Days dominated by wife-watching demons

An Jing originally thought that Ge Zijie was just waiting in the car at the door, but she didn't expect to come up in person.

Seeing that Xi Ge closed the door, An Jing whispered in her ear, "What are you doing up here, it's not good to be seen."

Ge Zijie glanced at the people around him, seeing that they all turned their eyes away and did not dare to look at him, so he turned to An Jing and said, "It's not that you don't mind."

"I don't mind, you do." What An Jing said didn't mean that Ge Zijie would care about these looks, but that she was worried about some bad rumors about her.

Ge Zijie smiled, "I don't mind either."

After more than [-] years of life with hands and feet bound, Ge Zijie occasionally wants to be willful.

After leaving the gate, the rain outside was still the same as when it came, and the dark clouds in the sky seemed to press down on the surface, occasionally there were a few lightning and thunder, and the roar of whether to try or not was quite scary.

It's not because An Jing doesn't like rainy days because she's afraid, it's just that this kind of weather means something unknown to her.

Her parents were on the plane back to China when the weather suddenly changed and they left her because of an air crash. The weather was like this that day.

Unknown anniversary.

An Jing was not at the scene, so she couldn't hear those screams, couldn't see those terrified eyes, and couldn't imagine the pain of the manager before her parents died.

It was just an ordinary after school day for her.This ordinary life was broken by a phone call.

"Excuse me, are you a relative of... Your relative had an accident on the flight and is now out of contact..." An Jing's attention began to drift away, and at the same time, there was a thunder outside the window, and a bright white lightning streaked across the sky. The lines, engraved in the field of vision, are arrogant and terrifying.

"Are they dead?" She blinked, and something seemed to fall from her eye sockets, hitting the ground. "You mean, are they dead?"

The buried memories resurfaced, An Jing's face turned pale, and raindrops fell from the edge of the eaves and hit her shoe surface. She took a step back reflexively, but put her body into a warm embrace.

Ge Zijie hugged her from the back, pressed her hand with his warm palm, opened the umbrella, and his warm voice seemed to calm her anxiety, "Let's go home."

An Jing raised her head, and the wide black umbrella separated the world into a small area, which belonged only to her and her. She nodded and followed Ge Zijie's footsteps into the car.

The dinner was prepared by the aunt according to the tastes of the two of them. To be honest, it was prepared by Ge Zijie alone, because An Jing had no special hobbies or taboos.

An Jing looked at the fish on the table, Ge Zijie deftly moved the fish with a spoon and chopsticks, and then put the bowl with the remaining fish beside her.

When An Jing was young, she could eat a whole bowl of rice with just a bowl of fish, and it is the same now.

"Actually, when I was young, my mother often did what you did." An Jing stuffed a bite into her mouth, and the soft fish made her taste some sweetness.

"In the future, when you want to eat, tell your aunt, and I will help you pick the thorns."

An Jing saw that Ge Zijie was saying such warm words, but insisted on maintaining a cold look, she wanted to laugh and was moved, "Then can I call your mother?"

"try it yourself?"

"..." Why does this person answer all kinds of jokes?

I thought the rain would get smaller in the middle of the night, but when An Jing got out of the shower, it didn't tend to get smaller at all. Instead, even the thunder became louder and louder.

An Jing drew the curtains to block out the ferocious lightning.

Feeling inexplicably restless, she lay on the bed and tossed and turned several times without falling asleep. In the darkness, she seemed to be able to see the flames burning brightly, and people's screams of terror could be heard in her ears.

The fragments of the disaster movies I have seen are generally played back in front of my eyes, and the breath in my chest is getting tighter and tighter, turning into a big stone to press down on my heart.

"Huh..." An Jing lifted the quilt and sat up, she glanced in the direction of the door.

Ge Zijie should have fallen asleep.

As early as half an hour ago, An Jing had heard her return to her room.

The door was slightly cold in her hand, An Jing hugged the pillow, it was clearly her own door, but she held her breath, and only dared to turn a little and opened the door with extremely cautious movements.

"Ah—" An Jing's eyes widened, startled, "Why are you here?"

Ge Zijie, who had just raised his hand in mid-air as if to knock on the door, paused, then put his hand down.

"Want to come to my room to sleep?" Ge Zijie looked at her with tender eyes.

An Jing thought that her thoughts had been seen through, so she froze in place a little embarrassed, but after a while Ge Zijie added another sentence.

"I'm afraid of thunder."

"..."

The air was quiet for a few seconds, and Jing Jing suddenly responded.

"Pfft——" An Jing covered her face with the pillow, her face flushed red with a sullen smile.

God knows how funny it was when Ge Zijie uttered these words with his paralyzed face.

If other people see this, they will probably laugh and lie down.

"Don't laugh." Ge Zijie reached out for the pillow that covered An Jing's face, and added again: "What I said is true."

How could An Jing believe it, but today, she didn't intend to expose Ge Zijie's white lie, she quickly put away her smile, and said in a prudish tone, "Well, I see."

Outside, a bright thunder came to mind, and the two looked at each other with no change in expression.

An Jing didn't know why she suddenly wanted to tease Ge Zijie

"Aren't you afraid?"

Ge Zijie lowered his head and pecked lightly on her lips, "Yes, so I need your 'comfort'."

Ge Zijie's room is just like her office. It is cold and airy to the extreme, and there are very few decorative props, so An Jing noticed at a glance that she placed a cloth rabbit on the bedside, which is obviously very different from the style of the room.

This rabbit looks like it has been used for many years, the color is a little faded, and there are threads of different colors in several places. The two eyes of the rabbit are different buttons, which looks a little funny.

"This..." An Jing pointed at the rabbit sitting upright, "Anyang gave it to you."

"Toot?" Ge Zijie walked over and picked up the rabbit's ears.

Hearing these two words from Ge Zijie's mouth gave Anjing the same surprise as Song Fan's successful weight loss to ninety catties, "Anyang gave it to you."

An Jing definitely knows how important this rabbit is to Anyang, otherwise she would not want to buy a better doll for Anyang later, but she only wanted this one.

Said it was because she made it with her own hands.

"Well, she asked me to take good care of it." Ge Zijie put the rabbit back.

An Jing felt so ashamed when she saw her "clumsy work" in her youth placed on Ge Zijie's bedside, she took a step forward, "Why don't you return it to me, and I'll make a better one." for you."

"No." Ge Zijie looked at her with stars shining in his eyes, "This is a gift from Anyang, so it is already mine."

Ge Zijie's eyes were full of ambiguous heat, and An Jing's ears began to feel hot.

"Reciprocity." Ge Zijie lit a bottle of incense next to the rabbit, took out a box from the side drawer, "Open it and have a look."

A gift of incense...

An Jing seldom received gifts from others since she was a child. When her parents were alive, she could still get some doll books sent from abroad on her birthday. She no longer had extravagant hopes.

She almost forgot the joyful feeling of receiving a gift, and at this moment, her faint anticipation surged secretly in her chest.

The box felt like velvet, and it was padded with a white cushion inside. Inside the palm-sized box, lay two silver bracelets, and the metal texture shone under the lamp.

An Jing's breathing was slightly suffocated, she held the box and remained motionless.

"Try it on." Ge Zijie sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her quietly.

Hearing this, An Jing took out the thinner hand and prepared to put it on. Her thumb rubbed against the metal inner wall, which was a little uneven. She lowered her eyes and secretly wrote down the line of letters.

my redemption

"Does it fit."

Called out of her daze by Ge Zijie's voice, An Jing quickly replied, "Well, just right."

The ring was a little loose on the wrist, but it just wouldn't fall off, and the already fair skin was made transparent by this touch of silver.

"Come here." Ge Zijie patted the place beside him, "Help me take it."

As if performing a solemn ceremony, An Jing took every step with caution, and stood in front of Ge Zijie, she exhaled, and took her right hand with both hands.

Ge Zijie's palm was unexpectedly warm, his frame was larger than that of an average girl, but his skin was still smooth to the touch, but the knuckles of his middle finger had some thin calluses due to too much writing.

An Jing took another bracelet and put it on for her. She had heard the letters on the inner wall of this bracelet from Ge Zijie himself.

my angel

She suddenly remembered that she once asked Ge Zijie why she was so kind to her, and she only said "You are special"

'Special work of art'

However, An Jing felt that such an evaluation was too much for her. Ge Zijie was obviously the one who reached out to her in the quagmire. Such an evaluation was putting the cart before the horse.

"An Jing." Ge Zijie suddenly called out her name, and An Jing's right hand, which was held in the palm of his hand, turned around, encircling her arm and pulling her towards him.

An Jing was absent-minded and thinking about something, when she pulled her body defenseless and fell forward, throwing herself heavily into her arms.

The palm was pressed on Ge Zijie's shoulder, and a little further down was the slightly sensitive place. Ge Zijie didn't give her time to react, and his deep voice quickly stuck to his ear, with a solemn air, "I will try my best to be yours. Redemption, so you have to learn to rely on me in the future."

myredemption... So that's how that line came about.

But there was no need to go back so much, Anjing used her arms to prop up her body a little, and looked directly into Ge Zijie's whirlpool eyes from above, "You are already there."

The two looked at each other, and Ge Zijie first smiled with the corners of her lips curled up. She tilted her head, and drew a circle around An Jing's lips with the tip of her tongue. Li pressed onto the bed, the thunder outside the window was still there, but it couldn't affect the two of them anymore.

Morning after respite.

Ge Zijie embraced An Jing, stretched his arms forward, and leaned against hers, and the bracelets touched the bracelets, making a crisp metal collision sound.

As if she was sensitive to the sound, An Jing showed signs of waking up from sleep, her eyelashes trembled, and a pair of unfocused eyes appeared under her eyelids.

The hazy sleeping face made Ge Zijie couldn't help kissing her eyes, "Are you up?"

"What time...?" An Jing's voice was a little hoarse, she leaned up, and a section of the quilt slipped off to reveal her smooth shoulders, and there were several obvious red marks on the skin below the collarbone.

Ge Zijie respected her meaning very much and didn't leave anything in an obvious place.

"Ten o'clock."

Hearing this answer, An Jing suddenly recovered, "Aren't you going to work?"