If she is a wild cat in bed, then Lu Yinbing is a leopard. Anyone who dares to invade her territory must be prepared to be scratched all over the face. Xia Yitong, with blood marks all over her back, recalled the ecstatic look of him being irritable and begging for mercy under her just now. She felt it was worth it even if she was scratched to death.
There is an old saying: Even if you die under the peony flowers, you will still be a romantic ghost. Xia Yitong now deeply believes this.
"There's medicine in the first drawer. Take it out and I'll apply it to you."
Xia Yitong smiled even more. Lu Yinbing was so considerate that he even remembered to apply medicine to her. The medicine, probably ointment, was in a box or tube. She had used a snake oil ointment, which was a white paste in a box, when she was injured while hanging on the wire. Xia Yitong was thinking about these things happily and opened the drawer. The ointment was right where she could see it, but there was also something in it that was even more eye-catching.
Xia Yitong had seen it before, and knew what was inside. Her excited expression froze for a moment, and she turned back to look at Lu Yinbing, who had his back to her. She almost shrank into a ball, and it was obvious that she was nervous, so she didn't just put it there accidentally and forgot about it, but she deliberately showed it to her.
Xia Yitong couldn't help but pause for a moment, she had an unreal illusion, was she being proposed to? She pinched her thigh secretly, shivering in pain, and bent down to take out the box from the drawer, opened it, and handed it to Lu Yinbing with her five fingers trembling slightly.
"Teacher Lu?"
Lu Yinbing turned his head and looked at her calmly, his eyes moving from her cheek to her shoulder to her hand, and finally to the box in her hand. His eyes widened slightly: "Ah, you're proposing? Okay, I agree."
Xia Yitong: “…”
Why was the script different from what she imagined
Ever since she saw the diamond ring last time, Xia Yitong has thought of countless ways to propose. Simple and crude ways, suddenly handing the ring to her and saying "marry me"; long and drawn-out ways, such as a candlelight dinner with flower petals all over the floor, and now it was New Year's Eve, so they could set off some unobtrusive fireworks in the backyard, and then kneel down on one knee to propose; gentle and considerate ways, letting her close her eyes and quietly put on the ring while they were talking; even fierce ways like "marry or not, I'll take it back!" She had thought of all these coquettish ways, but she had never thought that she would be the one proposing in the end
She was stunned for about ten seconds, looking at the ring in her hand, not knowing what to do.
Lu Yinbing said impatiently: "Please or not, if you don't, I will go to sleep."
Please! Please! Of course!
Xia Yitong hurriedly took the ring out of the box, took her hand and was about to put it on her ring finger. Lu Yinbing dodged back for a moment, raised an eyebrow and asked, "Did you forget some procedure?"
Xia Yitong didn't care anymore, got out of bed naked, knelt on one knee on the edge of the bed, looked at her firmly, and said in a low voice: "Marry me."
Lu Yinbing wanted to say that it looked weird that she was kneeling naked to propose, but it was not appropriate to joke in such a serious occasion. The little wild cat also had a temper. It would jump up and bite people. Its sharp teeth and mouth would hurt a lot, and if it licked with its tongue, the taste would be unbearable.
Lu Yinbing raised his left hand and placed it in front of her.
Xia Yitong placed the ring on her ring finger and slowly pushed it in, getting it stuck at the base of her ring finger.
Lu Yinbing looked down at Xia Yitong's pious eyes as he was kissing her ring finger. A strange feeling came to her heart, more complicated than heartbeat. The ring that carried thousands of years of wishes seemed to be connected to the drop of blood that she cherished most in her heart. The temperature of Xia Yitong's lips extended from her fingers all the way to her heart, and the soothing warmth surpassed everything.
My heart was beating faster than ever before.
She placed her hand on the top of Xia Yitong's head and touched it gently.
Xia Yitong raised her head, pinched the base of the ring on her ring finger with two fingers and turned it. It was just the right size, neither too big nor too small. She was about to wonder how it could be so perfect, but then she remembered that this was the ring that Lu Yinbing had bought herself.
Could it be that she was planning for me to propose to her from the beginning? No, that's not right. I clearly saw two of them last time, a pair. And what about the box
Lu Yinbing didn't know that she had found the ring in the study, so Xia Yitong naturally couldn't take the initiative to ask her where the other ring that belonged to her was. A gust of wind blew, and Xia Yitong felt a little cold from her buttocks, so she got up from the ground and climbed onto the bed.
Lu Yinbing came up to hug her, Xia Yitong was cold from the wind, and the two of them shivered and trembled while hugging each other. After a while, when they were warm, Xia Yitong raised her hand to turn on the bedside lamp, pulled Lu Yinbing's left hand out of the quilt, and looked at the ring under the lamp, not feeling sleepy at all.
The room was silent. Lu Yinbing blinked slowly. Her mood was soft and peaceful. She felt she had never felt so quiet before.
The four legs under the quilt are entangled together, indistinguishable from each other. Sometimes you rub me with your calves, and I hook your instep with my thumb, which are all unconscious actions.
Lu Yinbing asked: "What is your dream proposal scene like?"
Xia Yitong's eyes hadn't moved away from the ring yet. Hearing this, she smiled and said, "I don't know, it was just now."
Lu Yinbing said: "Don't you think it's too casual?"
Xia Yitong focused his eyes on her face and smiled even more happily: "How can it be casual? It's especially not casual. It's unconventional that makes a lasting impression. No one else would propose like us."
Lu Yinbing pursed her lips in disapproval, as if she wanted to say something, but she held it back and smiled: "As long as you think it's good."
Xia Yitong saw that she was hiding something and was about to ask a question when Lu Yinbing hooked his hand around her neck and pulled her against his body: "Do you want more?"
Xia Yitong's expression revealed a hint of reluctance. She wanted to do it, but her back might not be able to withstand Lu Yinbing's Nine Yin White Bone Claws again. Lu Yinbing said, "I will definitely not scratch you this time."
Xia Yitong looked at her suspiciously, and Lu Yinbing nodded quickly.
Xia Yitong then carefully took off her ring and placed it on the bedside table. She put her arms around Lu Yinbing's shoulders and waist, turned her over, and began a new round of demands. As she added new wounds to the old ones, she couldn't help but shake her head and laugh at herself for actually believing that Lu Yinbing could control himself from grabbing her.
I've said before that I won't kick you next time, but I've said it every time. I'll say next time, and there will be so many next times.
After finishing, Xia Yitong looked at the time. It was 3:30 in the morning. She fell into the pillow with her head full of "I'm so sleepy, so sleepy" and fell into a deep sleep. Lu Yinbing was not much better than her. She was so sleepy that she could hardly open her eyes. She squinted her eyes and rolled around on the bed for several times. She struggled to prop up her upper body, got off the bed and put on her shoes, stood up, went to the bathroom to take a shower, and poured cold water on her face. Washing her face with cold water in the cold winter was so refreshing that she almost cried out.
She tiptoed to get a key from the bedside table, then took her cell phone and went to another room, which was two rooms away from her bedroom. After entering, she never came out again.
At 6:30 in the morning, Lu Yinbing was awakened by the cold. She shuddered and looked at the surrounding arrangements, quickly checking for omissions and when the first ray of sunlight rose slowly from the horizon, she felt her nervous heartbeat, took a deep breath, and called Xia Yitong.
Xia Yitong had a splitting headache. He reached his hand out from under the quilt and felt around in the area he imagined, but felt nothing. He had to squint his eyes to find the place where the sound came from.
"Hello."
"Teacher Xia."
Xia Yitong turned to look at the empty seat beside him, scratched his hair, and tried to clear his mind: "Where did you go?"
"I went to Sleeping Beauty's house."
"What?"
"Put on your clothes, go out and turn left. It's the third room. I'm in there."
Xia Yitong was so sleepy that she grabbed a long, thin windbreaker and wrapped herself from head to toe. She then pulled up her cotton slippers and went out the door yawning. There was heating in the house, but the temperature in the corridor was still lower than in the room. A layer of fine hairs stood up on her legs, and she couldn't help but hug herself with her arms.
The third room on the left looked quiet, as if it was hiding a secret. Xia Yitong's hand touched the cold metal door handle, and somehow her heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat.
As she pushed the door, the first thing that reached her ears was a pleasant piano sound. Lu Yinbing was sitting in front of a white piano in front of the window. The sunlight behind her just covered her, and even her eyelashes were bathed in a faint golden glow.
The wind chimes in front of the window began to vibrate slightly.
Lu Yinbing smiled gently, without stopping her hands, and nodded at her.
Xia Yitong followed her line of sight and found a whole wall of bookshelves, made of white willow wood, very clean and tidy. But what was placed on the bookshelf was not books, but frames of pictures, including stills from dramas, daily life, mostly of single people, and a few of her and Lu Yinbing. Finally, there were sketches that she had never seen before, about ten of them, the first one was extremely ugly, if it wasn't for the comparison picture clipped in the upper left corner, she wouldn't have recognized it as herself, making her suspect that the person who drew it was her black, but there was a line of small words in the upper right corner: by lu
Xia Yitong's breathing suddenly stopped and she turned around to look at Lu Yinbing.
The more I look down, the sketches seem to have made great progress. By the last one, I can tell that it is her without a comparison photo. Paintings, like lenses, cannot hide emotions to a certain extent.
Xia Yitong touched the painting and closed her eyes. She could clearly feel how Lu Yinbing concentrated on writing and revising, how he pondered on his bed facing the sunlight, day and night, and how many wasted drafts he had thrown away.
She touched the frame, as if she was touching her love.
After the piano piece was played, Xia Yitong opened her eyes and found that it was a song she was very familiar with - "Eyes".
“Sometimes love is a look/that drives away all the depression/You remind me that I am not alone/With you, everything is possible/Because we trust each other/True love does not need guarantees/You never advise me/Not to fly against the wind/Hold my hand and accompany me/To move forward towards my dream.”
That was the lullaby she once sang to Lu Yinbing.
The piano music stopped, Lu Yinbing hugged her from behind, and opened a box in front of her. Facing her, another ring belonging to Xia Yitong lay quietly inside.
"Are you willing to be with me forever?"
She heard Lu Yinbing ask solemnly in her ear.