"Yes, you come together at seven o'clock in the evening." The gentle tone ended the conversation, but his eyes were glued to her, but he had no intention of pulling away. He just looked at her steadily, as if Explore the emotions in her eyes.
Ying smiled and his pupils shrank.
Is it her imagination? Why do I feel that Mu Ziyin's eyes are so lost and painful...
*
In the evening, Ying Xiao smiled and waited for them at the school gate on time. She held a medical book in her hand and looked at it from a distance. It was so beautiful.
After she got in the car, several boys greeted her: "Sister-in-law is here."
Ying Xiaoxiao always gives them food. If they eat too much, they will naturally become soft-mouthed.
Ying smiled generously and sat in the only empty seat in the car.
Zhou Meng asked Li Zhengyang, "Why is she here? Has she reconciled with her senior brother?"
"I don't know, it was Ziyin who invited her here."
The answer to this question was quickly confirmed in the KTV. Although Mu Ziyin came over with a smile on his face, he completely ignored her throughout the whole process. He sat at the table in the center with his brothers, drank, played dice, and just let it go. Ying smiles next to him.
Ying Xiaoxiao held a book in her hand. The deafening singing was so loud that she couldn't stand it anymore. She pinched the pages of the book and felt that her coming here tonight was completely unnecessary. Mu Ziyin didn't want to pay attention to her at all.
After a while, Li Zhengyang emerged from the crowd and said with a corresponding smile: "Sister-in-law, Brother Mu drinks too much, please persuade him."
"How much did you drink?" Ying asked with a smile.
Li Zhengyang said: "At least ten bottles of beer are enough."
Ying smiled slightly, then stood up, pushed aside a few boys, sat next to Mu Ziyin, and said with some worry: "Ziyin."
Mu Ziyin turned his head and glanced at her, ignored her, opened a bottle of beer and poured it into his mouth.
Ying smiled and clenched his fingers, then lifted up and pulled his sleeve.
Mu Ziyin lowered his head and looked at her hand on his sleeve, his heart skipping a beat.
"Stop drinking." Afraid that he would be disgusted, she pulled his sleeve and withdrew her hand.
Mu Ziyin looked at her retracted hand, his face darkened, "You take care of me."
“…”
After saying that, he continued to drink, as if he was feeling depressed.
Ying Xiaoxiao could only say: "Then I will go back first."
Hearing this, Mu Ziyin looked at her with a cold look, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.
Ying Xiaoxiao felt chilled all over when he stared at her, and she didn't dare to speak.
At the end of the birthday party, Zhou Meng glanced at Ying Xiaoxiao and said to Mu Ziyin, "Brother, let's go back together."
When Ying Xiaoxiao heard this, he walked forward, wanting to catch the taxi himself.
Seeing this, Mu Ziyin's eyes turned cold and he said to Zhou Meng, "What are you giving me? Don't you have the feet to walk back?"
Zhou Meng choked and did not dare to speak.
*
Ying Xiaoxiao stopped a taxi at the intersection, and as soon as she got in, she was pushed in the back, and Mu Ziyin followed her into the taxi.
Seeing him, Ying smiled and was startled, "Why are you here?" Aren't you going to send Zhou Meng back
"Can't I come?"
"No." Ying smiled in confusion, but Mu Ziyin stopped talking, so the two of them had to stay silent.
The car drove along and soon stopped in front of an apartment near Capital University.
After getting off the car, the cold wind blew, making Ying's smile tremble.
It's getting really cold today.
Mu Ziyin was walking behind and when he heard her gasping, he subconsciously took off his coat.
Ying smiled and walked with a heavy weight on his shoulders.
She turned her head, and a coat was draped over her shoulders, carrying a faint fragrance.
She was stunned for a while, then turned her head. Mu Ziyin was standing behind her, with the same cold and handsome face, staring at her with a very dissatisfied and unkind expression.
Ying Xiaoxiao's eyes fell on his thin shirt, and he quickly took the clothes off his shoulders and said, "It's okay, I'm not cold, you can wear it yourself."
It was so cold, and she didn't want him to get cold.
Hearing this, Mu Ziyin's face froze and he said angrily: "Wear it as long as you want. There's so much nonsense."
"But..." You will be cold.
"Stop being so long-winded." He looked at her seriously.
Ying Xiaoxiao had no choice but to stop talking.
The two walked for a while and reached the downstairs of the apartment. Ying smiled and stopped to look at him. Just when she was about to take off her coat, Mu Ziyin took a step forward and entered the downstairs of the apartment.
Ying Xiaoxiao's mouth opened, but he didn't say anything. It was so cold outside, so it was appropriate for him to go in and have a cup of hot tea.
In the dim corridor, the atmosphere was condensed and stiff.
Ying smiled and took out her key and opened the door.
As soon as Mu Ziyin walked in, he naturally fell down on the sofa in her living room. He drank too much at night and now had a headache.
Ying Xiaoxiao quickly used the remote control to turn on the heater, "Would you like some sobering tea?"
Mu Ziyin ignored her, covered his eyes with one hand, and breathed calmly, as if he was asleep.
Ying smiled and sighed, and went into the room to change into home clothes, but finally couldn't bear it anymore, so she walked out of the room again and went to the kitchen to make some sobering tea.
Ten minutes later, a hot cup of sobering tea was placed on the coffee table. Ying smiled softly and said, "Get up and drink some sobering tea before going to bed, otherwise you will have a headache tomorrow."
Mu Ziyin closed his eyes and ignored her.
Ying looked at his profile with a smile, sighed, and stood up.
As soon as she got up, she felt the person behind her open her eyes. She lowered her eyes and thought for a while before walking into the room.
But it's too late.
Her hand was held by him.
With one exertion, his whole body fell onto Mu Ziyin.
Ying smiled softly and then tried to get off him in panic.
Mu Ziyin refused to let go, and then Jiu Jin grabbed her waist with one hand and her hips with the other, pressing her down on the sofa, leaving her no room to struggle.
"Mu Ziyin..." Ying smiled and called his full name, her voice trembling.
Mu Ziyin snorted, his beautiful eyes becoming misty and tipsy from drinking. He looked at her and whispered, "Why are you resisting me so much?"
Ying smiled and couldn't answer, biting her lip, "Ziyin, let me go first."
"I've always found it strange. You keep saying you like me, but you never get jealous, and you don't let me get intimate with you. Sometimes, I even think your feelings for me are fake..." His deep gaze Looking at her, there was a hint of ridicule in his tone, "They have been dating their girlfriends for more than a year, and they have basically hit three bases. But it has been almost two years since I talked to you. Apart from being with you, Hold hands, I don't even want to kiss you, smile, do you... really think of me as your boyfriend? "
Ying's smile trembled and she replied: "Of course I regard you as my boyfriend, but I don't really like these intimate behaviors, and there's nothing I can do about it."
"Why do you hate it? Could it be that... you are frigid?"
Ying smiled and frowned, and then she didn't know how to explain it, so she could only nod, "Yes."
Mu Ziyin's eyes widened suddenly, "Smile, are you frigid?"
"Um."
"Aren't you interested in all men?"
"Yes." She nodded honestly.
Mu Ziyin frowned, as if in disbelief, and murmured, "How could this happen?"
This kind of question, just like a man's incompetence, usually makes his partner feel very surprised and shocked. Mu Ziyin sat up, held her in his arms, put his chin on her head, and said distressedly: "You Why didn't you tell me first?"
"I'm afraid you won't want me if I tell you." Ying smiled and stayed in his arms with a guilty expression.
Mu Ziyin shook his head and kissed the end of her hair with great pity, "How could it be? I like you as a person, not for these things. Although with those things, you can better adjust your feelings, but if you have this aspect I will understand your problem."
"Really?" Ying looked up at him with a smile, her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist.
Mu Ziyin couldn't understand the meaning of her eyes and said solemnly: "It's true, and it's not forever. It can be cured. As long as we face it positively, we will definitely get better one day."
Ying Xiaoxiao didn't know what to say, so she could only say "Hmm" softly and said: "Ziyin, the sobering tea is getting cold. Drink it, otherwise you will have a headache tomorrow."
"Okay." Mu Ziyin drank the sobering tea on the table in one breath, then took her back into his arms and hugged her quietly, "Smile, I have a few questions to ask you."
"Um?"
"I want to ask you, do you love me?"
Ying Xiaoxiao did not answer immediately, but asked: "Why do you ask that?"
(End of chapter)