Chapter 109 Go Away
Ye Zhenzhen lowered her eyelids, her face slightly reddened, her inner thoughts spilled out, she whispered: "I don't want to go anywhere, I just want to stay by your side..."
Before she could finish, Wen Baijing held her head and covered her lips with his, trying to swallow all the love that she had inadvertently revealed.
I can't bear to waste even a single drop.
Wen Baijing held her and stood up, somewhat curious about her changes, "When did my Ye Zhenzhen become a love expert, saying sweet words effortlessly, huh?"
The night light is like a tiny flame jumping on the dark river, flickering, appearing and disappearing, swaying among the waves.
There was a hazy light and shadow in her eyes, and her thoughts were like reed branches swaying in the waves.
Ye Zhenzhen's eyes were full of tenderness. She clung to his shoulders and said gently, "You don't like to say sweet words to me... Then I'll say them to you..."
It was unknown how these words touched Wen Baijing, but Ye Zhenzhen only felt that the tiny lights on the river surface were flickering violently, as if she had ascended into a fairyland with the vast blue sky and the shining sun and moon.
Ye Zhenzhen felt her body trembling uncontrollably. She couldn't help but lift her half-closed eyes. She suddenly wanted to see his face. She was too shy to look at his expression before. She was afraid of falling, so she clung to him tightly.
She felt uncomfortable for a moment when she opened her eyes, so she squinted and took a while to adjust.
Wen Baijing's ears were rosy red, and his cheeks were covered with tiny beads of sweat. The tiny beads of sweat flowed out little by little, gradually changing from the size of a pinhole to the size of a red bean.
His breathing gradually became steady, and glistening beads of sweat covered his body. A drop of sweat slid down from the tip of his nose, fell on Ye Zhenzhen's shoulder, and meandered all the way down into her heart.
"Tick tock..."
The clear spring in my heart is rippling with waves.
Beads of sweat kept dripping from the tip of his nose, and without exception, they all fell into Ye Zhenzhen's heart.
The misty rain in the ancient town that day fell drop by drop at this moment, and was all collected by her into the clear blue pool.
What Wen Baijing saw was a silly white rabbit, blinking its ignorant eyes and staring at him intently. The silly white rabbit was full of water, her eyes were like a clear spring, and water could seep out of her throat.
For some reason, he felt that she looked like a gentle lotus in the south of the Yangtze River, but in her bones she was a three-thousand-year-old desert poplar. That should be the tenacity bred in that mysterious and desolate land.
At first, he was attracted by her huge contrast and tried to find out. After going through all the ups and downs in the world of romance, she was still pure, like a mountain spring without dirt or impurities.
The world has not stained her, and the mud has never attached to her.
Wen Baijing bit her earlobe lightly, raised his eyebrows and signaled her to go to the bathroom, his tone implied some deep meaning, "Do you want to go together?"
Ye Zhenzhen's whole body went limp, and she softly refused: "I'll go first..."
Wen Baijing finally got what he wanted. He knew Ye Zhenzhen too well and knew that she had no power to resist him.
At that time, it seemed that no matter how big the conflict or unhappiness was, it could be resolved with just a bed.
Rub the other person's heartbeat into your body, in every ordinary morning and evening.
Some people love you very much and will only say three points, while others love you very much and will only say ten points.
People who don't like to say sweet words may not dislike to hear them. In fact, Ye Zhenzhen also likes to hear sweet words, but she can't hear them, so she can only shamelessly say them to him.
Ye Zhenzhen walked out of the bathroom with her legs stiff, holding onto the wall. The blister on her knee was accidentally broken, and the epidermis was damaged, leaving it a little red and swollen.
She frowned slightly, bit her lips tightly, and clenched her teeth as she carefully and cautiously tore off the film-like skin.
Wen Baijing was wrapped in a bath towel and wiping his half-dry hair. Just as he was about to walk towards her, his cell phone kept vibrating on the bedside table.
The "buzzing" sound filled the bedroom like a mosquito on a summer night, and the phone moved in vibration mode.
Wen Baijing walked to the bedside impatiently, picked up his phone and looked at the caller ID, and frowned.
It's annoying to call someone late at night and disturb their sleep.
He swiped the screen impatiently, walked to the sofa while answering the phone, sat down next to Ye Zhenzhen, held Ye Zhenzhen's hand with his left hand, and shook his head to signal her not to continue.
Wen Baijing skipped the polite words and asked directly: "Brother, what's the matter?"
Wen Shuowang showed his brother's tolerance, "Bai Jing is not asleep yet, right?"
Wen Baijing chuckled and said calmly, "Brother, if you have anything to say, just tell me. It's so late and I'm going to sleep."
There was silence for a few seconds on the other end of the phone, probably not realizing that Wen Baijing was unwilling to say a word to him.
Wen Shuowang lit a cigarette and snapped the lighter shut. He tried to save face, still acting like a friendly brother, and asked with concern, "Chinese New Year is coming soon, when will you be home?"
Wen Baijing said seriously: "The company is very busy at the end of the year, and there are so many things to deal with every day."
Wen Shuowang brought up his grandfather to pressure him, but he still looked affectionate, "Grandpa has been looking forward to your return for the New Year. You live alone outside, so why not come back to the old house earlier so that you can spend more time with grandpa."
As soon as she returned to the old house, she couldn't help but think of her deceased parents, and she had to pretend to be nice to her elder brother who was not on good terms with her.
Before Wen Baijing could speak, Wen Shuowang continued patiently, "Grandpa is old, you should go home more often to spend time with him. It's fine if you don't want to live in the old house at other times, but it's not right for you not to go home when the New Year is coming soon."
Although my grandfather has a strong personality and is a serious person, the elderly always hope to reunite with their family when holidays come, and the whole family celebrates the holidays happily and lively.
Wen Baijing shrugged his shoulders and held the phone between his legs. He freed his hands and gently pinched his brows. After hesitating for a moment, he replied, "Okay, I'll be back when I'm done."
After the two brothers finished talking about business, they hung up the phone neatly.
Ye Zhenzhen didn't dare to break free even though his hands were held firmly by hers. The two of them sat next to each other on the sofa.
She heard about 70% to 80% of what Wen Baijing said on the phone. The remaining two or three points that she didn't understand were a few words in Wen Baijing's dialect.
It wasn't that she was eavesdropping on purpose, it was just that she was too close and couldn't close her ears.
She could only sit there awkwardly, not daring to move.
Wen Baijing turned his head and saw her lowering her head, watching her nose and her heart, cautious and careful. She felt the embarrassment of accidentally finding out someone else's secret, at a loss. She wanted to pretend she knew nothing but didn't know how to pretend, and she wanted to say something but didn't know where to start.
They had joked about growing old together many times, and now he suddenly imagined what she would look like when she was old. What would she be like as a mother, would she be upset by a naughty child and cry, would she chase after the child and beat him while crying.
She ran out of breath and called him to complain in a coquettish manner.
Wen Baijing raised his hand to tuck her hair behind her ears and gently stroked her hair.
Under the warm yellow night light, her eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly covered in sunshine, flapping its wings and ready to fly.
Wen Baijing's expression softened, and his tone was gentle, "You are not afraid of pain at all, how can you tear it with your hands?"
Although it was clearly meant as a reproach, to Ye Zhenzhen's ears it sounded like concern and care.
It is indeed unsightly and unhygienic to tear off the dead skin with bare hands. She was a little embarrassed and said sheepishly: "I thought it would be fine if I just peeled it off."
Wen Baijing got up and took out the medicine box, sat next to her, and took out cotton swabs and iodine to disinfect her.
He moved slowly and carefully, fearing that she would feel pain. He even blew air to relieve the pain while applying the iodine.
Wen Baijing stared at her knees without blinking, his eyes full of pity, "When will you be able to take care of yourself? You always make me worry about you."
Ye Zhenzhen opened her thick eyelashes, with a sly smile on her face, sparkling stars in her eyes, and tilted her head to look at him, "Aren't you here?"
Wen Baijing sighed helplessly, smiled faintly and shook his head, then packed up the medicine box and put it aside.
He bent down to blow on the wound on her knee and asked gently, "Does it still hurt?"
Ye Zhenzhen blinked mischievously, stars flickered in her eyes, the dimples on her cheeks rippled with sweet wine, and her body trembled with laughter, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
"It really doesn't hurt anymore?"
"Ah."
Wen Baijing's hands rubbed back and forth on his thighs, testing carefully and slowly.
Ye Zhenzhen realized something was wrong, and realized the hidden meaning behind his words. She raised her hand and gently pushed him, "Go away..."