Chapter 62: Does your leg hurt?
She held Wen Baijing's hand tightly, and hung up the phone with a feeling of relief and great anxiety.
Finally he let out a long sigh and his brows relaxed.
The nervous heartbeat gradually calmed down.
Seeing her guilty and uneasy look, Wen Baijing, who was sitting on the edge of the bed to her right, couldn't help but laugh.
"Do you miss me a lot?" Wen Baijing leaned close to her, his hot breath falling on her face. "Hmm?"
The temperature around me rose for no reason.
She was slightly startled, her mind suddenly went blank, and she didn't know how to react.
"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent." Wen Baijing became more and more aggressive and lowered his head, about to kiss her.
"No..." Ye Zhenzhen raised her head stubbornly and denied it hastily, her words lacking in confidence.
No, his lips fell right down.
The moment their breath blended, Ye Zhenzhen's heart suddenly beat faster, breaking the vast twilight outside the window.
Ye Zhenzhen's lips trembled slightly and she closed her eyes shyly.
The slightly hot lips touched hers lightly, then left her lips.
"You're still saying no?" Wen Baijing raised her chin with a half-smile, his eyes full of aggression. "Is there any?"
She was still immersed in the romantic atmosphere and did not expect Wen Baijing's deliberate teasing.
Ye Zhenzhen froze there, feeling extremely embarrassed for a moment, her cheeks flushed and hot.
"Is there one?" Wen Baijing's words were full of teasing, "If you don't say anything..."
She slowed down her breathing, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and subconsciously answered.
"What will happen if you don't tell me?"
Wen Baijing's eyes were full of meaning, and his sexy Adam's apple rolled up and down.
The cool scent of pine and cypress creeps into my nostrils.
"If you don't tell me, I won't kiss you." His tone was intriguing, and his warm fingertips stroked her chin.
"You..." Ye Zhenzhen realized that she had fallen into a trap, and her eyes dodged left and right, "How could you do this?"
"Then what should I do?" He continued to tease, "Shouldn't I stop?"
She was both embarrassed and annoyed, her face turned red to her ears, and every pore in her body was emitting heat.
After pondering for a while, she realized that no answer was right, so she raised her hands to cover her eyes.
"I didn't miss you..." she argued in a low voice.
"Really?" Wen Baijing teased her intentionally, and continued to joke: "You said you didn't miss me, but you held me tightly and didn't want to let go..."
She was startled, and through her fingers she saw that she was holding his hand tightly.
Ye Zhenzhen immediately let go, withdrew her hand, and hid behind her.
Wen Baijing moved closer to her, and they were getting closer and closer, and the two were about to touch each other.
"What...are you doing?" she asked with a trembling voice.
The familiar heartbeats jumped and echoed with each other, playing an exciting melody.
Wen Baijing stood up a pillow, placed it behind her back, and supported her shoulders as she leaned against it.
She leaned comfortably against the head of the bed, looked up at his gentle expression, and said gratefully, "Thank you."
He raised his hand and gently stroked her cheek, "We don't have to be so polite, okay?"
The corners of my eyes were inexplicably moist.
Since when did he start to appear when she was in danger, saving her from the brink of danger time and time again?
How did he, who was indifferent when they first met, gradually enter her heart? She also didn't know when the feelings took root and sprouted, and then rose up like a broken bamboo.
If it weren't for him, perhaps at this moment, Ye Zhenzhen would have become the person she hated the most, selling her body and soul for money and living in darkness forever.
Living in a life of luxury and debauchery, sinking into depravity until one becomes old and has lost all three perspectives.
Until one day, the sweet voice turned into a hoarse and turbid voice due to the corrosion of smoking, drinking and staying up late.
Everything he had done for her could not be repaid with a simple thank you.
"Did I delay your work?"
Thinking that Wen Baijing had been with her the entire afternoon, she felt a little guilty.
"Silly girl," he approached her and held her in his arms, his concern evident in his words, "you should worry about your feet. My work isn't that busy."
She leaned on his shoulder, her throat choking.
She felt a little ashamed. She was always so stupid and could never face life with ease.
She couldn't help sobbing softly, hating herself for being incompetent and always relying on others.
"Are you scared?" He stroked her thin back and comforted her softly, "It's all over. It's okay."
She hugged him tightly and never wanted to let go.
If possible, let's keep going like this until we get tired of each other and our hair and beards turn white.
From this moment on, she missed her favorite water town in the south of the Yangtze River more.
"You can sleep in the second bedroom tonight!"
Worried about disturbing his sleep, Ye Zhenzhen leaned over his shoulder and whispered a suggestion.
"I'll accompany you." His voice was soft, but with unquestionable certainty.
"I can do it myself. You have to go to work tomorrow." Her eyes were red and she said softly, "I'm afraid you'll touch my feet."
Wen Baijing lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Then besides her feet, can you touch other places?"
She pushed him away with force, frowning, "Too much!"
He smiled and rubbed her cheek. He always liked to tease her and see her blushing and shy.
Because of her foot injury, Ye Zhenzhen had difficulty getting up or lying down, and he was always worried about leaving her alone.
His every move was full of concern and he was extremely considerate.
In the silent night, the two lay flat on the bed, holding hands.
The man beside him was breathing slowly and evenly. Their fingers were clasped tightly together, and their palms were warm.
With the dim light coming through the gap in the curtains, she turned her head and could vaguely see his facial features.
The faint light covered his face like a veil, creating a fine halo.
His strong chest rose and fell with his breathing.
Ye Zhenzhen couldn't help but raise her hand and wanted to touch his cheek.
He paused for a few seconds, then slowly withdrew his hand.
In the quiet night, her subtle movements made a rustling sound. The man couldn't help but frown, and his breathing became heavier.
"Do you want some water or to go to the bathroom?" Wen Baijing's voice was a little hoarse.
Seeing that she didn't answer, he asked again: "Does your foot hurt?"
She thought: A person like him must have been accustomed to a life of luxury since childhood.
"No," Ye Zhenzhen responded softly, "Go to sleep!"
He turned sideways, facing her, and kissed her cheek.
He placed his hand on her chest, pressing her to make her breathing heavier. She pushed his arm away.
Her left leg was propped up with a pillow, slightly raised, and her body was motionless.
"Does your leg hurt? Do you want me to massage it for you?" he said softly.
"It doesn't hurt!" She heard a hint of ill intention in his tone and hurriedly refused.
He pinched her leg lightly, and she couldn't help but move her right leg to the left.
I raised my hand again to push his hand away, but it seemed like I couldn't move it.
He pressed his palms hard and lightly.
Ye Zhenzhen's breathing was a little disordered, and she retracted her legs.
"separate!"
"you are bullying me……"
She tried to hit his hand, and her body became weaker and softer.
Along with the voice, it also started to become soft.
He took his time and was no longer satisfied with just massaging legs.