Chapter 65 I'll be with you tomorrow
"Don't blame me, you took the initiative..." Wen Baijing bit her earlobe, his low voice was a little hoarse and forbearing.
The posture was too ambiguous, and Ye Zhenzhen felt uneasy. Her voice was soft and seductive.
"My feet hurt..."
She used her trump card and used her injured foot to cover it up.
The surroundings were filled with fog, and light white smoke was rising in the air.
"Really? The doctor said to elevate the affected limb..." He raised his eyebrows and smiled meaningfully.
They faced each other day and night, with deep affection for each other, and were completely frank with each other.
It's really a test.
Ye Zhenzhen's body went limp, and the slipper on her right foot was about to fall.
"You really don't want to?"
Wen Baijing held her in his arms, lowered his head, his eyes burning, his voice gentle yet seductive.
The numbing electric current passed through his limbs and bones, covering the pores all over his body.
"Clap!"
The only slipper fell to the ground.
When she raised her head, hot breath filled her face and Ye Zhenzhen's consciousness began to fade.
She looked at Wen Baijing stickily and answered delicately, "I don't want to."
Wen Baijing held her and walked out of the bathroom slowly, ignoring her duplicity.
As I walked out of the steaming bathroom, a hint of coolness suddenly came over me in the air.
"Cold..." She shivered slightly and couldn't help but hug Wen Baijing tightly.
"Did you miss me during those months when we lost contact?"
He looked down at Ye Zhenzhen, and always asked questions frequently when he was being affectionate.
Ye Zhenzhen raised her left leg, fearing that she would touch her injured ankle. She stared at him absentmindedly. The person who had always been in her mind during those days was now right in front of her.
Inseparable.
The deafening sound of longing penetrates the soul.
After a while, she suddenly smiled, her voice soft and sticky: "I miss you, I miss you very much..."
Wen Baijing's heartbeat stopped for a few seconds, perhaps because the words she finally said were too strange. He once thought that it was just his wishful thinking that made him unable to let go.
He didn't know whether it was true or not, he couldn't believe it but was extremely excited.
In those lingering moments, he was so absorbed in them that he could not extricate himself.
"Are you telling the truth?" He asked in a hoarse voice, repeatedly confirming, "I want you to say it again."
Ye Zhenzhen froze in mid-air, her body visibly shaking for a few seconds.
"I miss you....."
Her speech was incoherent, her voice was on the verge of breaking, and her senses were thrown into the clouds.
"Say it again!" He stroked the side of her face, lifted her chin, and looked at her pretty cheeks which were covered with clouds.
Ye Zhenzhen's muscles tensed up and she couldn't help but hold his hand tightly.
Wen Baijing leaned down and put his ear close to her lips.
"I miss you... um..."
Without waiting for Ye Zhenzhen to finish, he covered her lips.
Wen Baijing has a good sense of measure and strength, and I don't know whether it is because he has learned it by nature or because of his practice after hundreds of battles.
The forbidden fruit rebellious psychology is at work. The more it is forbidden, the more you want to break the taboo.
The sensory experience is infinitely magnified the moment it breaks free from constraints.
Her heavy breathing fell on her face, and some unspeakable sounds came out uncontrollably from her lips and teeth.
She opened her misty eyes, looked at him dazedly, and called him in a low voice: "Wen Baijing..."
"I'm..." Wen Baijing replied softly into her neck.
The hot kiss landed on the side of her neck, and the burning temperature spread to every part of her body. Her breathing became disordered and her voice trembled.
Wen Baijing rubbed her intentionally or unintentionally with the tip of his nose, from the side of her neck all the way to the crook of her neck.
The tingling and numb feeling is really itchy and unbearable.
Ye Zhenzhen stroked his hair, feeling extremely nervous. A thin layer of sweat inexplicably seeped out of her palms, and her palms were covered with a layer of cool sweat.
Her legs felt a little numb, but she endured the discomfort and straightened her toes.
Under the warm light, his hair was covered with warmth. His breath on her neck was always hot and blazing, so real that it made her feel excited.
She stroked his hair. Wen Baijing's hair was coarse and hard, but it had a smooth texture and the ends were a little prickly.
Ye Zhenzhen's throat choked, "Wen Baijing, I miss you, I really miss you..."
Before she could finish her words, his kiss came fiercely and overwhelmingly.
As her consciousness faded, she bit his neck unconsciously.
Ye Zhenzhen clenched his bulging wrist and bit her lips.
The light was a little dazzling at this moment, making it difficult for her to open her eyes.
She couldn't help but look up with her eyes half closed. The dim light was warm and ambiguous.
The distant and cold voice burst into my ears, which was particularly moving and carried a bit of sincerity, "Zhenzhen, don't leave me..."
Love words always burst out when love is strong, and love always blooms when it sprouts.
The cool green pines and cypresses of the snow-capped mountains surrounded her. She could vaguely smell the warmth in the air.
Ye Zhenzhen's whole body was stiff, and her voice and thoughts went straight up into the sky, on the verge of breaking.
"Tomorrow is the weekend and I can stay at home with you. Are you happy?" He held her in his arms, stroked her hair, lowered his head and asked softly.
She didn't answer, but just held his hand tightly.
Ye Zhenzhen lay exhausted in his arms, her breath was light and fluttering.
After the extreme joy, she couldn't muster any strength, and her body and consciousness were floating in the air.
Ye Zhenzhen stroked Wen Baijing's Adam's apple and for some reason suddenly mentioned that day, "Do you know? I waited for you for a long time that day."
Wen Baijing's breathing became noticeably weaker, and he understood what Ye Zhenzhen was saying.
He gritted his teeth, turned sideways, and hugged Ye Zhenzhen tightly.
Her voice was hoarse and a little unclear, and she whispered: "Do you know that I have been waiting for you for a long, long time..."
"Zhenzhen, it's my fault. From now on, I won't let you get hurt again." He breathed heavily, and his hoarse voice sounded in my ears, carrying a hint of promise.
Ye Zhenzhen buried her head in the crook of his neck and whispered softly, "I really don't blame you. I really wanted to see you that day."
From beginning to end, he never explained why he broke the appointment that day.
He didn't even dare to ask what kind of psychological torment Ye Zhenzhen went through that day. Just by listening to the waiter's description, Wen Baijing felt suffocated.
Wen Baijing lowered his head and asked her in a low voice: "Ye Zhenzhen, let's be together, okay?"
He paused for a moment, then added: "As long as you want, we can stay together forever."
Forever, the forever he said, has always been in Ye Zhenzhen's mind. Like the lotus flowers blooming in the pond, by the 30th day, it quickly covered the entire heart, full and without any gaps.
However, what a man says when he is soft-hearted but hard-bodied should not be taken seriously.
Even though I have only had a short relationship and don't have much experience, I have heard it more or less: When a man is hard on the body, his heart is soft, and when he is soft on the body, his heart is hard.
She was inevitably a little worried, half believing and half doubting, wavering between the two ends of the scale.
It’s only been a few days since we met, half a year, and we’ve only been together for a month.
How far is the forever he talked about? He said he loved Ye Zhenzhen, but there was no evidence to support it.