Blessed To Have Each Other In This Life

Mu Zi was wrapped in self-loathing emotions.

She thought she was not a person who judged people by appearance, but now she found out that she could not be immune.

"How about you if you don't believe it?" Murong Cheng teased her on the phone.

Mu Zi recovered.

"...If you don't believe it..." The voice was stagnant, and Mu Zi was depressed, and he was no longer in the mood for joking, "Believe it or not.

When she finished speaking, she said nothing, as if sulking.

"What's the matter?" Murong Cheng was a little surprised, and could detect that her mood was not right.

Mu Zi replied: "Nothing."

Her voice was weak, and Murong Cheng thought she was perfunctory.

"Zizi, are you angry?" He was puzzled, did he have something to provoke her? But they usually talk like this, and they haven't seen Mu Zi angry.

Mu Zi also felt strange and boring.

She was just mad at herself.

"I'm fine, maybe I'm a little tired." She replied lazily, not wanting Murong Cheng to worry needlessly, but she really didn't have any interest in chatting.

Murong Cheng became more suspicious.

If Mu Zi is in front of him, he can hug her, caress her gently, kiss her, try to figure out what she thinks, and do his best to calm her emotions.

But Mu Zi was not there, and the two communicated over the phone, making Murong Cheng deeply feel the pain of lovesickness in a different place!

"You can rest early when you are tired. Remember to soak your feet with hot water before going to bed." Murong Cheng remained calm, her voice soft.

The phone hangs up.

When talking on the phone, Mu Zi was depressed and felt that she had nothing to say, but now that the phone is hung up, her mood is inexplicably lower.

She sat at the table, watching half a bowl of soup left in the bowl, and lost her appetite.

Mu Zi was discouraged and felt that he was hypocritical.

She went upstairs to wash, retreated to sleep under the blanket, and couldn't sleep over and over again.

At night, when I got up and went to the bathroom, I found that it was an official holiday, and my heart suddenly relaxed.

It seems that there is an official holiday, and you can find excuses for your inexplicable emotions, irritability, anxiety, depression, and tiredness have reasons.

But then I thought of Murong Cheng's dedication to giving birth...

Greater loss wrapped her.

Why haven't you been pregnant?

I’ve been married for nearly four months, and I’ve done it frequently, and every month’s ovulation period is well calculated. Even folic acid tablets have been eaten for a long time...

Is something wrong?

I have been married for less than half a year, maybe I shouldn’t worry... But I also heard that the chance of getting pregnant in the first three months of marriage is the greatest...

Mu Zi lay in the bed, her hands and feet were cold, she curled up like a shrimp, pressing one hand on her belly, feeling cooler in her belly.

She felt cold all over.

It slowly warmed up in the second half of the night, like someone burning a fire beside him.

She subconsciously absorbed the warmth, and kept getting closer to the fire, trying to squeeze into the flame to make herself warmer.

Half-dreaming and half-awake, I found myself snuggling in Murong Cheng's arms.

"What time is it?" Mu Zi was confused.

Murong Cheng bowed her head and kissed her on the forehead, "Less than five o'clock, go to bed."

Mu Zi closed his eyes again and fell asleep.

This time, I slept particularly peacefully, opening my eyes at nine o'clock in the morning.

She slept enough, her thoughts became clearer, and she became more energetic. She asked Murong Cheng, "Isn't she busy? Why did you come back suddenly?"

Murong Cheng also just woke up, and came over by plane at night, rarely having a good night's sleep.

"Miss you." He said lightly, without mentioning the phone call last night.

Mu Zi thought for a while, and knew that he was worried about himself, his heart was warm and sweet, and a bit sour in his sweetness...

She raised her head and kissed his chin.

The stubble that hadn't been shaved hit her soft lips, Mu Zi's mood was inexplicably bright, and the corners of her mouth raised a small smile, "Don't do this next time, I will feel sorry for it."