Chapter 42: Autumn Moon is as Cold as Frost

Chapter 42: Autumn Moon is as Cold as Frost

The frozen snowy mountains surrounded Ye Zhenzhen with bone-chilling cold. With every breath, the coldness entered her stomach and moved around in her lungs.

She stood up and quietly retreated back to her room, but couldn't help but look back at Wen Baijing.

The whole world was filled with the aura of Wen Baijing. She was surrounded by that aura and merged into one with the cool pine and cypress trees.

I lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, perhaps this was just a dream.

There were many things she couldn't understand, and the joy of reunion quickly cooled before it could even begin to boil. She had thought of many possibilities, but she never imagined that things would turn out like this.

The rustling footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Ye Zhenzhen drooped her eyelashes in panic.

Wen Baijing approached slowly, the strong smell of tobacco mixed with alcohol, her lips trembled unconsciously.

Wen Baijing gently stroked her cheek, lifted her chin, leaned down, and covered her soft lips. From her upper lip to her slightly swollen lower lip, Wen Baijing paused, feeling a little distressed and self-blaming.

After a while, Wen Baijing plundered even more unscrupulously.

She raised her head, and her swan-like neck was stained crimson.

Wen Baijing's low, hoarse voice rushed into her ears, "Have you...ever thought about me?"

She bit her lips, closed her eyes and turned her face away.

Wen Baijing clamped her jaw and kissed her almost madly. He just wanted to punish her.

He suddenly felt bored. After the joy, there was only endless emptiness. He buried his head in Ye Zhenzhen's neck, "Have you never thought about me?"

Wen Baijing was filled with endless frustration. Originally, he just felt pity for Ye Zhenzhen and wanted to protect her innocence.

Wen Baijing pushed aside the hair on her face and said helplessly: "Why are you so stubborn..."

She never uttered a word, but her lips trembled uncontrollably.

The autumn moon at night is like snow on the mirror water.

Wen Baijing didn't even dare to say to her: Ye Zhenzhen, I like you. That sentence was too heavy, and Ye Zhenzhen, this fool, would take it seriously.

There was a ball of cotton in his throat, which made Wen Baijing feel chest tight and short of breath. Many unspeakable emotions turned into a hoarse, "I'm sorry."

Wen Baijing hugged Ye Zhenzhen tightly, almost crushing her into his body. His nose was filled with her scent, with the faint milky fragrance unique to young girls.

He pressed Ye Zhenzhen's head into his arms and rubbed the top of her head with his chin.

It's nice to just hold her like this.

"Let me go."

The person in his arms pushed Bai Jing desperately, but there was no warmth in his voice.

The pity that Wen Baijing had just felt was pierced by Ye Zhenzhen's cold voice.

"Mr. Wen, please let me go."

Wen Baijing stared at her blankly, and suddenly loosened his hands. How could they be so unfamiliar with each other?

Escaping from the suffocating embrace, I stood under the shower, and countless fine needles pierced my delicate skin, bringing with them a burning pain that continued to spread.

asshole!

"What did you call me just now?"

Ye Zhenzhen suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Wen Baijing's frosty face. The bottomless black pool in his eyes was blazing with flames.

Her feet slipped and she subconsciously reached out to grab him.

In an instant, the world also collapsed along with Ye Zhenzhen.

Wen Baijing put his arm around her waist, and drops of water hit her face like drizzling rain.

She was a little dazed. In the ancient town, Wen Baijing had hugged her like this before. The drizzle that day fell on her face again.

Looking up at Wen Baijing's stern face, Ye Zhenzhen's sexy Adam's apple rolled gently, and she raised her hand unconsciously, wanting to touch his Adam's apple.

"What did you call me just now?"

The biting cold wind brought snowflakes and penetrated into Ye Zhenzhen's limbs and bones.

She struggled to stand up and get out of the ice-sculpture-like embrace.

Wen Baijing helped her up, clamped her wrist bone, and pulled her out of the bathroom.

Leaning in front of the mirror on the sink, she saw her own face covered with clouds and the man's face covered with frost.

"Ye Zhenzhen, what do you take me for?"

The ice pierced through Ye Zhenzhen's body, freezing her body and thoughts.

She was turned over and sat on the sink.

Wen Baijing stared at her with a piercing gaze, "Ye Zhenzhen, why? Why did you go on a date with another man right after you got out of my bed? Do you have a heart or not?" His voice trembled slightly, and every word was filled with resentment.

She raised her eyes to look into Wen Baijing's angry eyes, grabbed his neck, leaned close to his ear, and said coldly: "Mr. Wen, what do you think of me?"

Wen Baijing held Ye Zhenzhen's waist with both hands, "Why do you have to irritate me?"

She bit her lips stubbornly and turned her head away.

"Ye Zhenzhen, I..."

Wen Baijing's throat was choked with sobs, and he couldn't say the words "I like you" at all.

The moonlight, as cold as water, poured into the room.

The person I think about day and night is by my pillow, but there are thousands of mountains and miles of water between us.

What went wrong?

"Why don't you tell me anything? It was like this before, and it's still like this now. Why don't you ever open up to me?" Wen Baijing's voice was filled with helplessness and reluctance, "Why would you rather keep it in your heart than tell me?"

"Mr. Wen, do you want to hear my stories?" Ye Zhenzhen looked disdainful and sneered, "I'll buy you some books some other day and read them to you, okay?"

"Are you a rebellious person?" Wen Baijing was a little annoyed, and expressed his dissatisfaction in a low voice, "You would rather go to someone else's appointment than to see me. You said you were going on a blind date in the morning, and got out of another man's car in the evening. Why are you so confident?"

"Boss Wen, I'm just your bedmate, right?" Ye Zhenzhen was stubborn and didn't know how to give in. She said angrily: "Why do you restrict my words and actions?"

Wen Baijing clenched his teeth and frowned, "You are blaming me, right?" After saying that, he held Ye Zhenzhen even tighter.

"Boss Wen, the 30th of this month is the Mid-Autumn Festival, followed by the National Day holiday." Ye Zhenzhen was held in his arms, unable to break free, and continued: "The inventory at the end of the month will also be advanced, please find someone else to warm the bed! I don't have time."

"Do you really have to do this?" Wen Baijing closed his eyes and swallowed his emotions.

She sneered, "I'm creating value for you, am I not? A pile of sand makes a tower, and a pile of water makes an abyss. Mr. Wen should understand this principle better than me." Ye Zhenzhen raised her hand and gently stroked Wen Baijing's Adam's apple, feeling his Adam's apple sliding with her fingertips, "You should be thankful that the grassroots employees are so dedicated."

Wen Baijing grabbed her hand and said with the innate sense of superiority of a superior: "You should know when to stop being petty."

Ye Zhenzhen's fingers were pinched so hard that they hurt. She struggled for a long time, but it was in vain, so she just let him hold them.

"Then I am so lucky to be able to be so petty in front of you." Ye Zhenzhen couldn't help but shake her head and sneered, "You have achieved your goal, and I have slept with you. What else are you dissatisfied with?"

"What the hell are you talking about!" Wen Baijing turned over and pressed on her, growling at her in a hoarse voice: "Why are we like this, Ye Zhenzhen, why!"

"Our meeting was a mistake. I think with Mr. Wen's wisdom, he should have known it long ago."

When their eyes met, there were complex emotions in each other's eyes, with reluctance and affection entangled with each other.

Wen Baijing was defeated, and he was afraid to meet Ye Zhenzhen's stubborn eyes.

He sat up, sighed deeply, lit a cigarette, and leaned against the head of the bed, puffing out smoke.

The scarlet cigarette butts burned the cold moonlight all over the ground.

The smoke is like clouds and mist, and the mist is as ethereal as a veil, as if you are in a fairyland. The sea turns into smoke, and life is like an illusion.

Seeing this, she softened her heart.

Ye Zhenzhen also sat up and raised her hand to grab Wen Baijing's cigarette. He raised his hand high to avoid Ye Zhenzhen, and the arm holding the cigarette dodged left and right.

Her body's center of gravity was unstable, and she staggered into Wen Baijing's arms, and he hugged her.

"Why are you so stubborn? Huh?" Wen Baijing hugged her and bent down to kiss the top of her head.

Lying on Wen Baijing's chest, a myriad of feelings and helplessness surged in her throat. She choked and said, "Please stop smoking, okay?"

Wen Baijing put out his cigarette and hugged Ye Zhenzhen tightly. The two of them hugged each other silently for a long time.

"Ye Zhenzhen, can you please smile at me again?"