Yes, Lady Funina!

The feeling of being able to watch an entire series of movies in one go, lying in your own bed without having to go through a complicated process of changing clothes, just by moving your fingers, was truly captivating for Funina.

My favorite episode is the one about Sumeru.

However, this small video player cannot play all videos and requires special adaptation.

However, due to production capacity limitations, even newly released movies may not be compatible with small movie players. Currently, only a very small number of movies can be played on this player.

Of course, there's no need to worry about the movie that Funina invited Richard to watch.

Because of Funingna's investment, the adaptation process was streamlined.

Furthermore, when this film is released, this small home media player will also be available in Fontainebleau, providing a perfect complement to the blockbuster.

“Speaking of which, isn’t my room a bit messy…? Why don’t we go to the living room and take a look?” Funina sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the room that she knew all too well.

I didn't think much of it at first, but the thought of Richard coming tomorrow made me feel like everything about him was off-putting.

Either the coat rack is too high, or there are too many things hanging on it. You shouldn't hang things on it at all!

Coat rack: Guess why I'm called a coat rack.

When Funina walked into the living room, she found Fukaros lying on his side on the sofa, watching TV intently, and she stopped in her tracks.

At the same time, the idea of ​​moving tomorrow's date to the living room was also put to rest.

Although Fukaros has agreed not to come back to sleep tomorrow night, just in case, it's best to stay in the bedroom.

It's more convenient to do anything in the bedroom.

Even if Fukalos has to go home due to some unforeseen circumstances, there's no need to worry about running into her unexpectedly.

The awkward scene of their kiss in the living room was still fresh in Funina's mind.

Having learned from this experience, Funina developed a phobia of living rooms. From then on, whenever she was in the living room with Richard, Funina would try her best to avoid close contact.

The intimate contact mentioned here refers to things that couples do, such as kissing, but Furnessa would also do things like sitting side by side or resting her head on Richard's arm.

She not only did it, but she did it with considerable force.

Because she knew that even if this were seen, it wouldn't matter; if Fukaros came, she would only join in.

"Let's stay in the room." Funina figured tidying up the room wouldn't be too much trouble.

"Boom!"

It seemed as if something particularly heavy had fallen to the ground. The sound traveled through the doorway, and even Fukaros, who was sitting in the living room watching a movie, heard it.

"Frinina, are you alright?" Fukaros sat up from the sofa and called out into the bedroom.

Funina's voice soon echoed from inside the room; it sounded hurried and strained.

"No, it's okay."

"Are you really okay?" "I'm fine! I can handle it!"

When she said the last sentence, Funina seemed to be putting in a lot of effort, and even her words carried a strong force.

Feeling something was off, Fukaros paused the video and walked barefoot to the front of the room.

Just as he was about to push open the door to see what was going on, he found that the door opened by itself, and then a sweating Funina appeared in front of Fukaros.

"There was a small mishap, but it's all taken care of now," Funina said, still a little out of breath.

Thanks to her training these past few days, otherwise, if this frame had collapsed, it would have been really difficult for her to move it by herself.

It didn't look like much on ordinary days, but I never expected it to be so heavy when I tried to move it.

Despite not exercising much, Funina, as Fontaine's most outstanding actress, director, and stage performer, is surprisingly strong, much stronger than the average person.

"So what are you doing?" Fukalos didn't understand why Funina was bothering that clothes hanger.

“Tidien the room,” Furina said. Richard is coming tomorrow, so it's definitely worth tidying up.

Fukaros looked past Funina and surveyed the room's furnishings. Did this still need tidying up?

To be honest, if Funina hadn't touched that clothes hanger, the room might have been even tidier.

Even with the clothes hanger moved, the room was actually very clean, and it didn't look like the room of a woman living alone at all.

The cleanliness here doesn't refer to spotless cleanliness, but rather a cleanliness that shows signs of life without appearing cluttered.

Everything was in perfect order; the owner of the house seemed to know how to manage a household well.

This is a habit that Fu Ningna has developed over the years. Even if she occasionally stays up late and indulges herself, she will always clean the house thoroughly when she wakes up the next day.

It's not like I'm too lazy to leave it there, or that I let it accumulate until it gets really dirty before cleaning it.

Funina put a lot of thought into her living space.

Even though Momang Palace has dedicated cleaning staff, Funina wouldn't leave everything to them. She could have the cleaning staff clean the living room and such, but Funina always took care of the bedroom and other private spaces herself.

It might be related to her role in the previous century. Back then, Funinna was under a lot of pressure, and she could only fall asleep peacefully in a small space where she could completely control herself.

“Isn’t your room very clean?” Fukalos didn’t understand Funina’s judgment of cleanliness.

"I feel it's a bit messy," Funina said somewhat embarrassedly.

"Did my movements disturb you just now? I'll be more careful in the future..."

"It's not that I'm disturbing you, but I'm a little worried because I heard some noise coming from your side..." Fukaros has always been very concerned about Funina.

If Furina is a superstar in Fontainebleau, then Fukaros must be her number one fan.

After all, in Fukaros's mind, Funina was her ideal type. Everything about Funina was so perfect, including her imperfections, which Fukaros considered perfect.

Therefore, even if Funina wanted to steal her husband, Fucaros couldn't feel the slightest bit of jealousy.

Being jealous of someone else is simply being jealous of a better version of yourself.

Moreover, in essence, she was the one who came from behind; it was she who outshone Funina…

But in a way, Funina is also herself.

So she's the one who's amazing?

"Don't worry, I'm very strong now!" Funina made a strong gesture with her arms.

However, her fair and slender arms are not convincing enough; they don't look like she's 'showing off her muscles,' but rather like a cute little girl trying to be adorable.

"Do you need my help?" Fukalos asked with a maternal smile.

"No need, no need, I can do it myself." Funina waved her hand, indicating that she was perfectly fine.

"Alright." Fukaros didn't press the matter further, but before leaving, she casually mentioned it:

“Speaking of which, you know what? Richard actually prefers rooms with a more homey feel.” 'What?' Funina was taken aback.

As if oblivious to Funina's dazed expression, Fukaros continued speaking to himself:

"It's said that the kind of formulaic cleanliness is like a rigid official document, which is very boring. On the other hand, a house with a sense of life may not look as clean as the former, but you can feel the owner's love for life from it."

Funina felt that Fukaros was just making excuses to comfort herself, after all, why would Richard talk to Fukaros about this for no reason?

"Don't you believe me?" Fukalos asked, as if he knew what Funina was thinking.

After all, Funina's expression was so easy to guess; she practically wrote her thoughts on her face.

"It's not that I don't believe you, it's just that I simply wanted to tidy up my room, it has nothing to do with Richard..." Funina said insincerely.

"Everything I said above is true. It was mentioned when I was discussing the interior design style of the Cardinal's Decree with Richard."

"Originally, I planned to design the interior in a style similar to a hotel, something that would look high-end and very clean and tidy."

“But Richard rejected it in the end. He said the hotel style was not good, a home should feel like a home, and he cared more about who was in the room than what was there or how clean it was.” Fukalos paused here.

"I think if it were Funina, Richard wouldn't have time to pay attention to these trivial matters."

With a slightly amused smile on her face, Funina, her face already flushed, turned Fukaros around, placed her hands on her back, and pushed her out the door.

"Stop, stop talking, I'm going to sleep!" After saying this, Funina closed the door.

Meanwhile, Fukaros, who was locked out of the door, smiled even more broadly. Isn't this child adorable?

Perhaps it was Fukaros's words that had an effect, or perhaps Funina really wanted to sleep.

In short, after closing the door, Funina didn't continue tidying up the room. She went straight to the bed, twisted into a ball, and then fell into a deep sleep.

Actually, Funina's concern about the room being too messy was completely unfounded. Richard had been in her room before, and even slept there several nights. It was just that Funina knew Richard's visit tomorrow would be significant, and her concern clouded her judgment. *Ding-dong~*

This was the sound of the elevator arriving at the Mo Mang Palace. Richard arrived at the top floor Water God's Palace about ten minutes ahead of the agreed time.

+ minutes is a rather subtle point in time; it can show the man's attention without catching the woman off guard.

Of course, this doesn't apply if the woman has a serious procrastination problem.

Although Richard and Funina were already very familiar with each other, no matter how familiar they were, Richard still managed to handle these details perfectly.

Just as Richard arrived at the door, Fukaros appeared as well. She was carrying a small bag that looked quite heavy, which probably contained novels and comics that she hadn't had time to read yet.

"Furina is in your care." Fukaros, carrying her bag, walked up to Richard, tiptoed and kissed Richard's cheek, then quickly ran into the elevator before the doors closed.

Before the elevator doors closed, you could see Fukalos waving goodbye to Richard.

The entire sequence of movements was fluid and seamless, leaving Richard no room to respond.

The considerate Fukaros knew that it would be inappropriate for Richard to reply at this moment, so she simply stopped Richard from speaking and made sure that she had clearly expressed her meaning before making her escape.

Today, Richard belongs to Funina; she won't steal the spotlight from the main character.

Richard withdrew his gaze, the soft touch still lingering on his face.

how to say?

Although Fucaros claimed to have handed Frinina over to him, he still didn't forget to leave his mark. It's clear that Fucaros had his own ulterior motives, albeit in a more subtle way.

Richard walked through the rather luxuriously decorated corridor, where Funina was already waiting at the door. Seemingly feeling that she was being too nervous, she kept twirling the ends of her hair with her fingers, hoping to distract herself.

The transfer was so successful that Funina didn't realize it until Richard was almost right in front of her.

"Richard, you're here!" Funina tried to pull her fingers back from her hair in a slightly flustered manner, but because she had wrapped them around her hair several times, she accidentally pulled on her hair.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch..." Funina's face scrunched up, and then she saw Richard still laughing, which made her furious, but she was no longer as flustered as before.

She said:

"What are you still standing there like an idiot for? Come in."

"

After saying that, Funina turned and went into the house, leaving Richard with a beautiful back view.

Today, Fulina wasn't wearing a blazer and shorts; instead, she was dressed in the most ordinary of home clothes—the kind that were clearly a size too big for her.

Her lower body was covered by white shorts, but perhaps because the top was too big, the hem of the top completely covered the shorts.

From a visual perspective, it looks as if Funina is only wearing this one piece of clothing.

But that's not actually the case. When Funina walks, the hem of her shirt will lift up slightly, naturally revealing her white shorts underneath.

Funina really loves shorts. If the weather isn't too cold, she'll almost always wear all sorts of shorts without stockings. It's as if she knows her legs are beautiful.

Funina walked ahead, but her attention was always on Richard.

She was a little nervous, wondering if Richard would think her outfit was too casual.

Originally, Funina wanted to wear a formal dress, but it would be too deliberate to wear one in her own home, especially considering what Fukaros had said to her last night.

Funina ultimately decided to wear whatever made her comfortable, though there was a little something going on behind her back.

She usually has a lot of casual clothes at home, but the one she's wearing now is the loosest and most revealing.

Her thighs were almost completely exposed, and the white top paired with a pair of pure white shorts gave Funina a girl-next-door vibe.

Especially when paired with her delicate features, her pure and innocent charm almost overflows.

She is a top-tier, pure and innocent girlfriend.

"Come in, come in." Funina opened her bedroom door. Although she was trying her best to keep her tone calm, you could still hear the nervousness in her voice.

She was even more nervous than when she had Richard come to her room before.

"Please make yourself at home. I'll go find the videotape and grab some snacks while I'm at it." Without waiting for Richard's reply, Funina ran to the living room in her slippers, grabbed the videotape, and then went to the kitchen to get bags of snacks.

After putting down the snacks, Funina felt something was missing, so she stood up and spoke to Richard, as if to herself:

"It seems there aren't any drinks yet. I'll go get some!"

Another flurry of activity ensued; it was almost as if they had moved the kitchen directly into the bedroom.