It was past midnight when Ying Yanluo went downstairs. The chicken soup was simmered in a casserole over low heat. The whole kitchen was filled with delicious fragrance. The chicken soup was packed and brought back from when she and Zhao Ranran went out for a midnight snack. After the noodles were cooked, they were rinsed with cold water and put aside. She couldn't help but think of it until the next evening.
She escaped again. She knew that she was not such an indecisive person. For the men who pursued her in the past, she would not even give them a chance to speak. She would not hesitate or feel guilty at all. Similarly, she had never met a man like Su Weichu who was patient with her no matter how many times he was rejected.
When Ying Yanluo came back to her senses, she realized that she had passed the time when he was supposed to be home, so she sent him a WeChat message, asking him if he had arrived home.
There was no reply to the message she sent. After a few minutes of silence, she couldn't help it and simply called.
The phone was connected, but no one answered, and this happened for several times in a row.
Looking at the automatically hung up phone, Ying Yanluo felt inexplicably uneasy for some reason, and she herself couldn't tell where this uneasiness came from.
"Buzz buzz buzz—" the vibration sound of the incoming call seemed particularly abrupt in the silent space. Su Weichu's name flashed on the phone screen. Ying Yanluo breathed a sigh of relief and quickly answered the phone. Before she could open her mouth, she heard a male voice coming from the other end. It sounded familiar, but it was not Su Weichu's voice.
"Ms. Ying?"
Ying Yanluo was stunned for a moment, "Really?"
"It's me, Xiao Wei."
"Assistant Xiao, where is Mr. Su? Is his phone here?"
"Mr. Su is currently in hospital."
Ying Yanluo's hand holding the phone suddenly tightened, and her voice was panicked, "He, what happened to him?"
After hanging up the phone, Ying Yanluo turned off the switch without even having time to change out of her pajamas. She just wrapped herself in a coat, picked up the car keys from the entrance and went out.
The hospital was about half an hour's drive from their community, and Ying Yanluo hurriedly found the ward.
When she entered, Su Weichu was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, receiving an IV drip, while Xiao Wei was sitting on the sofa beside him. When he saw her, he immediately stood up and walked over quietly, saying in a low voice, "Ms. Ying, you're here?"
Ying Yanluo's eyes fell on Su Weichu lying on the bed. He was not awake yet, so he must have fallen asleep. "Is he okay?"
"It's nothing serious. I just had too much work during this period. Unfortunately, my immunity was weakened and I had a fever."
Ying Yanluo's heart suddenly tightened, and she felt mixed emotions.
Xiao Wei could see her worry from her face, "Miss Ying, you don't have to worry too much. Mr. Su just fell asleep. He's really too tired recently. After he finishes the infusion, he should go back and take his medicine well and keep warm."
Ying Yanluo nodded at him and said, "Thank you for your help, Xiao Guo."
“This is what I should do.”
"It's quite late now. I'll take care of it here. Assistant Xiao Guo, please go back and rest first."
Xiao Wei smiled but did not refuse. After all, he could not help much here.
Ying Yanluo sent Xiao Wei to the door of the ward and then returned to her bedside. He must be feeling very uncomfortable. Even when he fell asleep, his brows were not relaxed, and his lips, which were usually rosy, were now bloodless. The palm of his hand with an IV drip was placed on the edge of the bed. She reached out and touched it gently and found it was very cold. She carefully held his hand, lowered her head slightly and blew hot air towards him, trying to warm his palm a little.
In fact, Su Weichu had already woken up when Ying Yanluo bent down to warm him up. The warm breath fanned his back and fingers, and the warmth went all the way to the bottom of his heart. He couldn't help but gently hold her hand back.
Ying Yanluo didn't notice it at first, but only when his grip tightened again did she react. She raised her head and looked into his deep and clear eyes. Her voice was filled with surprise, "Are you awake? Are you feeling better?"
Su Weichu nodded slightly, "Why are you here?"
His voice was very hoarse when he spoke.
Ying Yanluo unconsciously held his fingers tightly and told him what happened.
Su Weichu: "I'm sorry for making you worry."
Ying Yanluo bit her lip and said nothing. Why did he apologize to her when he was like this? She should be the one to apologize... He had always been the one who cared about her the most, and even told her the weather forecast in advance. He took good care of her, but he himself got sick.
Su Weichu noticed her depressed mood and reached out his other hand to gently stroke the top of her head. "What's wrong? Why don't you talk?"
Ying Yanluo looked at him again, and he realized that her eyes were red.
Su Weichu suddenly became anxious, and tried to sit up despite the discomfort, "Don't cry, I'm fine."
Seeing that he was about to stand up, Ying Yanluo was afraid that he would accidentally move the hand that was receiving the infusion, so she quickly stood up and stretched out her hand to hold his shoulder to prevent him from moving, "Don't move, what should I do if the blood is restored?"
"Okay, okay, I won't move, and you don't cry either, okay?"
Ying Yanluo bit her lip and said, "I didn't cry."
"Do you want some water? I'll pour you some." As she said that, she stood up and walked to the bedside table to pour some water.
Su Weichu, who was pouring water for her, then noticed what she was wearing. She was wearing a loose down jacket on her upper body and thin pajamas on her lower body. She was even wearing cashmere slippers from home. Her slender ankles that were partially exposed were particularly eye-catching. It was obvious that she came here in a hurry.
"Yan Yan?"
After Ying Yanluo finished pouring the water, she heard Su Weichu calling her, and she put down the kettle and answered him.
"Can you help me rock the bed?"
"Okay." She turned around, rocked the bed, helped him sit steadily, lifted his quilt up, sat down on the edge of the bed, and then got him some water. Su Weichu grabbed her wrist without warning and pulled her into his arms.
Ying Yanluo was startled and subconsciously tried to get up, but her back was held down tightly by a slender hand, so she was unable to get up for a while. She was also worried that if she struggled too hard she would touch his IV drip, so she had to be submissive and gently stroked his chest. She could clearly hear his strong heartbeat.
"Yan Yan, do you understand? I'm really happy now."
Ying Yanluo was stunned for a moment, and asked in a puzzled voice: "What are you interested in?"
"I feel sorry for me."
Ying Yanluo pursed her lips and said, "Because you are very good to me."
"Because I treat you so well, you will feel sorry for me, right?" Su Weichu asked her.
Ying Yanluo opened her lips, her mind a little confused.
Su Weichu ignored her answer and continued to ask: "You have always been good to you, can you be more considerate of me?"
At this moment, Ying Yanluo suddenly felt a sour nose, and the sourness rushed straight to her forehead, making her feel indescribably sad. She always knew that if one stayed alone for a long time, he would slowly get tired. She had always used this silent way to wait for his tiredness, but now she seemed a little scared, afraid that he would suddenly stop being able to live and get tired one day, so she decided to try the new life he mentioned.
Su Weichu was already used to her silence and smiled, "I need some water, can you help me get some..."
"good."
Su Weichu's voice suddenly stopped. For a moment, he wondered if he had just heard an auditory hallucination. "Hey, what did you just say?"
Ying Yanluo rose from his arms, and Su Weichu's palm that was pressing on her back loosened a little.
Their eyes met, and Ying Yanluo's voice trembled a little, "I said, okay." After a pause of one second, she continued, "I will feel so sorry for you in the future, so you should always be nice to me."
Su Weichu heard it very clearly this time, with a hint of disbelief in his eyes. He then stared at her eyes closely, "What does your current response mean?"
Ying Yanluo met his gaze and said seriously: "I have the new life you mentioned before."
Su Weichu's breathing became heavier because of her words. His deep eyes seemed to be filled with spilled ink, which instantly spread out. When he spoke, his voice was extremely hoarse, "Yan Yan, can I kiss you now?"
Ying Yanluo did not answer, but two seconds after he finished speaking, she put her arms around his neck and moved her lips close to his.
The moment their two equally soft lips touched, Su Weichu's eyes widened a little. This was the first time she took the initiative to kiss him.
Ying Yanluo had very little experience in kissing in her 24 years of life, not to mention that Su Weichu was the one who took the initiative every time. She was always led by him. She kissed him in a daze, but it was just a kiss, and then... her tongue moved in her mouth, but it never came out.
Su Weichu looked at the redness in the corners of her eyes that had not yet faded away. Her thick eyelashes blinked helplessly several times. Just then she met Su Weichu's gaze again, and instantly she felt as if she was burned. The hand that was originally hugging his neck moved away a little, supported his shoulders, and tried to withdraw from his lips.
When their lips that were closely pressed together moved about two centimeters apart, Su Weichu's eyes darkened, and without warning, he grabbed the back of her head and chased after her, crushing her hard. Her lower lip was held in his mouth and he sucked hard, not giving her any chance to escape.
Ying Yanluo's body instantly softened by his kiss, and her lips opened involuntarily. His tongue immediately slipped in, not giving her any chance to refuse, and quickly wrapped around her tongue that subconsciously retracted. As their lips and tongues entangled, the ambiguous swallowing sound was particularly clear.
This kiss was stronger than all the previous ones, with a heart-pounding desire. Ying Yanluo's cheeks were completely burning, and her beautiful eyes were involuntarily covered with a thin layer of mist, and she whimpered uncontrollably.
The whimper caused Su Weichu's lips to pause for a moment, followed by a more in-depth exploration.
Ying Yanluo's mind was already in a mess at this point. She didn't want to think about anything, but slowly closed her eyes and accepted it submissively.
Finally, Su Weichu let her go before his sanity collapsed. Ying Yanluo leaned on his shoulder and gasped heavily. At one moment just now, she even felt that he was going to swallow her.
Su Weichu's breathing gradually calmed down, and he gently stroked her thin back with his palm.