Wang Yingjun lowered her head and said: "Then...can you stay with me? I'm really afraid of thunder..."
"Then what did you do when there was thunder in the past?" Jiang Zhihao asked casually.
Wang Yingjun was stunned for a moment, as if she was thinking about something. After a while, she said with a frustrated look: "I forgot... I just remember who I was holding."
Jiang Zhihao was a little stunned, whose hand was he holding?
According to his understanding, Wang Yingjun has been living alone since she married into the Li family. Who can hold her hand?
After thinking about it, the only possibility is what happened before she married into the Li family.
Maybe her parents?
Jiang Zhihao didn't ask any more questions, closed the curtains and said, "Go to sleep, I'll be here with you."
"Then...can you let me hold your hand?" Wang Yingjun asked.
Jiang Zhihao stretched out his hand, held her palm, and said softly: "Of course you can. I'm here, so you don't have to worry about anything."
Wang Yingjun hummed, showing a shy yet satisfied smile.
She was holding the pillow in one hand, and Jiang Zhihao held her other hand. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she was obviously in a good mood.
There was thunder outside, and even during that initial period, she would occasionally shiver from fright.
Slowly, she entered a calm period, and no matter how loud the thunder was, it could not affect her at all.
Although Jiang Zhihao had no unnecessary thoughts in his heart, he had to admit that Wang Yingjun's hands were very soft.
Even though she planted flowers and grass every day and did some menial work in the Li family, she never developed calluses.
This may be due to natural talent, or she may be very good at taking care of her hands.
With its thin skin and tender flesh, it looks like a piece of fine mutton-fat jade in your hand.
I don't know if it's shower gel or natural body fragrance, but it penetrates into the lungs along the tip of the nose, making people unable to help but take a deep breath, trying to figure out where this smell comes from.
If you smell it too much, you will inevitably feel restless.
Looking at the hidden body, Jiang Zhihao sighed slightly.
Even if you are reborn, you will still have human nature.
But he didn't really do anything. He just sat quietly by the bed, looking at the raindrops on the window, wondering what he was thinking.
The next morning, Wang Yingjun opened her eyes and saw the first scene, which was Jiang Zhihao leaning on the bed with his eyes closed.
That sleeping face made her feel strange in an indescribable way.
This man gave her so much sense of security that no one could compare to her in this blank stage of life.
Following the touch from her fingers, she saw the palms of the two people clasped together.
That scene made Wang Yingjun's cheeks turn slightly red.
Hidden in her instinctive memory and having no experience with this kind of thing, she only felt very shy and sweet at the same time.
But then I thought about it, Jiang Zhihao was already married and had children, and I couldn't help but feel very depressed.
Perhaps because of the thoughts in her mind, her palms moved slightly. Jiang Zhihao opened his eyes, looked down and said, "Are you awake? Did you sleep well last night?"
"It's good. You shouldn't have slept, right?" Wang Yingjun said, "How about you lie down and take a nap?"
Jiang Zhihao was startled, and Wang Yingjun quickly realized the ambiguity in his words, and quickly added: "I mean, you sleep here when I get up."
Jiang Zhihao laughed at her nervous look and said, "I slept well, and I just made breakfast for you. Can you eat boiled eggs and milk today?"