Chapter 85 General Record
Wen Baijing supported his hands on her sides and leaned down slightly to get close to her face.
His Adam's apple rolled slightly, his earlobes turned red, his breaths intertwined, and his body became hotter and hotter.
"I really miss him... so much." As he said this, the person under him suddenly increased the strength of the hand that was around his neck.
Wen Baijing was caught off guard, and his body was suddenly pulled down, his lips covering her slightly hot lips. He couldn't help but roll on her lips, the soft touch made his heart ripple.
Her breath was disordered by the kiss, and Ye Zhenzhen suddenly opened her eyelids, her eyes widened, and she blinked in disbelief.
It felt too real to be a dream. She was drunk but still had some sanity left.
She shook her head, as if she had thought of something, and said incoherently: "I probably miss him too much, so I think about him all day long... and dream about him at night... In the future, can you come to my dreams more often?"
He lowered his eyes to look at her, his gaze filled with burning passion. Wen Baijing buried his head in the crook of her neck, and said in a low and gentle voice: "Zhenzhen, I miss you too... very much..."
For a while, there was no response.
Ye Zhenzhen's breathing became calm, and her arms clinging to him loosened.
Wen Baijing was still immersed in the affectionate atmosphere, his breath became hotter and his breathing became heavier.
After calming down for a few seconds, Wen Baijing slowly sat up and gently stroked Ye Zhenzhen's cheek, sliding his fingertips over her eyebrows and nose.
Her hair was scattered on the pillow, and her suspender nightgown was hanging messily on her body, with the hem only covering her thighs.
Wen Baijing's Adam's apple kept rolling, and he looked away. He pulled the quilt over Ye Zhenzhen and covered her with it.
I walked towards the bathroom. The water temperature of the shower was not high, just right to suppress the heat in my body.
The bathroom was filled with mist, a white haze. He was distracted for a few seconds, recalling that day in the mall, when Ye Zhenzhen didn't dare to openly tell her brother about their relationship.
Afterwards, even the apology was a bit perfunctory and insincere. I only sent a few casual WeChat messages, and when he didn't reply, I never contacted him again.
He originally wanted to ignore Ye Zhenzhen for a few days, but he didn't expect that he would take the initiative to run towards her in the end.
It seemed that he was more powerful and in control of the relationship. But in fact, the initiative was always in Ye Zhenzhen's hands. Whenever she was unhappy, she would either ignore him or break up with him capriciously.
And he had no way to deal with Ye Zhenzhen.
As long as Ye Zhenzhen acted coquettishly towards him and shed a few pitiful tears, he would not care about anything.
Wrapped in a bath towel, he pushed open the bedroom door. Under the dim light of the night lamp, Ye Zhenzhen had already fallen asleep. Her face was very gentle, and her chest rose and fell slowly.
Wen Baijing carefully lifted the corner of the quilt and lay down beside her pillow. He gently held her in his arms, and the person in his arms put her arms around his waist and climbed up with her legs.
His heartbeat quickened for no reason, he gritted his teeth and suppressed his unspeakable reaction, and the two of them fell asleep peacefully in each other's arms.
The person in his arms snorted softly, arched his head uncomfortably, and his hair brushed against his face itchyly.
Ye Zhenzhen turned around, with her back to him, and soon fell into a deep sleep again.
He was half awake, and his muscles suddenly tensed up. He turned around and hugged her, rubbing his nose against her hair, and the tingling feeling spread from the tip of his nose to his heart.
...
Waking up with a dry mouth, Ye Zhenzhen raised her hand and rubbed her temple.
The hot flash and ambiguity in the bed had not yet faded away when she realized that someone was holding her in his arms, and her muscles and nerves suddenly tensed up.
My hands clenched into fists subconsciously, and even my toes curled up.
Her heart was beating fast and chaotically, and she stood there stupidly for a moment, her mind filled with confusion and fear.
His shoulders were firmly restrained, and a strong arm was placed on his waist.
"woke up?"
A lazy voice came from behind.
Hearing the familiar voice, the sharp scent of pine and cypress rushed into her nose. Ye Zhenzhen grabbed his arm and bit it hard.
"You scared me to death..."
She cried and her heart slowly fell to the ground.
"You hurt me..." He rested his chin on her shoulder, his tone quite meaningful.
"Wen Baijing, why are you here at my house? You bastard..." Ye Zhenzhen said, trying to turn around and look him in the face.
"Don't move! Relax..." He bit Ye Zhenzhen's shoulder lightly.
After thinking for a while, Ye Zhenzhen tried to probe and asked weakly: "I called you when I was drunk?"
"Hmm..." The man's voice was dull and his strength increased a bit.
She wanted to turn around and talk to Wen Baijing face to face. Many questions trapped her, making it impossible for her to concentrate on immersing herself in the intimate state.
Just as she was distracted, she was bitten hard on the shoulder and couldn't help but scream.
"Can you be serious..." Wen Baijing's hoarse voice, along with a heavy breath, fell on the side of his neck.
As he spoke, he pinched the soft flesh on her body.
Coming out of the bathroom, Ye Zhenzhen felt exhausted and weak, her breathing was as light as a gossamer.
Lying in Wen Baijing's arms, she tried her best to reach the phone on the bedside table with her fingertips. She still couldn't remember when she called Wen Baijing.
Wen Baijing held her hand, raised his eyebrows, and acted stupid as if nothing had happened, "You won't forget what you did, right? Or do you still not believe what I said?"
"I..." Her little thought was exposed. She forced an awkward smile at Wen Baijing and hastily denied it, "I just wanted to check what time it was. I have an early shift today... I'm afraid I'll be late..."
She blinked and looked at Wen Baijing innocently.
The smile was extremely cunning, and the moment their eyes met, their gaze flickered and wandered.
He was seen through at first sight. He was still too naive.
Wen Baijing stretched out his hand and pinched her cheek, using his fingertips to deliberately apply some force, not enough to hurt her, but controlling her head so that she dared not break free.
After a moment's thought, the small trap was set up, waiting to lure the enemy into it.
"Do you dare to bet with me?" He looked calm and his tone was extremely flat.
Ye Zhenzhen's eyes widened, and she asked in bewilderment, "What are you betting on?"
"If you had called me last night, you would have promised me something. If not, I can also promise you something." Wen Baijing shook her head, staring at her with his black eyes.
Then, he asked, "Do you dare to bet?"
She blinked rapidly, her brain spinning. She had a feeling that Wen Baijing had no good intentions. The more calm he was, the better it would be to do the opposite of him!
"I dare you! I bet I didn't call you last night!" Ye Zhenzhen clasped Wen Baijing's hands with both hands and moved his hand away from her cheek.
Wen Baijing couldn't help but want to laugh at the resolute look.
Wen Baijing released the hand that was restrained on her shoulder and motioned for her to check her phone.
With his back to Wen Baijing, he quietly unlocked his phone and the call records were clearly visible!
Her pupils suddenly dilated, and she confirmed that the last call on her phone was undoubtedly from Wen Baijing.
Glancing out of the corner of her eye, she saw Wen Baijing was in a daze. Ye Zhenzhen tried to be clever, paying attention to Wen Baijing's every move, and secretly deleted the call records when he was not paying attention.
"Hey! I didn't call you yesterday!" She raised her eyebrows proudly and waved the phone in front of Wen Baijing.
"Ye Zhenzhen, are you stupid?" Wen Baijing sighed helplessly, his tone did not contain any disdain, but rather a hint of doting.
"Why am I stupid? I just haven't had a fight..." She frowned and asked unreasonably.
"What's the point of deleting your own call records? Delete mine too if you can..."
"what..."
"You're so stupid. I'm afraid you'll get cheated when you go out..."