In the dark, Lin Xian stretched out his hand and hugged the delicate woman next to him tightly, like hugging a fragile treasure, being careful and gentle. Xiao Wanqing grabbed her skirt with both hands, nestling helplessly in her arms like a wounded kitten.
Those suppressed sobs were like sharp needles piercing Lin Xian's heart, and the pain made her eye sockets moist.
Xiao Wanqing cried until her heart broke.
Lin Xian's voice was also a little hoarse. She patted Xiao Wanqing's back lightly, softened her voice, and coaxed her: "Don't be afraid, it's just a dream. I've woken up. I'm here."
Xiao Wanqing's crying finally subsided gradually under her comfort.
Lin Xian felt that this was not an ordinary nightmare, otherwise Aunt Xiao would not lose her composure because of a dream. She wanted to coax her to tell herself: "Xiao Xiaowan, do you want to tell me what you dreamed?"
But Xiao Wanqing just nestled in her neck wearily and fragilely, taking a thin breath, her shoulders trembling slightly. After a while, the hoarse apologized: "I'm sorry, I woke you up. I lost my composure." She seemed to have regained the calm and restraint of an adult in an instant.
Lin Xian couldn't help but let out a long sigh. She lowered her head, raised Xiao Wanqing's face, and under her gentle gaze, kissed her forehead, her wet eyes, and wiped away her tears, and said softly, "Why do you say sorry? Wan, with me, you don't need to pretend to be emotional. You didn't lose your composure, because I love you very much. "
"I'm sorry for you. I'm sorry, I didn't appear in your dream to protect you; I'm sorry, I made you scared; I'm sorry, I let you sleep by my side, but I still don't feel safe enough."
She asked her: "Xiao Xiaowan, tell me, okay, what should I do to make you feel more at ease."
Xiao Wanqing bit her lip, staring deeply at Lin Xian's soft, sincere eyes that contained worry, her heart was bitter and warm. She leaned close to Lin Xian, wrapped her left hand around Lin Xian's waist, pressed her forehead against Lin Xian's chin, and said hoarsely and softly, "Xian Xian, you have done a good job."
It's really good, she is already very content.
It's her own problem.
She whispered softly, intending to end the conversation: "Go to sleep, Xianxian."
Lin Xian was helpless. She pursed her lips, hugged her tightly, rubbed her chin against the top of her hair, and replied in a low voice: "En."
However, Xiao Wanqing fell asleep at some point, but Lin Xian never fell asleep again. She looked at Xiao Wanqing's crescent eyebrows that were still frowning in her sleep, and at the drops of water still hanging on her dense and long eyelashes, her heart was pierced like a knife.
A long time ago, when she was watching Westward Journey with Xiao Wanqing, Xiao Wanqing's unexpected crying came to her mind again. Tossing and turning that night, she asked herself a question: How far is the distance between fourteen years old.
Now, she still doesn't seem to have found a complete answer.
But she did her best.
She's still, too young, isn't she? Lin Xian was a little helpless.
She lightly kissed away the tears on Xiao Wanqing's eyelashes, and begged her from the bottom of her heart: Xiao Panpan, trust me a little more, confess a little more, be patient a little more, wait for me, okay
I will work very hard to learn to grow up and learn to get closer to your world.
Lin Xian is not skilled in movements, and he has to be careful not to make too much noise to wake up Xiao Wanqing, so if he wants to prepare a slightly richer breakfast, he always has to get up early. Xiao Wanqing felt sorry for her, so she banned her. In the second half of the night, Lin Xian hardly fell asleep again. As soon as it was dawn, she simply got up and went out cautiously, and went to the kitchen to prepare Xiao Wanqing's long-lost breakfast.
Xu was frightened in the middle of the night and was too sleepy, Xiao Wanqing woke up much later than usual. When she woke up, Lin Xian was no longer beside her, and the place under the blanket had long since lost its temperature.
Xiao Wanqing was a little dazed, and subconsciously raised her hand to rub her temples. The moment she woke up completely, she sat up suddenly. It was her... did her gaffe last night scare Lin Xian
Fortunately, the next second, the girl she was thinking of poked her head in from the door, smiling, holding a glass of water, walked to her bed and sat down step by step.
She put the water on her bedside table, stared at her with a smile, and suddenly moved closer to her, her soft lips were printed on her red lips, and she offered a passionate kiss.
Lin Xian parted her lips with the tip of her flexible tongue, trying to pry open her teeth.
Xiao Wanqing tasted the mint toothpaste from the girl's mouth, it was fresh and sweet, just like the love Lin Xian gave her. Xiao Wanqing avoided her enthusiastic entanglement, and said softly with the laziness of just waking up: "Xianxian, I haven't brushed my teeth yet."
Lin Xian bent his eyebrows, licked Xiao Wanqing's moist lips again, and whispered seductively, "Can I brush it for you first?"
In Xiao Wanqing's eyes, there was a delicate watery light, and she turned her head to scold her: "I started talking nonsense early in the morning."
Seeing that she was ashamed and annoyed, Lin Xian was full of love and compassion. She naturally rubbed Xiao Wanqing's shoulder with the top of her head, raised her head and admitted with a smirk: "I was talking nonsense. Then let me be serious."
"If you don't get up again, you will be late..."
Xiao Wanqing looked suspiciously at the alarm clock next to her, and the next moment, she quickly lifted the quilt and got out of bed. Lin Xian stared at her back, and told her in a gentle voice, "It's okay, don't worry, I've made breakfast, and it's already cooling down, you can eat after washing up. Remember to drink water before you go out. .”
Xiao Wanqing paused again. She turned around and looked at the girl, with a slight curve gradually appearing on her lips.
Seeing the smile flickering in Xiao Wanqing's eyes, Lin Xian felt a little relieved. She stood up, ran towards Xiao Wanqing, and quickly took another bite on her lips, like a little fox who had successfully stolen, smiling to show her neat white teeth, hopping and running out of the bedroom contentedly.
Lin Xian didn't mention what happened last night, and didn't embarrass her, as usual.
Xiao Wanqing touched her lips, closed her eyes, her heart softened again and again.
Lin Xian was still worried about Xiao Wanqing's state last night. During breakfast, Lin Xian excused that he was sick with love and wanted to stay with her for two more days before going back. Xiao Wanqing was worried that Lin Xian was in a hurry when he came out that day and didn't make it clear to Zhou Qin, and if he stayed for two more days, he might not be able to explain it when he went back. So she pretended to ruthlessly urge Lin Xian to go home obediently.
Seeing Xiao Wanqing's determination, Lin Xian pouted and promised to be obedient and go home.
After Xiao Wanqing went to work, Lin Xian didn't go back immediately.
She helped Xiao Wanqing clean the house, and then washed Xiao Wanqing's clothes that she didn't have time to wash yesterday because it was too late and too tired. Xiao Wanqing's clothes were no rougher than her T-shirts. Lin Xian washed them carefully, especially softly and delicately, but a few clothes made her sweat profusely.
After ten o'clock, she went out again, and locked herself in her room for a long time after she came back. Nearly twelve o'clock, she carried the little Teddy to Xiao Wanqing's room, laid it down where she slept last night, and sent a text message to Xiao Wanqing. In the end, she reluctantly left Xiao's house and returned to the North District.
On the way back, Lin Xian sat on the bus with his head tilted against the glass of the window, looking at the receding street scene outside the window, in a daze.
She still couldn't let go of the fragility and helplessness that Xiao Wanqing seldom showed last night, and she unconsciously thought of Xiao Wanqing's heavy expression when she received Wen Tong's call.
Is it by chance and coincidence
Lin Xian felt heavy in his heart. She suspected that Xiao Wanqing's sudden nightmare had something to do with Wen Tong, and she was eager to ask Wen Tong what she had said to Aunt Xiao last night.
But after much deliberation, she didn't dare to act rashly.
She remembered the three conditions that Aunt Xiao gave her when they first dated. Aunt Xiao herself should have demanded the same from herself, right? She probably still doesn't want to tell Wen Tong about her relationship with her, right
Lin Xian didn't know what stand she would use to stand in front of Wen Tong and question him, and she was even more afraid that if she rashly broke the relationship between them, Xiao Wanqing would be hurt.
Besides, Auntie Xiao herself didn't want to tell her or let her know, and she went to ask other people about it. Is it a kind of disrespect
Facing the glass, Lin Xian exhaled sadly, and drew a smiling face with his fingers to comfort himself. Forget it anyway.
In the duplex suite where Shi Jinglan lived alone, Wen Tong woke up with a splitting headache and stared blankly at the unfamiliar environment in front of him. She turned her face to the side and saw the woman who was sleeping peacefully and frowning beside her, her eyes widened in disbelief for a moment, and she almost cried out in surprise.
She struggled to recall what had happened. Looking at Shi Jinglan's delicate body in a mess when she was naked outside the thin quilt, her mind began to flash back to last night, she was kicked under the bed inexplicably, and after crawling up from the bottom of the bed in pain, she wanted to tear it up angrily. Put off this woman's aloof and cold mask, and put on the clip of Shi Jinglan getting worse and ignoring what she wants.
She looks like, did you make her cry
"Ah..." Wen Tong wanted to die.
Carefully, Wen Tong didn't dare to put on any clothes, picked up the clothes, bag and shoes, carried them and tiptoed out of the room.
After an unknown amount of time, Shi Jinglan was woken up by a phone call from work. She raised her hand to answer the phone, only to realize that her whole body was in pain like a frame falling apart. She turned her head to look for the culprit, but there was no one beside her.
She opened her mouth to speak, but she realized how hoarse her voice was, and her throat hurt like it was about to smoke. Shi Jinglan looked at the empty side of the bed, her brows sank.
She gave some instructions in a bad tone, hung up the phone, endured the pain, and walked softly into the bathroom to take a shower.
After a long time, she cleaned herself up and washed off the stickiness all over her body. She was wearing a clean nightgown, barefoot, wiping her hair and walked to the living room. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that Wen Tong had left something on her coffee table.
An opened bag of throat lozenges, and a note with the words: I'm sorry. Remember to buy medicine.
What medicine to buy? Shi Jinglan felt more pain between her legs.
As if mocking.
Shi Jinglan stared at the note for a long while with a gloomy expression, her eyes drooping and sinking.
Very good, Wen Tong.
There is ample time.
The two days after Lin Xian came home was a weekend, and Zhou Qin came to the South District to give a training lecture. She was so busy recently that she rarely had time to come over, so she seized the opportunity to invite Xiao Wanqing and Wen Tong to have dinner together.
Now that Xiao Wanqing saw Zhou Qin's call, her heart trembled unconsciously. After hearing Zhou Qin's invitation, she subconsciously asked nervously without realizing it: "Did Wen Tong agree to go together?"
After that day, Wen Tong never contacted her again, and she was too embarrassed to take the initiative to contact Wen Tong again. She was afraid that Wen Tong would be bored with her, and that the news would go nowhere. No contact, no rejection, she can still deceive herself.
Zhou Qin said with a smile: "I haven't contacted her yet, it's okay, if Tongtong is inconvenient, let's make an appointment first, and next time when she is convenient, we will make an appointment again, and it's not just one meal."
Xiao Wanqing had already pushed it several times, fearing that Zhou Qin would feel resentful if she refused again, so she had to bite the bullet and agree.
Fortunately, when she arrived at the restaurant, she followed the waiter to the seat that Zhou Qin had reserved. From a distance, she saw two women sitting facing each other, having a good conversation.
Wen Tong... She is still here.
As if aware of Xiao Wanqing's arrival, Wen Tong suddenly raised his head. The eyes of the two collided with each other. After a while, Xiao Wanqing saw Wen Tong's eyes narrowed, as if he sighed, and gave her a helpless smile.
Xiao Wanqing's eyes couldn't help sore, but her heart soared.
The author has something to say: Shi Dong: I made an appointment, and I had to finish it while crying.