lonely patient

"How to solve it?" I regained some strength, looked at Wen Luming and said, "Thinking of you kissing him, I'm going crazy with jealousy."

"Is it still?" he asked.

Now...it seems to be much better. I didn't have such a strong discomfort when I said this sentence just now.

Seeing that I didn't answer, Wen Luming said: "From now on, as long as you think of this, I will kiss you anytime until you stop resisting."

"So all this time...you've been aware?" I asked.

"I know everything," he said.

I thought I hid it well, and tried to show a sensible and generous look, so it turned out that he saw it all.

"Just now I let you stay because I hope he will apologize to you personally. And there is nothing you can't listen to he said to me." Wen Luming said.

"Forget it, I don't care for his apology." I looked away awkwardly and said, "I don't want to know what he said to you."

Wen Luming turned my face back, forcing me to look at him and ask, "Really? Then why are you angry?"

I was at a loss for words for a while, and I shook off his hand angrily for a while, and said, "I don't want to see him and don't want to listen to him, can't I!"

I suspect that Wen Luming is pretending, how could he not understand such a simple question.

What more reason does one need to not want to see an ex whose lover nearly married?Even if my rationality tells me that Wen Luming did not regard Xia Yi as his ex, my sensibility still prevents me from understanding this matter.

Not only am I jealous, I'm jealous.

"If I just like you, I will tell him to go when I am angry, but I love you, and I don't want to embarrass you." I was discouraged and said to myself, "Can you stop asking me."

It turns out that people really shed tears unconsciously when they are emotional. I didn't want to cry, but my eye sockets were always wet.

Finally Wen Luming gave up on asking the truth, leaned over and hugged me and said, "Okay, don't ask any more."

I gradually calmed down and whispered, "I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize." Wen Luming said, "It's right to vent."

In the next second, I lightened up and was carried by him on his shoulders. In a panic, I grabbed his clothes and asked, "What are you doing?"

"For problems that can't be solved by talking, there are other ways." Wen Luming said.

I think I may really be a lot lighter. He has never hugged me like this before, but now he seems to carry me from the living room to the bedroom without any effort, and puts me on the bed neither light nor heavy.

I had a hunch that something might happen, but I also felt that Wen Luming's character would not mess around at this time.

I was wrong.

Wen Luming unbuttoned the two buttons, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and asked, "What makes you think I don't like you as much as before? Is it because I haven't touched you during this time?"

Such a straightforward question was asked by him solemnly, as if it was really just an inquiry, not a hint or seduction.I didn't answer or didn't answer, and I stepped back unconsciously, seeing that he didn't speak.

"I didn't dare to move because I was worried about your body." Wen Luming looked up at me, helpless and a little annoyed, "It's not to make you think wildly."

His arms are beautiful, with smooth muscle lines, and the blood vessels and veins under the pale skin are clearly visible. Just thinking about what these hands have done, my breath is hot, and my cheeks are involuntarily hot.

"Teacher Wen..." I rolled my throat and said softly.

Wen Luming leaned forward, covered me under him, pressed my waist with his palms, and pushed the clothes up unhurriedly.

"Want to tie me up? Do you want me to never see anyone else except you in this life?" He repeated what I said, and asked seriously, "When did I start to have such thoughts, why don't I know?"

Since getting that tattoo, he always seems to like to touch my waist, and I am naturally ticklish, and I instinctively duck back every time.

There was a muffled bang, and my back hit the head of the bed.

"That's an angry word..." I turned my head to avoid his gaze, "I didn't intend to force you..."

Wen Luming imprisoned me between his arms, and said solemnly: "But now I have such an idea. I think, if I let you stay at home obediently from the beginning, wouldn't these things later happen?" ?”

He didn't give me a chance to answer, and kissed me again after speaking, I still wanted to resist for a moment, but Wen Luming held my waist and didn't allow me to move.

This time the kiss carried more ambiguous meanings, retreating and advancing, trying my best to be lingering, I was moved by the kiss, and a tear slowly fell from the corner of my eye.

"Why are you crying again..." Wen Luming's voice was low.

"You said you couldn't be happy with me." I looked at him, remembering that failed birthday, "You said, you never had a really easy moment. Even without these later things, you would have a day because of exhaustion. Give up on me, right..."

Those words from a long time ago, every single word is deeply imprinted in my heart like a brand, and has become the source of my pain and depression every day since then.

The doctor said that I fell into a kind of stubbornness, most of the time not because of Wen Luming, but because I refused to let myself go.

Wen Luming didn't deny it, "It might have been like that at the time. But then I found out that it was all because I had too high expectations for love and marriage. I forgot that love is always accompanied by pain."

He stroked my hair gently, and the nostalgia in his eyes was like thick warm water, "After you left, I seemed to be a different person. Although I work and live as usual every day, I know that there is a part missing in my body, just like you When I left, I took away the real 'me'."

Wen Luming seldom opened his heart to me, most of the time he was silent, silently decided to start, silently decided to end, he had to wait until I was hoarse before he was willing to tear a small hole in his appearance for me to see.

"I seem to suddenly understand you in the past." He showed a shallow, bitter smile, "Because I don't care about everything anymore. It doesn't matter who I'm with, who I marry, or what the future holds. Xia Yi or whoever, it seems to me the same, so I don't care if what he said is true or not, I just think, forget it, let it be."

He looked at me, like a bruised knight looking at his lost and recovered treasure, "Yan Qiao, I think you understand better than me, compared with a dead heart, sadness, pain, and sadness are nothing."

"It's a good thing you're back." He said softly, his eyes were flushed, and there was even a subtle sob in his voice.

Of course I understand better than him, because I have experienced everything he experienced from pain to despair, to indifference, to struggling to live again.

Including his restlessness and timidity, it also made me afraid to approach him and accept his love.

I punished him with my past, and in the end it was backfired on myself.

"I'm back." I took the initiative to hug Wen Luming, and gently pressed my lips against his.

I was suddenly glad that I was not knocked down by the disease, nor was I buried in that rainy night.If I leave, Wen Luming may lose all pain and happiness like I used to, and spend the rest of my life numbly.

"It's taken me so long to put back the parts of me that I lost, I'm sorry for making you sad for so long," he whispered.

"Don't be sorry." I hooked his collar, finger down, and slowly opened a button, "I want you now, a lot, Wen Luming, do you dare?"