Qing Huan stood dumbfounded, looking at Nan Yang, who was disheveled in front of him, with Nan Yang's blood in his mouth, and most of the drinking went away.
Wake up instantly.
What did she just do? !
Just... Was that still me just now
How could she be so drunk
Nanyang leaned against the wall and slowly stood up straighter, his face flushed red from the back of his ears. She looked down at her shirt that had been unbuttoned for the most part, and with trembling fingertips, touched the end of the thread that had been snapped, and sighed sullenly.
"Aren't you going to help me buckle it?" Nan Yang helplessly looked at Qing Huan who was still in a daze.
Qing Huan's body shook violently, and a feeling of embarrassment finally appeared in her surprised eyes. She was blushing because of drunkenness, but now she was burning with shame. She has been a restrained and gentle person since she was a child. She has never done anything out of the ordinary. Even if she breaks her head, she can't understand why she has become like that. an illegal incident.
Strong marriage...
"What are you thinking?" Nanyang pursed his lips and sipped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth into his mouth.
Qing Huan lowered her head, not daring to look at Nan Yang, she walked over slowly, trembling with her hands, and tentatively touched the buttons of Nan Yang's shirt, and helped her to button it with a little difficulty.
The third and fourth ones can still be buttoned, but the first and second ones are missing, so how can they be buttoned? Qing Huan's eyes were red in embarrassment, she turned and squatted down, found the two small buttons under the sink, and clenched them into her hands. She looked back at Nanyang's shirt. The open collar of Nanyang's white shirt today was originally low. If the two buttons were left open, most of her collarbone would be exposed.
Nanyang would not allow his collarbone to be exposed when wearing a shirt.
"Yes, I'm sorry..." When Qing Huan opened her mouth, a little tear suddenly overflowed from the corner of her eyes, "I... I'm drunk, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I'll go to the needle and thread right away, you, you wait here first. , I'll help you sew it up."
Nanyang stretched out his hand and stroked Qinghuan's hair. With his fingers all the way down, he stroked her side face and wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes with his thumb. His tone was extremely soft and gentle:
"I'll wait for you to come back."
Qing Huan nodded, wiped the tears on her face, and hurriedly left the bathroom.
Nanyang touched his arm and looked at the mirror above the sink.
Her current appearance is indeed not very regular. The black hair that has grown to the back waist has been messed up a lot by Qing Huan, the shirt has been torn in some places, and the ties on the puff sleeves are long and short. She just kissed, her face was no longer as cold as usual, she had already held her face, but she still couldn't hide the charming look in her eyes.
She thought of what Qing Huan looked like when she left, and the corner of her lips hooked.
Why was she the one who was forced to be kissed, and she cried instead
Nanyang turned on the faucet, bent down, took a handful of water, and put some into his mouth with his lips. She rinsed her mouth carefully, rinsing away all the blood in her mouth.
After about twenty minutes, Qing Huan finally came back.
When she pushed open the bathroom door, she was panting heavily and looked like she was running. She was also afraid that Nanyang would be seen by people who came in to go to the toilet, so she anxiously went to find needles and threads. However, the needles in the junk bag prepared by Xiaoye have already been used for the thorns of tomorrow night. So she had to run out of the hotel immediately, bought this pair of needles and thread at the nearest canteen, and hurried back.
Nanyang leaned on the sink and folded his arms. Seeing that Qing Huan came, she put her arms down, and the collar of her shirt collapsed instantly, exposing a large area of skin on her chest.
"Has no one come in?" Qing Huan asked nervously.
"No." Nanyang shook his head.
"...Okay, I...I'll sew for you right away."
Qing Huan unpacked the needle and thread box, put the small box on the sink, and took out a roll of white thread and the thinnest needle from it. She bit the needle in her mouth and skillfully pulled off a piece of white thread, then took the needle out of her mouth, sipped the thread, and quickly passed it through.
She lowered her eyes and carefully pressed the small button in her hand to Nanyang's collar, carefully and cautiously threading the needle into the thin fabric, leaning sideways, always keeping the needle facing her.
Nanyang watched her focus on sewing buttons for herself, her ears getting redder and redder. The light in the bathroom is not good, so Qinghuan was very close to her chest when she sewed. She could sensitively receive every breath of Qinghuan, and the warm breath brushed her collarbone, which made her feel dry.
She seemed unable to bear it.
How could she bear it? She has endured it for three thousand years. For more than three thousand years, there was not a day when she didn't want to kiss her, but she never lost her restraint once.
Today, I really don't want to hold back any longer.
Nanyang raised his hand, clasped Qing Huan's chin, and raised it gently. Qing Huan sewed halfway, her eyes were a bit at a loss, and before she could meet Nanyang's gaze, she felt a chill on her lips.
Nanyang lowered his head and gently held her lower lip.
It was a completely different kiss from the frenzied kiss just now. Nanyang's kiss was very restrained, she just touched Qinghuan's lips with her own lips and rubbed slowly little by little. The tongue-less kiss lost some of its heat and moisture, but magnified the sweetness of the soft lips touching each other. For some reason, this kind of kiss seems to be more exciting. There is no sex, no urgency, only endless love and tenderness.
Qing Huan opened her eyes wide and looked at the pair of half-closed light brown pupils who were close at hand. At first, she was confused for a moment, then she blushed and slowly closed her eyes.
The moment he closed his eyes, his nose was inexplicably sour.
She suddenly felt that she had been waiting for this kiss for a long, long time.
They seem to be so close together, year after year, year after year.
It's a pity that before the kiss for a while, Nan Yang suddenly turned his head away and made a "hiss" in his mouth.
Qing Huan lowered her head blankly, only to realize that the sewing needle in her hand had stuck to Nan Yang's chest at some point, and a few drops of blood had already spilled out, staining the neckline of her white shirt red.
"Yes, I'm sorry..." Qing Huan hurriedly took off the sewing needle and wanted to find paper, but there was no paper on her body.
"It's okay." Nanyang grabbed a bit of his shirt and wiped the blood from his chest.
"Don't move, I'll sew it for you quickly, and go back to the hotel in a while." Qing Huan took the sewing needle, frowned, stabilized her turbulent breathing, and forced herself to focus on Nanyang's shirt .
Nanyang lowered his head again, leaned over, and wanted to continue.
Qing Huan hurriedly raised an index finger and pushed it against her forehead, with a little helplessness in her tone: "Don't kiss. What if someone comes in to go to the toilet later? Let me sew the buttons for you first."
Nanyang hummed.
After a while, she stared at Qing Huan who was concentrating on sewing clothes, and asked in a low voice, "You like me, don't you?"
Qing Huan was stunned for a moment, and her ears instantly turned red. She bit her lip and nodded awkwardly for a while.
I have kissed twice, and it would be too hypocritical to deny it again.
She really likes her, and longs to be close to her, and hopes that she can do everything between lovers with her in the future.
Before, she was worried that there was no suitable opportunity to make it clear, but now it is the most suitable, the words have been handed to her mouth, and she can completely own the woman in front of her with a slight nod. She has no reason to run away.
"Then from now on, I can treat you as my real wife, right?"
"… Um."
Qing Huan avoided Nan Yang's gaze and nodded again.
Nanyang couldn't help hooking his lips, showing a smile that would show a little bit of teeth, and laughed out a small pear vortex.
In the end, she still belongs to herself.
Qing Huan was silent for a while, and said: "I'm sorry, I... Actually, I never hated you that much. I just... It's my own problem, I don't dare. I... I don't dare to have a relationship with a rich person like you, I... I don't think I'm good enough for you."
Nanyang stared at the ground and was silent for a while.
"Why do you think you're not good enough for me?" she asked softly.
"You are so perfect, you have a family background, you have a background, and your appearance is also the most beautiful I have ever seen. You can have many other choices. There are many female stars who are more beautiful than me in the entertainment industry. I... I have nothing, I have it now. These things are all given to me by your Mei family. I don't know what I have worthy of your liking, so I am afraid that you will not like me at any time, I dare not... "
"Qing Huan," Nan Yang interrupted her, his tone was as flat as he was talking about an unusual thing, "Throughout the ages, you are the only one who is worthy of me."
Through the ages
What ancient
Paleo what
Nanyang saw the doubt in Qinghuan's eyes, and only said, "You will understand one day."
Qing Huan pursed her lips and obeyed Nan Yang's words. Since she said that she would understand one day, she patiently waited for that day. For a long time, she suppressed an uneasy heart, raised her eyes cautiously, and asked, "Can I trust you?"
Nanyang looked at her and held her finger holding the sewing needle, his voice was very low:
"Yes. You can trust me. I will love you until I die."
Qing Huan knew that Nan Yang was not a person who used to talk about "like" and "love". Since they got married, Nan Yang only said on the first day, "I started to like you a long time ago" , since then, she has never confided half a word that she likes this kind of words. In fact, Nanyang is not only not used to saying these two words to her, she is not used to saying she likes anything else, she likes candied haws so much, when she is desperate, she will not say "I like it", She just said, "I want to eat".
A person who usually doesn't even say "like" very much, now holds her hand and says word by word, I love you. I will love you till I die.
She can trust her.
She can trust her.
Even if she lied to her, she is willing to believe her.
Qing Huan bit her lip tightly, tears streaming down uncontrollably. She said with a crying voice: "Then you must not bully me in the future."
"...Have I bullied you?" Nan Yang was a little puzzled.
"No, no, I just told you in advance, I..." Qing Huan raised her hand holding the sewing needle and wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, looking a little aggrieved, "After all... After all, I will be your real wife in the future. Now, I..." She started to cry again, her voice choked, "Anyway, anyway, don't bully me..."
Nanyang's heart turned into a puddle of water when he looked at the crying woman in front of him. She touched her hair and comforted her softly: "I won't bully you, don't worry, I love you. Don't cry."
"Um."
Qing Huan was busy wiping away her tears, and at the same time she had to sew clothes for Nanyang with her misty tearful eyes, looking pitiful and funny.
The corners of Nanyang's lips couldn't stop rising.
It's about time.
It should be.
She reached into her trouser pocket with her right hand and pulled out a black rope from it.
At the end of the black rope is a piece of crystal red round jade, which looks like it has been stroked for many years and is as moist as water. It just seems to have been broken, the surface of the jade is full of cracks, and there are many broken small pieces. Although it has been polished smooth by a long time, it still has pits and pits.
Nanyang rubbed it with his thumb, and there was soft reluctance in his eyes, but he still carefully handed it to the woman opposite.
"This is for you."
Qing Huan took it, took it in his hand, and suddenly felt an inexplicable trembling in his heart.
This jade...
For some reason, a thought suddenly appeared in her heart. This jade should have belonged to her.
It didn't seem like she had touched it for the first time. Not only is it not the first time, it seems that she once regarded it as a supreme treasure, holding it at her fingertips day and night.
"This is my most precious thing, it has been with me for a long time." Nan Yang said this with a smile on his lips, "Whether you believe it or not, it is... made of my blood. I hope it can replace me , when I'm not by your side, by your side."
Blood
Qing Huan lowered her head and looked at the crystal-red jade in surprise.
Under the dim light of the bathroom, a thin layer of light was reflected on the surface of the jade, and under the outline of this layer of light, she seemed to vaguely see a few small characters carved tightly on it—
May you be like Liang Shangyan, and see each other year after year.