After a few breaths, Wen Zhan's mind finally cleared up from the numbness. He calmed his breathing and took in what she had just said.
elopement
This word is totally inappropriate. They are just husband and wife in name only. Besides, it is not a nice word.
Wen Zhan's heart was pounding, but why did this word sound so unexpectedly nice when it came out of her mouth
He lowered his eyes to look at Lu Yunchu in his arms. She raised her head, chin up, eyes wide open, and a smile on her face. She looked weird and cute.
He really wanted to tell her that it wasn't that way, or to try another way, but he couldn't open his mouth, nor could he sit up and write. He could only use his eyes to express the unspeakable words.
Lu Yunchu naturally didn't understand, he could only watch him frowning, looking helpless. Unfortunately, the surprise and shyness on his face had not faded, his dark and bright eyes flashed with helplessness, and his bitter smile was so gentle, even more attractive.
Lu Yunchu bit his lip, but smiled, and deliberately asked: "Are you unwilling?"
Wen Zhan was confused. How could he answer this? He could only nod or shake his head, but he had too many things to say. He frowned in distress and tried to get up.
Lu Yunchu immediately lowered his head and pretended to be disappointed: "Ah, I was wrong."
Wen Zhan didn't move, his body stiffened, and he raised his hand to touch the top of her head.
Lu Yunchu raised his head.
As soon as his eyes met hers, he looked away quickly as if he had been burned.
His eyelashes trembled, his eyes sparkled, and he nodded almost imperceptibly.
Lu Yunchu's heart was blossoming.
She stopped teasing Wen Zhan and corrected him, "It's not elopement, we're just going out for some fun. We're taking a detour to see my father. He's very good to me, and I want to see him." Even though her original father was just an NPC, he gave Lu Yunchu the fatherly love that she dared not expect. She wanted to take Wen Zhan to see him, no matter whether this matter made sense or not.
As she did this, she felt his heartbeat getting heavier and heavier.
Bang, bang, bang, it was like blood jumping out of her chest, and even she was shaken by it.
What did she do that warranted such a big reaction
"When the snow stops a little, we'll go down the mountain, pack up and leave," she muttered.
Wen Zhan had no way of responding and could only nod, so every time she finished a sentence, she would look up at Wen Zhan.
From this angle, one can clearly appreciate his fair neck and thin chin. In addition to his heartbeat showing his nervousness, his Adam's apple is also rolling slightly and irregularly, and it seems that his breathing is also disordered.
Lu Yunchu stared at him, he became even more nervous and subconsciously licked his lower lip.
It was a quick, instinctive action, but it was enough to make Lu Yunchu's inner groundhog scream.
His lips were pale, and together with his pale face, he looked like a cold snowman. But his lips were a little red and a little moist, like a pink plum blossom peeking out from the snow.
Lu Yunchu felt weird, as if he was struck inexplicably.
In the past, when she watched the novel, the hero was moved when he saw the heroine licking her lips, she always felt that it was a bit exaggerated and a bit vulgar. When it was her turn to experience this, she realized that the obscene person was actually herself.
She lowered her head and suppressed her throbbing thoughts.
What should I do if I really want to date him? I want things to go fast, I want to hold him and kiss him, I want to sleep with him, I want to rub against him wantonly, and I want to shamelessly smell his scent.
Unfortunately, they were still a long way behind in progress, and she didn't want to scare Wen Zhan, nor did she want to offend him.
How can I make him like me
Lu Yunchu carefully recalled her own mental journey and found it difficult to find the exact time point. The only thing that can be confirmed is that the moment he saved her, she fell in love with him. It is difficult to push it back. At first, she felt sorry for him, but later she fell in love with him unconsciously. No one can resist tenderness.
"Wen Zhan, are you cold?" she suddenly asked.
Wen Zhan was not sensitive to the sensations of hot and cold, so he shook his head.
Lu Yunchu said disappointedly: "Okay, if you feel cold, you can hold me tight."
Wen Zhan's body, which had just softened, became stiff again, like a stone.
Lu Yunchu sighed. It was just a hug, but the reaction was so big. Then she wanted to... wouldn't it be difficult
She explained helplessly: "It's so cold in a snowstorm, and the temple is drafty, so it's normal to cuddle together for warmth." This is a pure hug! Yes!
Wen Zhan accepted this explanation, relaxed, raised his hand... and tucked Lu Yunchu's cloak, wrapping her neck tightly so that she couldn't put her head in his arms.
Lu Yunchu gritted his teeth in anger.
They hugged each other for warmth, and soon fell asleep. They got up at night, ate a little, and went back to sleep. After a night, the heavy snow finally stopped.
Lu Yunchu woke up first, quietly withdrew from Wen Zhan's arms, took a pottery jar to scoop up clean snow, came back to boil it and use it for washing.
There was no toothbrush, so she had to pick up a branch instead. She stepped on the snow and walked away.
Wen Zhan woke up and found that there was no one in his arms, so he immediately turned over.
A fire was crackling in the temple, and on it sat a clay pot with boiling water bubbling and emitting hot steam.
It looks like she's out.
Wen Zhan ran out without even having time to tidy up his clothes. Just as he stepped over the threshold, a huge force pushed him down.
With a dull thud, he fell to his knees, the familiar pain coming again.
He tilted his head, and the gray sky was just beginning to see the light of dawn. It was this time of day again, and he had been living too relaxed recently, and almost forgot that he was sick at this moment.
His whole body felt as if it was being stabbed by a random knife, and his back felt as if it was pierced by a knife. He could not resist, so he bent his back and curled up into a ball.
This time the pain was more intense than ever, as if his internal organs were being torn apart. He gritted his teeth, his face drained of all color, and cold sweat quickly soaked his clothes, making him look extremely miserable.
Suddenly, I felt a heart-wrenching pain in my left leg bone, which shattered, broke, and then quickly glued together.
The flesh and blood were constantly stirred and fused as the bones were broken, repeating the state of broken legs over and over again without any rest time.
Wen Zhan's facial features wrinkled in pain, and he trembled. He subconsciously curled up his left leg, but what he got in return was a pain like being pierced by thousands of arrows.
This was the first time he felt the pain of a broken leg. He did not adapt, nor did he find the most suitable posture. He also did not develop the rhythm of the pain like before and could breathe in time.
Cold sweat was pouring down, and his black hair was wet, sticking to his pale cheek, making him look even more vulnerable.
Perhaps it was because the pain had been with him for nearly ten years, and he had found a way to coexist with it, so that even in such intense pain, he could still find a trace of peace of mind.
So her ending yesterday was a broken leg
He gritted his teeth and a smile appeared on his face. He actually changed the ending for her.
It was too dangerous. If he had been a step later, wouldn't she have to endure this kind of pain? Just imagining it, Wen Zhan's heart felt like it was being torn apart.
She couldn't bear this kind of pain, so luckily, it was transferred to him.
Fate seemed to be angry at him for intervening in and changing the life of a chess piece, and kept whipping him. But Wen Zhan just felt happy, fortunately he changed, fortunately.
The pain quickly made him weak. He didn't even have the strength to grit his teeth and resist. He could only accept the painful slaughter.
If he had been given some time to adapt, he wouldn't be in such a mess, lying on the ground unable to move, trembling.
He hoped that Lu Yunchu would come back later, as he didn't want to see him like this.
He looked very ugly in the room, with a hideous face, covered in sweat, lying in the dust, dirty and embarrassing.
But his expectations were dashed.
Amid the tinnitus caused by the pain, he distinguished Lu Yunchu's scream.
She stumbled over, and the pain of the abuse deepened as she approached. This was the harm that "Lu Yunchu" should have brought to him, and it became more serious as she got closer.
Lu Yunchu hadn't seen Wen Zhan in such pain for a long time. She approached him helplessly, trying to lift him up from the dusty and rubble-covered ground.
Just as he took a step, Wen Zhan suddenly gathered his strength and shrank himself up awkwardly.
He raised his arms to cover his face, not wanting her to see how ugly and ferocious he looked at that moment.
"Wen Zhan..." Lu Yunchu understood what he meant, but found it difficult to comprehend.
He was like a wounded little animal, curled up and trembling, and the slightest movement would make his whole body tense up.
Lu Yunchu didn't dare to provoke him, so he could only stop and call his name in a gentle tone to get him out of the extreme thoughts in his chaotic mind.
He gradually relaxed from his tense state, and looked up at her from his arms in confusion.
His face was as white as snow, and sweat and dust mixed into mud, smearing his cheeks and forehead with dirt. Even so, his eyes were particularly sharp.
Wet and full of mist, yet clear and clean, he looked at her secretly with trepidation and timidity.
Lu Yunchu's heart was filled with sorrow. He ran over regardless and lifted up his upper body so that he would not be left alone in pain on the dirty ground.
Wen Zhan's whole body was tense and he was shaking even more violently. Besides the pain, he was also afraid to face Lu Yunchu.
Her embrace was so soft, exuding the scent of the warm sunshine. He was so greedy for this warmth, but he felt that he was too dirty to deserve it.
There is a world of difference.
His heart ached and throbbed with pain, and his body might have felt even more painful, or might have felt better. He briefly lost the sense of pain, leaving only the humble and cowardly emotions in his heart twisting and causing trouble.
Even though it hurt so much, he still spared a little strength and used his arms to cover his face.
Lu Yunchu originally felt distressed and sympathetic, but after seeing this action, he felt angry and amused.
What is he thinking
She tried to take his arms away, but he huddled even tighter, like a little animal in its shell, tremblingly squeezing out a little bit of strength to avoid the hustle and bustle of the world.
To some extent, this was also a cover-up, covering his face, not only showing his body, but also the scenes she saw when she walked in. But Wen Zhan felt a little relieved, as long as he didn't let her see his face, she might not be so disgusted.
Fortunately, he was mute, otherwise he would have been unable to escape the painful groans.
As he thought about this, his thoughts distracted him from some of his attention and the pain was not as intense.
Although it was painful, especially when she got close, the torture that should have been inflicted on him was revived. But because of the shameful thoughts in his heart, he tried not to show them on his face, so that she would not let go.
It’s a pity that Lu Yunchu didn’t remember it.
"It hurts when I get close to you, right?" I thought it would be better if the plot was changed.
Wen Zhan's blood froze instantly.
He really wanted to speak, but no, it didn’t hurt that much anymore, really.
But it was useless for him to be anxious, because Lu Yunchu could not hear his thoughts.
He felt that she wanted to let him go. Wen Zhan's heart sank. No pain could compare to this pain.
Don't let go, hold me, okay? He was so firm that he had forgotten the timid self who secretly tugged at the corner of her clothes in the past, and had become a greedy person who demanded endlessly.
He subconsciously wanted to grab Lu Yunchu, but he couldn't muster any strength.
She let herself go.
At this moment, several kinds of pain came at the same time. Wen Zhan frowned and closed his eyes.
At this moment, she took his arms away, letting in the light, and she pushed the wet hair out of his eyes.
Wen Zhan's eyelashes trembled, unable to bear the embarrassment.
He wanted to dodge and turn his head away, but suddenly, a warm and soft touch fell on his forehead.
—She kissed his forehead.
In an instant, everything in heaven and earth fell silent.
Wen Zhan widened his eyes in surprise, and there was only deep shock in his clear eyes. All his emotions were washed away by her small action.
He forgot his inferiority, his cowardice, and the pain.
Lu Yunchu smiled at him. There was no need for words. This kiss was enough to convey all his feelings.
"I don't dislike you, so please don't avoid me, okay?"
Wen Zhan's eyelashes trembled, his eyes were filled with wet emotions, and even his lips trembled. He looked so helpless at this moment, as if all his defenses finally disappeared and collapsed at this moment.
Lu Yunchu put him down and used his cloak and clothes to cushion him to prevent him from coming into contact with gravel and dust.
Since she was close to Wen Zhan and Wen Zhan felt pain, she would stand aside and not bring him unnecessary pain out of pity.
After she had cushioned him, he lay on the cloth, head tilted to one side, sweaty and extremely fragile, like a tattered doll.
She sighed in her heart and was about to leave when suddenly he grabbed her arm.
He mustered up the courage to look at her, without covering up, letting his entire embarrassment be revealed in front of her.
His eyelashes trembled, and there was inferiority and cowardice in his eyes, but this time he did not look away.
I don't want to let her go, even if it hurts, I don't want her to go. I would rather let him see all the embarrassment than let her go.
Lu Yunchu smiled and said, "You can't be so willful. The pain is too unbearable."
She let him go, and when his eyes were filled with disappointment, she leaned down and kissed his forehead for the first time.
With a "swish", Wen Zhan shrank back into the cloth like a snail whose tentacles were touched, and he didn't dare to move.
This time his trembling was not due to pain, but to irresistible and unbearable shame.
He buried his head tightly in the cloth, trying not to let her see his face.