Yu Zeyao lay down, put one hand behind his head, and glanced at her sideways.
If the other person wasn't Jing Rong, he really wouldn't have to worry about Wen Yanzhi. It would be a good thing if he could be conquered by someone, whether it was a woman or a man. However, Jing Rong was her younger brother.
It was hard for him to imagine how Jing Yu would react if he knew about this.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Jing Yu asked.
"I'm thinking about something else." Yu Zeyao changed the subject, "Have you seen the hot news on the Internet recently?"
"What news?"
"Legislation," he said. "Legalizing same-sex marriage is a major issue that will be discussed in the Legislative Yuan next."
"This is the Legislative Yuan's business. Do you want to worry about it too?"
"About the same." Yu Zeyao answered vaguely. He stroked her round shoulders with his long fingers and asked tentatively: "What about you? Can you accept that your friends or relatives are in a same-sex relationship?"
Jing Yu thought about it seriously, "Nowadays, society is very open, and there are many people in the same sex who are in love around us, including in our department. Everyone has already accepted it and is not surprised. They really love each other, so of course I am blessing them."
"Hmm~" Yu Zeyao nodded.
"Let's not talk about this anymore." He lay down, turned sideways, and faced her. His fingers stroked her chin, "Jingrong said he wanted to go back to school. He is not very mobile now, and I am worried. I want to hear your opinion."
"If he wants to go, let him go. I'm afraid he'll have wild thoughts if he stays at home all day. Besides, he has to catch up with his academic studies. But his paintings..."
"Take your time. Don't expect his injured left hand to produce paintings that rival those of a healthy right hand after just a few days of training. We all need to give him time."
"I'm afraid he's pushing himself too hard."
"He is only 18 years old, and he has plenty of time in the future. Besides, Jingrong is a mature child, and he is very good at regulating his emotions. If it were any other child, he would have collapsed long ago after encountering such a big change." Yu Zeyao said, "If he wants to study, I have no objection. However, his situation is special. First, he cannot live on campus; second, he must travel with a professional caregiver. You must agree on these two points with him."
Jing Yu listened to his well-organized arrangements and felt endless warmth in his heart.
The warmth given by this man was not limited to her, but also to her beloved family. Maybe if they had met earlier, her father would not have fallen to the point of falling off the building.
Jing Yu's mind moved, and he held him tightly with both hands, moving closer to his chest.
Yu Zeyao enjoyed the feeling of being hugged by her, and curved his charming lips, "What's wrong?"
"I'm thinking about one thing—" Jing Yu started, "If you had found me earlier and let me fall in love with you earlier, my dad might not have slept for so long before waking up. Jing Rong might not have been hurt like this..."
Yu Zeyao lifted her chin and asked, "Do you regret it?"
"No regrets. You showed up at the right time."
Yu Zeyao looked at her with deep eyes, and his eyes deepened as he saw the tenderness that she unconsciously revealed. He whispered, "Is your father going to be discharged from the hospital tomorrow?"
"How do you know?" She didn't have time to ask him.
"What should I not know about your affairs?" He sighed: "That is to say... starting tomorrow, you can't sleep at my place anymore?"
Jing Yu nodded, "No."
Yu Zeyao frowned, "So when are you going to confront your father?"
"… Find an opportunity." Jing Yu said, "I have to bring Jing Rong with me. With a lobbyist to help me, I will be more confident."
"Don't keep me waiting too long. Otherwise, I'll probably go and show my hand myself."
"No, no, you can't." Jing Yu rejected him again and again. In order to show the strength of his rejection, he leaned forward and looked at him from the bottom of his head. "Don't talk nonsense. If you two don't agree, I won't have a chance to persuade my dad again."
Yu Zeyao stretched out his arms, hugged her down and pressed her on top of himself.
Jing Yu exclaimed softly, supporting himself on the pillow with his hands. He raised his head slightly and kissed her lips deeply.
The hands on her waist held her tighter and tighter, as if trying to embed her into his body.
Jing Yu also kissed him back passionately. This time, after they separated, she didn't know if she could still adapt to sleeping alone.
We haven't even separated yet, but the reluctance in my heart is spreading.
Let two people kiss, and the kiss becomes deeper and deeper...
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Jingrong started going to school.
Fortunately, he had a tutor with Wen Yanzhi before, so he caught up with his studies quickly.
Because of his special situation, the teachers and classmates at school took special care of him.
The girl who accompanied him to the art exhibition last time was his desk mate, so she took good care of him.
Wen Yanzhi had accidentally passed by this school several times, accidentally entered the campus, and accidentally went to the floor where Jingrong took classes. He always saw the two of them sitting together, reviewing their lessons.
This brat is always indifferent to him and is very cold, but he is very gentle to girls.
Wen Yanzhi wanted to rush in and question him several times, but in the end, he left in embarrassment. What right did he have? Who was he to Jingrong? He was nobody!
Last time he brought a woman to show off in front of him, but in the end, he was the one who left feeling very angry.
Jingrong is fine.
He doesn't care at all, not at all!
Ze Yao was right, his skills were no match for this 18-year-old boy!
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This night.
Jingrong had just finished his homework, turned off the light and was about to go to bed when his cell phone suddenly started ringing frantically.
He picked up the phone and paused when he saw the number displayed on it.
Wen Yanzhi.
He didn't pick it up immediately, but put it aside and waited for a while.
The ringing stopped and he waited quietly. When it rang again, he picked it up and put it to his ear.
"Hello."
"Are you asleep?" Wen Yanzhi's voice came from the other side, obviously drunk.
This guy is drinking again.
He replied calmly: "Yeah."
"I didn't sleep. I couldn't sleep." Wen Yanzhi sighed, his voice hoarse.
Jingrong looked at the time, it was already 11 o'clock in the evening.
"You always drink so late, it's strange you can fall asleep."
"If I don't drink, I won't be able to sleep." Wen Yanzhi sighed, "I just want to hold you in my arms while sleeping. I will definitely fall asleep if I hold you in my arms."
There was a hint of coquettishness in his tone, which was particularly childish.
Jing Rong softened, "... You are drunk."
The tone of voice also became much softer.
"Drunk ass! If I were really drunk, I would fall asleep right away. Why would I bother thinking about you? Why would I bother looking for you?"
When Jing Rong heard this, he frowned and asked, "Where are you?"
"You're downstairs."
Jingrong lifted the quilt and got out of bed. Without using a wheelchair, he moved to the window. In the dim light outside, he saw a familiar car parked there.
"You came here by yourself?" Jing Rong was angry, his facial lines tense.
"certainly."
"You're driving when you're so drunk?!" the boy became even angrier.