Can This Marriage Be Divorced?

42

When Fu Shaoyi came out of the shower, he saw Xie Feichi sitting at the head of the bed.

"Go to sleep." Fu Shaoyi walked straight to the other side of the bed and pressed his finger on the light switch on the bedside cabinet, "I turned off the light?"

"Oh, okay." Xie Feichi didn't know what he was thinking, and his reaction was a little slow. After answering, he lifted the corner of the quilt and hid in.

The bed in the ward was not as spacious as the bed that the two slept in at Xie's house. At this time, the distance between the two was only more than ten centimeters.

After lying down, neither of them spoke actively. Except for the faint sound of the air conditioner in the ward, it was very quiet.

Time passed quietly, and Fu Shaoyi, who had been out early and back late these days, finally had a chance to rest early tonight, but he was not sleepy at all.

After a few seconds, he sighed, raised his hands, crossed his fingers and pressed them between the back of his head and the pillow, and looked out the window where the moonlight came in, wondering what he was thinking.

After a while, he felt that the person next to him seemed to move.

Fu Shaoyi kept moving and turned his head. Seeing the person with half of his face tucked in the quilt, he said softly, "Are you still awake?"

The figure tucked in the quilt in the dark heard the voice, and his head seemed to straighten a little. He replied softly, "Yeah, I can't sleep. I don't feel sleepy yet."

Although Xie Feichi is quite self-disciplined at home every day, he seems to have developed a habit recently. He usually can't fall asleep completely before 1 a.m.

Of course, tonight is mainly because he has something on his mind.

Fu Shaoyi kept his eyes on Xie Feichi and listened to him finish his words. He only said three words: "Don't let your imagination run wild."

"No." Xie Feichi answered quickly, "...Can't you sleep either?"

After Xie Feichi finished speaking, his head completely stuck out of the quilt, and he turned his body to face Fu Shaoyi.

Fu Shaoyi still tilted his head to look at him and hummed softly: "It's my biological clock."

"Then are you letting your imagination run wild?" Xie Feichi asked him in a low voice.

Hearing this, Fu Shaoyi suppressed his smile: "What can I imagine?"

"You just said that it's not time yet and told me not to be nervous. It should be past midnight now." Xie Feichi spoke cautiously, "Can I ask, in addition to knowing the fixed cycle, can I know the specific time period of this day?"

Fu Shaoyi knew what he was asking, so he didn't hide it: "The date is fixed, the time period is not fixed, but so far there have only been two time periods, eight or nine in the morning, and eleven to thirteen in the afternoon, irregular."

"......Is that so." Xie Feichi unconsciously grabbed the quilt and rubbed it.

"What's wrong?"

"No, I just feel that even with all the advanced medical technology today, we still can't pinpoint the cause of your illness." A ray of moonlight came in through the glass window, allowing Xie Feichi to see Fu Shaoyi's face more clearly in the dark room. He hesitated for a few seconds and asked him carefully, "Have you gone to the temple to ask?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Shaoyi couldn't help but chuckle, "You can't sleep because you've been thinking about this?"

The two were so close to each other, and his smile made Xie Feichi Chi felt a little hot in his ears, and his tone was a little uncomfortable when he spoke again, "I just felt it was strange, so I kept wanting to ask you, but I was afraid that I would be too abrupt." As