him with wide eyes, "At that time, I treated you as my own brother, and I had no other thoughts."

So, it was not her who had the desire first.