Jing Yu silently touched the light switch on the wall and dimmed the dazzling crystal chandelier in the hall.
Yu Zeyao seemed to feel the light getting weaker and weaker, and slowly opened his eyes. When he looked up, he saw her standing in the corner far away, looking at him.
"You should go to bed early." Jing Yu said. In such a quiet night, her voice was clear and bright, without the indifference when she rejected him last night. It slowly relieved some of the fatigue deep in his heart. He narrowed his eyes and looked at her, "Aren't you waiting for me? Don't want to talk anymore?"
Jing Yu shook his head, walked closer, and said, "You drank a lot, let's talk tomorrow if you have anything to say."
Yu Zeyao's drunken eyes flickered in the dim light above his head. His gaze fell on her and he raised his hand towards her, "Come here."
At this moment, he was no longer as arrogant and domineering as when he was sober. The two words he uttered were not orders, but more like a temptation that captured people's hearts and made them unable to resist.
He half leaned there, like a charming goblin, casting a spell.
Jing Yu just stared at him in a daze, her legs moving towards him, completely out of control. When she came to her senses, he had already put his arm around her waist and was sitting on her lap.
The smell of alcohol mixed with the light fragrance on his body filled my nose.
Jing Yu only felt the strength of the man on her waist. His chin rested on her shoulder, and his nose sniffed the fragrance of her hair greedily. A long silence spread between them.
Jing Yu didn't move, just let him hold her like this. She found that as long as he didn't lose his temper with her for no reason, she couldn't resist his approach, or closeness. She didn't even realize when this started.
"Ask whatever you want to ask now." Yu Zeyao finally spoke. As if satisfied with the fragrance on her body, the wrinkles between his eyebrows loosened a little, and he leaned back on the sofa and looked at her. His big hand was still on her waist, stroking it slowly, without lust, but clearly the intimacy between lovers.
Although she was wearing pajamas that were not too thin, Jing Yu was extremely sensitive at the moment. She felt a burning heat at the place where his fingers touched her waist.
She held his fingers in her hands to prevent him from moving. She lowered her eyes slightly and looked at him, her voice remaining calm, "Why don't you let me go out and go to work? I'm a normal person, it's impossible for me to not have social interaction."
"Why do you think that is?"
He didn't answer, but asked in return.
Jing Yu thought about it and shook his head, "I can't think of it. But I don't think you have any reason to put me under house arrest."
"Who said no? I have many reasons to keep you under house arrest." Yu Zeyao chuckled, and there was a hint of loneliness in his laugh.
It seemed that because of the alcohol, his slightly tipsy eyes were dancing with deep emotions that could not be concealed. He stared at her with burning eyes, as if he wanted to see into her heart, which made Jing Yu's heartstrings tremble fiercely. His fingers climbed up her face, and his thumb gently stroked her delicate skin, as if he was feeling the touch, but it seemed that such a touch was far from enough to calm the excitement in his heart. He only repeated softly, "The biggest reason is that you stay by my side. No one can miss you except me."
Jing Yu was definitely not someone who could not be angry when someone interfered with her to such an extent, even when she was no longer free to travel. However, at this moment, not only could she not be angry, but a part of her heart was gradually softening.
She asked, "Who will miss me?"
Yu Zeyao's eyes were more serious. "The truth about Jingrong's kidnapping is still unclear. I can't guarantee that the other party won't target you."
Jing Yu's eyes wavered. She looked at him for a long time before she asked softly, "You... are doing this for my safety?"
“…” He did not respond, but the answer was self-evident.
turn out to be…
He is protecting himself.
He protected Jingrong, took care of Jingrong, and also protected himself.
Jing Yu's mood, which had been gloomy for the whole day, suddenly became cheerful. His gloomy mood disappeared in an instant. What remained was comfort and an unignorable feeling of being touched.
Before this, she always thought that this man might just be playing with her, after all, his life was very different from hers.
However, the more Jing Yu got along with him, the more he realized that this man was not what he thought.
He never really treated her as a plaything - even when it came to that last night, he didn't really force her at the last moment - instead, he helped her solve one problem after another in her life, big and small. From the customs incident, to taking a bullet for her, saving Jingrong, to protecting her now...
If he was just playing with her, why would he need to take care of her to this extent
The past frames kept emerging in her mind, stirring her heart and making the ripples in her heart grow bigger and bigger.
this moment…
Jing Yu suddenly had an urge to get to know him better.
"What are you thinking about?" Yu Zeyao asked again when he saw that she hadn't spoken for a long time.
Jing Yu shook his head, "Have the wounds on your abdomen healed?"
The voice was now slightly softer than before, and a faint smile could be seen at the corner of his lips.
Yu Zeyao seemed puzzled. He looked at her doubtfully and inquiringly, with deep thought in his eyes.
Jing Yu felt very embarrassed by his gaze. She pursed her lips and asked again, "Is everything ok?"
Yu Zeyao didn't answer, but just lifted up his shirt from the bottom. His strong and sexy abdominal muscles were exposed, and before Jingyu could take a closer look, he had already grabbed her hand and pressed it on the wound.
His muscles were as hard as stone, but they were scorching hot. When Jing Yu touched them with his fingers, the heat made him tremble slightly, and he wanted to pull them back immediately. However, when his fingers touched the uneven wound, they moved away again, unconsciously lingering on the wound for a long time.
In the end, Yu Zeyao couldn't bear it anymore and pulled her hand out of her clothes.
"Have you touched me enough?" His voice was hoarse, and his eyes, which were originally slightly drunk, now showed even more lust.
Jing Yu felt a little embarrassed by being looked at, so he took his hand back and said as calmly as possible: "Have you had your ruptured intestine rechecked? You drank so much alcohol now, and it's obvious that you have forgotten the lesson from last time."
Yu Zeyao looked at her deeply, "You must accompany me for the next re-examination."
“… Yeah.” Jing Yu nodded and added, “But before the retest, you can’t drink any more alcohol. It’s best not to drink even a drop.”
The light and shadow in Yu Zeyao's eyes fluctuated violently, and then he said helplessly: "Maybe I really can't not drink."
Jing Yu frowned and said, "As a doctor, I hate patients who find all kinds of excuses to be disobedient."