Chapter 108 Where to go
Ye Zhenzhen carefully observed his expression and tentatively said, "Our hometown is quite traditional, and our parents are honest farmers. If they knew we were living together... it wouldn't be good."
After saying this, he blushed and forced a mischievous smile.
At that time, the thinking was not as open as it is now. For the girl’s parents in the countryside, living together before marriage was considered self-deprecating and shameless.
It's a skill for a man to have several women to bed, but it's debauchery for a woman to live with a man.
This is the concept of Ye Zhenzhen’s hometown.
Wen Baijing nodded in agreement, indicating that he understood. He raised his hand and pinched her cheek, and said in a gentle voice: "And then?"
Ye Zhenzhen couldn't figure out his thoughts for a moment. After pondering in her heart, she looked at his face and said softly, "My parents are rather old-fashioned. They came a long way to see me and my brother. I don't want to make them angry..."
The implication is self-evident.
Wen Baijing's facial muscles stiffened little by little, and a thin layer of black gauze covered his face. Even his palms became stiff.
He was silent for a few seconds, pursed his lips, and didn't speak for a long time.
Ye Zhenzhen held his hand, held it in her palm and placed it on her lips, and kissed the back of his hand gently and slowly. Fearing that she would anger him, she stammered and explained, "It's a little early for us to meet our parents now. I'm afraid that my parents won't be able to bear the loss..."
It was enough for her to dream it alone. It was too cruel to drag her parents into the dream together, as good dreams are the easiest to wake up from.
Wen Baijing had a cold face, a sneer on the corner of his lips, and asked her in a muffled voice: "Do you have so little confidence in us?"
Every time I immerse myself in a beautiful dream, I am always cruelly pulled back to reality.
Ye Zhenzhen was stabbed by the icy blade of reality. She paused for a long time before speaking: "I have no confidence in myself. I love you, but besides this heart, what else can I show you?"
They may just seek happiness in the present, but when it comes to the major events in life, they can never do whatever they want just because they are in love with each other.
"I want to be with you, really." Ye Zhenzhen threw herself into his arms, her eyes red as she spoke her true feelings. As soon as she opened her mouth, her vocal cords were filled with sharp pain as if a knife was cutting her. "I don't want you to be unhappy."
He did not move as Ye Zhenzhen held him. The embrace was colder than ever before. The huge block of ice was emitting bone-piercing chill. His voice was low and hoarse: "Ye Zhenzhen, I don't think you love me. I was the one who took the initiative between us, and you always backed away. If I hadn't pulled you back again and again, we would have broken up long ago. Have you ever thought about it carefully, are you used to having me or do you really love me?"
Wen Baijing paused, rolled her Adam's apple with difficulty, shook her head helplessly and sneered, recounting everything she had done in the past, "Are all the things you did really because you love me? You always leave a way out for yourself. At first it was Lin Luoyu, then you didn't dare to tell Ye Mao, and now it's your parents. I can respect your opinion, but you don't want your colleagues in the store to know. When have I ever forced you?"
Ye Zhenzhen couldn't help but shiver, and her heart began to tremble. It turned out that Wen Baijing's resentment had not dissipated.
She admitted it, she admitted it all. She admitted everything she had done and every little thought she had.
She admitted that she was hesitant and restrained, but she didn't think it was wrong.
Ye Zhenzhen stopped talking, her body stiffly retreating from his embrace, her throat red and swollen without her knowing when, she said hesitantly, "I'm sorry."
Wen Baijing sat quietly beside the bed, silent.
She didn't dare to look up at his expression. From the chill emanating from his body, it was not difficult to imagine his face at that moment.
The heart was tightly grasped by a huge mechanical hand, and had long since become distorted. The bright red blood from the heart dripped into the abdominal cavity, and the five parts were boiling, like a burn or a scald, and the scorching heat surged in waves.
Ye Zhenzhen didn't want to make herself look bad anymore, so she slowly moved to the bedside and put on her slippers quietly.
Her wrist was suddenly clamped, and she didn't dare to struggle. She felt numb from her wrist to her palm, and her palm instantly lost its color and gradually turned grayish white.
Wen Baijing knew what she wanted to do at a glance. His face was shrouded in coldness, and his tone was like a cold rain: "Ye Zhenzhen, what else can you do besides running away? Do you want to leave again?"
She understood the truth, so how could Wen Baijing not understand it? He just couldn't stand the setback. Ye Zhenzhen's eyes gradually faded, and her voice gradually faded, "Let go of my hand, it hurts..."
Afraid that he didn't believe me, I added another explanation: "I really don't want to leave..."
Wen Baijing loosened his grip a little, still holding her hand, and pulled her under the bed. She staggered and fell between his knees.
With red eyes, he lifted her chin, looked at her nonchalantly, sneered and said half-jokingly: "You keep saying you love me, now prove it to me."
Wen Baijing controlled her mind and didn't give her any chance to escape.
Ye Zhenzhen's throat kept contracting and twitching, and later her body began to tremble as well, and she couldn't make a single sound.
All the sounds were stuck, her throat was blocked, and the sounds broke and fell back into her abdomen, almost suffocating her.
The white and tender knees were kneeling on the carpet, and soon soybean-sized blisters formed. The slightest movement of the body would cause a burning pain in the knees.
The cheekbones on both sides of my cheeks also began to feel sore and swollen.
Wen Baijing pulled Ye Zhenzhen up. She was a little shaky and unsteady, so she subconsciously reached out and held Wen Baijing's shoulders.
She stood in front of him, not daring to look down at his face.
The light blue belt of the nightgown was unnoticed by Wen Baijing. Wen Baijing put one arm around her waist and buried his head in front of her.
An intermittent voice spread from the heart, "Ye Zhenzhen, why are you so cruel..."
Ye Zhenzhen raised her hand and stroked his hair. The fine light from the night lamp covered the ends of his hair like a layer of gold powder.
The layer of gold powder flickered back and forth, and in the hazy state she seemed to be back in the desert of her hometown.
The fine sand glows with golden light under the sunlight.
Wen Baijing held her on his lap, and placed a burning kiss on her neck. There was a hint of meaning in his words, "Is it only at this time that you will behave well?"
Ye Zhenzhen hugged his neck and half raised her head. Her slender neck had smooth lines and her messy hair rose and fell in the air.
Her breathing became increasingly unstable, and she still tried to defend herself incoherently: "I didn't..."
"Really?" Wen Baijing held her waist as if playing a prank. The scene froze instantly. He looked up at her meaningfully and smiled with interest. "Ye Zhenzhen, do you really think of me as your tool?"
Ye Zhenzhen impatiently moved closer to him and bit her lips, "I love you..."
"You hurt me when you bit me..." Wen Baijing pinched the soft flesh on her waist and teased her playfully.
Hearing this, Ye Zhenzhen's body stiffened like a stick. She raised her hand and hit him, then said in shame and anger, "Then I'll go home..."
"Say it again..." Wen Baijing pinched her earlobe, walked towards her heartbeat, and asked with interest: "Where are you going?"