After being scolded, Ji Xubai whispered in a low voice, "I know, I'm hungry..."
Wen Zhigu was silent for a while, then asked in a calm tone: "What do you want to eat?"
"ravioli."
"Can you eat it? It's a nice thought." Wen Zhigu sneered, stood up and left.
Ji Xubai, who was left behind, traced her leaving figure with his eyes, and finally slowly withdrew his gaze, slowly closed his eyes, breathed to calm down the pain, and sighed very low.
Probably because I felt that I was dragging her down anyway...
When Wen Zhigu came back, it was already late at night.
Ji Xubai smelled the fragrance of wonton soup, and something surged in his heart. He looked at Wen Zhigu expectantly, and had the illusion that Wen Zhigu still loved him.
But then, he watched Wen Zhigu take two small bowls and separate the soup and wonton dumplings. The bowl given to him only contained soup.
Ji Xubai was so wronged that he said hoarsely: "I want to eat... wontons..."
Wen Zhigu held the bowl of soup, stared at him indifferently and asked, "Do you want to drink it?"
Ji Xubai struggled for a while, his eyes lingering on the bowl of wontons beside her for a while, then he reluctantly looked away and said in a low voice: "Drink."
Wen Zhigu put down the soup bowl, leaned over and placed two sleeping pillows behind his neck.
During this period, Wen Zhigu's breath brushed his forehead, bringing with it some warmth and a faint fragrance.
It's the smell of her body.
Before he had time to enjoy her breath that was close to his body, Wen Zhigu sat back on the bed and fed him the soup in small sips, while telling him: "Drink slowly, don't choke again."
After Ji Xubai heard this, he drank slowly and honestly.
After drinking the soup, Wen Zhigu ignored him and went to the hall to eat the remaining wontons, then rinsed his mouth and entered the house.
Ji Xubai was still awake, so he asked her in a hoarse voice: "Are the wontons... delicious?"
"..." Wen Zhigu's eyes were cold, "Are you going to sleep?"
Ji Xubai immediately closed his eyes slowly in cooperation. Finally, he felt Wen Zhigu sit down on the edge of the bed and tuck him in.
Wen Zhigu's breath became very close, so close.
There is a very reassuring feeling because she is by your side.
But Ji Xubai did not fall asleep. He endured it and did not dare to sleep. He waited until Wen Zhiyu was lying on the bedside before he carefully moved his hands and feet. No, he had to do it with his hands. No, he could only use his fingers. Gently holding her hand next to his, he relied on his intuition to hold a few of her slender fingers. He felt a rare sense of security in his palm.
Wen Zhigu's voice came suddenly: "Are you going to sleep or not?"
Ji Xubai suddenly stopped moving.
Wen Zhiyu took his hand out of his and looked up coldly. Ji Xubai had to open his eyes and looked at her weakly, as if he was still thinking about being raped by her. The bowl of wontons I ate.
Of course, Ji Xubai didn't say it out loud, but while his subconscious was still awake and he still had some mental strength, he told Wen Zhigu about something. Ji Xubai's voice was low and hoarse and said: "Zhigu, Wen Cheng is still here." alive…”
When Wen Zhigu heard this, he was stunned for a moment.
I didn't react for a long time...
After a while, Wen Zhidao opened his mouth and asked, "My second uncle?"