Yi Wenze didn't look up and continued to read the manual.
Jiahe poked him again, and then he looked up at her.
Jiahe whispered: "Who is it?"
There was a click, and the water jumped on the switch.
He poured half a glass of water: "The voice is not very impressive, maybe it's from the crew."
Jiahe said, "Maybe I have something to do with you, so I'll go and have a look."
She said After finishing, I felt my breath was sour.
The door was knocked twice more, really unwilling to give up.
"Go," Jiahe mouthed to the door, "You can't sleep without me."
After saying that, she walked across the corridor, sat on the bed, picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.
As soon as he finished speaking, he actually opened the door.
Damn, Jiahe thought I was dead and gritted his teeth secretly.
The lights in the corridor were dim and the person standing at the door was the young woman who had been helped by Yi Wenze last night.
She seemed to have just taken a shower.
Her long hair reached her waist and had a slight sheen from washing.
"Teacher Yi, you haven't slept yet" Nonsense, I was woken up by you even when I was sleeping.
Jiahe secretly cursed and quietly moved aside, thinking silently, "If you dare to take one step closer, I will tell you what I should do."
It can't be too violent.
If it attracts gossip, wouldn't it damage Yi Wenze's image?
Don't shrink back too much.
If you are so easy to talk to, wouldn't you be knocking on the door every night if you leave?
Yi Wenze did not answer, but went straight to the point: "Is something wrong?"
"It's nothing," the woman smiled, "I wanted to ask how Teacher Yi's arm injury went." hurt Jiahe's heart skipped a beat, and he took another step forward, not even daring to blink, for fear that he would hear something he shouldn't and would repeat the same mistakes he had made for so many years.
As she glanced past the former magazine building, she saw a scene of silent kissing in the tea room, and suddenly a voice whispered in her heart.
Jiahe, defend happiness, defend happiness.
"Thank you," Yi Wenze smiled politely, "If it's okay, my daughter."
Before he could finish speaking, he felt a sudden warmth on his waist.
He was hugged from behind, and a very gentle voice said: "Husband, toothache" He lowered his head, watched her get out from under his arm, and said with a smile: "Hello, do you want to come in and sit down?
We haven't slept yet."
He originally wanted to reject this woman in front of her, but sometimes, she You can always do something you never thought of.
The dim lights in the corridor are like the noisy night.
The warm yellow light behind him looks like a wall lamp at home.
The woman froze completely, and saw Yi Wenze lowering his head to look at the person in his arms, with a hint of tenderness in his smile.
He coughed slightly, suddenly feeling an urge, but he couldn't tell what he wanted to do.
Finally, he held her hand and closed the door: "Don't you have a toothache?
Go take medicine first."
Jiahe felt a little stupid when he saw that he just slammed the door without saying a single unnecessary word.
What's wrong with him?
He doesn't look like him.
He picked up the medicine tablet and handed the water to his arms.
There was a slight sound, and as soon as the tinfoil was crushed, Jiahe naturally stretched out his hand to take the medicine, but he pinched a piece of medicine and stuffed it into his mouth very gently.
Unwrap and administer the medicine in one go.
She wanted to ask this woman with a cold face why she came in the middle of the night, but unfortunately, she extinguished most of her anger with just such an action: "Why didn't you tell me where you were hurt?"
She pulled Yi Wenze's right hand I checked my sleeve and saw that there was no wound, then I looked at the left side and saw a deep cut.
Judging from the color, it means the injury is from the past two days.
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"It was a cut from a prop, it's not serious."
He put down his cuffs, but she held him down again: "Yi Wenze."
This was the first time she called him by her first name, which really made him startled.
Then he smiled and carried her to the bar to sit down: "You are so serious, what do you want to say?"
"I must tell you very seriously," she held her breath, sitting in such a position that she could look directly into his eyes, "you have made a very serious mistake."
He smiled without saying a word and looked at her openly.
"I think you don't take our relationship seriously.
We are not acting in an idol drama.
We only need to share great joys and sorrows.
If you see that I have a toothache, you will accompany me to the doctor, but you are injured, let alone whether it is a major injury or a minor injury. , not telling me right away was the biggest mistake.”
The more Jiahe talked, the more aggrieved he felt.
Then he felt bitterness in his mouth.
He remembered that there was still medicine in his mouth, and immediately frowned.
He drank three large gulps of water before swallowing the dissolved medicine: "It's so bitter."
It's so bitter.
It hurts again, so uncomfortable that I feel like dying.
Just when he was putting together the words for the next negotiation, he suddenly hugged her and blocked her mouth.
There was still a strong bitterness on the tip of his tongue, but he seemed not to feel it, entangled with himself completely.
Why, why did it suddenly happen like this?
The remaining consciousness kept echoing this question, her back was pressed against the mirror, she pressed one hand on the table, and the medicine tablet happened to be under her palm.
She subconsciously clenched her fists and squeezed the medicine board until it made a popping sound.
More than a month, thirty-four days, such a short period of time, it feels like we haven't seen each other in a lifetime, even this lingering kiss has become strange and hot.
She closed her eyes tightly, forgetting the toothache that tortured her, and tried to respond to him, but he suddenly left, holding the mirror behind her with one hand to calm her impulse.
He had been injured countless times on the set, but he had never felt this way before.
It wasn't until he bandaged the wound that he received a text message from her, and he suddenly felt hesitant.
Do you want to heal your injuries before letting her come?
I didn't expect her reaction to be so big.
"Is it still bitter?"
he asked.
Jiahe hummed in confusion, and he pressed forward again, continuing to sweep her lips and teeth with the tip of his tongue very slowly.
As she was sucking deeper and deeper, she heard him say it was time to sleep.
From the bar to the bed, she was hugged by him.
He had already lost her temper.
In the end, she just lay on his arm and made the final struggle: "I haven't finished speaking yet."
"Tell me."
His hands slid under his clothes from behind, and every inch he moved was gentle and focused.
What do you want me to say?
Jiahe looked at him sadly.
"What's wrong?"
He lowered his head and bit the tip of her ear.
The warm breath touches the ears and neck, quietly disintegrating and quietly going deep.
She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate: "In the future, even if your hand is cut by nail clippers, you must report it to me."
"Probably not."
He followed the curve of her neck and kissed all the way to her collarbone.
"It's easier for you to do this kind of thing."
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She almost choked to death: "I'm just making an analogy."
Yi Wenze hummed: "I understand."
Then he pulled the dark-colored thin quilt over the two of them and began to continue his work in an orderly manner.
An unknown TV series flashed on the screen.
It was nothing more than love, love, and extramarital affairs with a third party.
This kind of bloody family drama is really a hot topic that will never change.
Accompanied by the sound of sobbing, the lead actor was asking with tears streaming down his face: Why can't you stand the temptation?
Is it true that a five-year marriage is no better than someone you've known for a few days?
It really suits the occasion.
Jiahe tried his best to seize the last of his consciousness and held his wrist: "I didn't say I won't be angry, but I just solve the external problems first, then the internal ones."
He held her in his arms: "Where are the external problems?"
She bit her lower lip, almost feeling his impulse, blushing and closing her eyes, muttering, "You are so nice to everyone, you are just trying to attract flowers, and you don't make any difference to me or others."
Yi Wenze smiled and asked her in a low voice, do you think I would do this to others?
Maybe, she is still tough, but a little softer.
He finally felt helpless and began to try to make her relax.
I would never interrupt work calls for anyone, I would never take the initiative to let people live at home, and I would never face the media for others, and I would never carry her with me all the time.
A person who couldn't bear to let her leave her skin was so close to each other that he couldn't tell who was hot as fire first, but in the end they just melted together completely.
She was scared and uneasy, but she still didn't refuse.
She gradually hugged his back with her hands, feeling the dampness and heat in her palms, and the breathing in her ears was obviously rising and falling.
It hurts a little, but it's more of an unbearable restlessness.
It's gentle, but it's also torture.
Every second is like a year of suffering.
But he suddenly calmed down and looked at her for a moment.
Jiahe opened his eyes in confusion.
Wife, please come back to New Zealand with me.
His voice is inexplicably deep, beguiling and seductive.
As if someone was pinching her heart, she choked her breath and hummed slowly.
Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly grabbed the skin under her hand and almost embedded it deeply.
Very late at night, she was almost completely stuck in his arms.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt that he was too sinister, so she squeezed his arm hard.
He moved slightly without hiding: "This wound looks like it will take a few more days to heal."
She hurriedly withdrew her hand as if she was electrocuted: "I pinched you somewhere."
Yi Wenze didn't answer, he just laughed softly, it was so intoxicating.
The TV was still on, but I didn't know what program it was switching to.
There was no dialogue, but there was loud background sound.
Jiahe sounded strange, but she would rather lie in his arms covered in sweat than dare to look at his face.
She just asked curiously in a muffled voice, what is on the TV?
The sound is so strange.
He glanced at the TV indifferently, then tightened his hand around her waist, turned over again and pressed her down, and whispered, "Midnight adult program."
You, what do you want to do?
Jiahe almost groaned, his whole body was shaking uncontrollably, and the consciousness he had regained was completely shattered by him, annihilated and sunk.
At the very end, she tried her best to look at the TV, and she immediately became angry.
It was obviously a folk music concert.
Yi Wenze hummed, and held her in his arms, even their hands and feet.
Watching for adults at midnight programme. too much Her eyelids were as heavy as a thousand pounds, so she could only huddle in his arms, curse secretly, and fall asleep.
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But after sleeping for a short while, my whole body was already feeling cold.
Jiahe struggled to wake up from his dream, heard the sound of the door opening slightly, and asked drowsily: "What time is it?"
A voice came from behind, very close: "Six o'clock."
It was so early, Jiahe felt that it was the first time He was feeling swollen and sore all over and was about to die, but he still asked in his ear: "Does it still hurt?"
Does it not hurt?
Jiahe closed his eyes tightly and hummed.
"Do you want to take medicine?"
He seemed to walk away from the bed, and then he heard the sound of water being poured and boiled.
Only then did Jiahe understand what he was asking, and he felt hot from head to toe in embarrassment.
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It’s just an ideal estimate.
Why is my income so low?
Damn it, I need to love the house and the bird.
As for the question of boiling frogs in warm water, it took me 70 thousand days to write it until I confirmed the relationship, and this article was destined to be like this.
My style is slow and sultry, hard to change over time, so I’m considered an anomaly.
Again, there won’t be any cruelty in this article.
At most, it’s just a normal struggle.
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