He opened his eyes, and what caught his eye was a pair of slightly astonished eyes. Before the emotion in her eyes could be restrained, she fell naked into his slightly gray eyes.
He looked at her thoughtfully and doubtfully, with a slight sourness in his heart. It seemed that she was still the same high-spirited girl who would still revolve around his world.
"You're here!" He whispered, his eyes searching her face. The deep affection just now had disappeared. She seemed to have become a passerby again. He even felt that what he saw just now was just an illusion.
"Well, I just got off work!" Zhu Qiaoqiao let go of his hand and sat on a chair, keeping a certain distance from him.
There was obvious disappointment on Li Zhewen's face. If he knew that she would change her attitude so quickly, he would rather pretend to be asleep all the time. But there is no point in doing so. He has passed the age of being crazy about love, and now he no longer cares about her.
He wanted to struggle to get up, but he gasped because the wound was pulled. He closed his eyes to ease the tearing pain. Zhu Qiaoqiao asked anxiously: "What's wrong? Does the wound hurt?" She asked with concern.
Staring at him nervously, her hands subconsciously covered the back of his hands.
Li Zhewen said with difficulty: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt. I'm thirsty and want to drink water!" He stared at her, and his words that he just said he didn't care about her instantly fell apart in his heart. It turned out that his not caring was selective. If he saw that she cared about him
, he also cares. If she doesn't care, he doesn't care either. A child's temper is average, but it is a sign of strong self-esteem and a sign of self-protection after being hurt too much.
"I'll get it for you, you can't move now." Zhu Qiaoqiao went to the kettle on the bedside and poured a glass of water. He slowly stirred it with the small spoon next to it and cooled it. He stared at her. The strange feeling just now had disappeared.
Now there is an atmosphere of ambiguity between the two.
She blew for a while and then looked up at him, "It's warm, just right. Can I feed you?"
He hummed, deliberately not saying thank you. She put the spoon close to his lips and fed him a small sip. After a few sips, he shook his head and said, "That's enough, no more!"
Zhu Qiaoqiao said oh, put the water glass on the table, took a tissue and wiped the corners of his mouth.
In his sophomore year of high school, he had a high fever that didn't go away for two days. She went to see him at his home, of course, in secret. Li Zhewen's parents regarded her as a scourge, and the nanny who didn't let her in made a Chinese medicine juice for him.
He was too impatient to drink, so she fed him one bite at a time, and then black concoction flowed out from the corner of his mouth. He plaintively said it was poison, and then she wiped it off for him with a smile, leaned over and kissed him. From then on,
Every time he drinks medicine, he will use her kiss to deliver the medicine
Now the two of them thought of old things in unison, and they were both slightly startled and looked away, feeling embarrassed.
After the embarrassment, there was an unspeakable desolation. The boy in her heart was no longer what he used to be; and the girl in his heart had long since disappeared!
"Did you go to Hu Xixi's company?" he asked knowingly.
"Yes!" She seemed to have nowhere to put her hands and was a little nervous.
"busy?"
"good!"
The two of them fell into silence again. Zhu Qiaoqiao looked at his watch and said awkwardly: "It's very late. Yang Ruhai said you should rest more. I'm leaving without stopping you from resting!"
After saying that, she stood up with her handbag in hand.
He groaned, a trace of disappointment flashing in his eyes, "Then...be careful on the road!"
"Well, you... go to bed early!" She glanced at him, and his eyes were glued to hers, with a clear look of reluctance in his eyes.
"Goodbye!" What he actually wanted to say was that it would be better to stay a little longer, but he did not have the courage to say it, and his self-esteem did not allow him to beg for affection from this woman anymore.
Zhu Qiaoqiao turned around, walked two steps and suddenly stopped, turned around and said: "Why don't you... let me pour you some water, so that when you want to drink water at night, you won't... move again."
Wound!"
Li Zhewen looked calm and nodded: "Okay!"
Both of them seemed to be relieved. She took out the kettle and poured water for him. Then she held the heavy kettle and said to Li Zhewen: "The kettle is out of water. I'll go to the tea room to fill it up!"
Li Zhewen nodded, "Okay!" Zheng Yazi filled the kettle with water for him before he left. She had only poured a cup just now, so there was no way there would be no water!
Seeing her walking out of the room with messy steps, his eyes slowly softened.
When she came back with water, she already had a natural look on her face. It was obvious that she had adjusted her mentality after going out. At least, she was no longer cautious.
It was very quiet outside. If there were only people walking by in the corridor, the footsteps would be particularly clear. She closed the door and stood by the door looking at him.
He said hoarsely: "Come and sit down!" In her life, he had always been gentle and elegant, and never said a harsh word, but for her, this was the first time he spoke to her in a commanding tone.
She walked to him as instructed, and he pointed to the bed: "Sit here!"
She hesitated for a moment, but he quickly pulled her with the hand without the needle, and she fell onto him without warning. Her face changed slightly, and she quickly held the edge of the bed with her hands to prevent herself from touching his wound.
He pressed the back of her head, his lips searching for her warmth. When he touched her red lips, he groaned, sucked her lips hard, and rubbed against hers.
She subconsciously resisted, but when that familiar feeling hit her, she finally gave up the resistance and began to respond to his kiss. The hot moment heated up in the ward and ignited the silent memories of both of them.
Such familiar intimacy, such familiar rubbing of ears and temples, such familiar tenderness, enveloped the two of them like a tide. They could not remember anything. They just hoped that this kiss would last forever!
"Qiao'er, come back to me!" He let go of her and looked at her fervently. Ten years later, the suppressed feelings in his heart have not faded away at all. On the contrary, they have become more intense.
Zhu Qiaoqiao's nose was blocked and she felt sour in her heart. She was speechless. She looked at him with her eyes wide open. She reached out to touch his face, which was cold and resolute. She laid her head on his arm, not knowing how to use it.
What should I say to answer him, not to mention that she was dying? Now he already has a wife, a son, a happy family, and a promising job. He is pushing towards the peak of life, and she.
.....
She was so distraught that she couldn't bear to say a word "no"
"You don't want to?" His voice gradually became colder.
Zhu Qiaoqiao put her arms around his neck, and was still stroking his eyebrows and eyes, bit by bit, everything was the same as the image in his memory.
She didn't speak, but kissed his face, his nose, his eyebrows, his eyes, his... lips!
No words are needed because there is nothing to say!