The reason why she didn't feel the heart-rending despair and pain at this moment was not because she really didn't feel pain.
It's because, subconsciously, Wen Xihe wants to trust a man.
She wanted to believe He Mingjue.
One year is not a long time, but it is not short either. She cannot let go of her love for a man in one year, but that love sprouts and grows with time, becoming more and more crazy.
So, she stayed with another man, but came back as someone else's girlfriend.
The man's love changed from the initial confusion to firmness. The moment she decided that the man had broken free from the shackles of family affection and decided to use a man's way to imprison her, she compromised.
So many days, so many proofs.
Love made Wen Xihe timid and determined.
If you love someone, at least your eyes won't deceive you.
She had never seen wavering love for a woman in He Mingjue's eyes.
So, this time, she wanted to try to trust this man. She didn't want to push herself into a desperate situation.
Thinking of this, Wen Xihe suddenly smiled.
In the dimly lit room, the woman huddled in the bed, holding onto the sheets tightly with both hands. No matter how hard He Mingjue's big hands pulled, she could not shake them. The hot temperature on her forehead made the woman's entire consciousness begin to blur.
Ye Yuwei, who was confused and unconscious, could clearly see He Mingjue sitting beside the bed.
"The Lord of the Underworld, the Lord of the Underworld..."
The man frowned and stretched out his hand to pull Ye Yuwei up, "You have a fever, I'll take you to the hospital!"
Before the extended hand moved, the man's big hand was tightly grasped by a pair of hands. Ye Yuwei's cheeks became hot and red due to the fever. She eagerly looked for the source of coldness. She pulled He Mingjue and held her on one side.
Her cheek gently rubbed against the back of the man's hand. After a long while, she began to murmur in a low voice.
"I knew you wouldn't ignore me, you wouldn't..."
The man frowned and said, "Yu Wei..." He wanted to withdraw his hand, but was held tighter.
Ye Yuwei was only wearing thin pajamas, which still glowed with a transparent sheen under the light. Her body temperature was very high, and when He Mingjue's eyes fell on her inadvertently, the sheets under her body were slightly wet.
part of it.
The woman's body moved uncomfortably on the bed, trying to stay away from the uncomfortable feeling. She struggled to sit up, and unexpectedly grabbed He Mingjue tightly with both hands, her whole body was like an eight-clawed animal.
It clung to He Mingjue's body like an octopus. She shrank in his arms and kept rubbing against him.
Her voice was clearly full of grievance and sadness. Her hands held He Mingjue's shoulders stubbornly and firmly, calling in a low voice, "Mingjue, why do you do this to me? Wen Xihe loves you,
I love you too. My love for you is no less than her love for you. Why, why are you not willing to look at me..."
At the end of the sentence, it was clear that he would rely on his lack of consciousness to vent all his unhappiness. As he spoke, he started crying.
She lay close to the man's ear, whispering and crying, as weak as a mosquito.
When it sounded, probably only He Mingjue could hear it.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.
He Mingjue's eyes couldn't help but darken a bit. With this chest, he might only be able to stretch out his hands and hug a woman in his life.
And that woman is destined not to be Ye Yuwei.
He finally reached out and pushed her away, but found that his body was trembling under his palms.
He did not let her go any further and bent down to pick her up from the bed. He walked to the door and frowned at the night outside the window.
A little cold.
Immediately, he hugged her and turned around to walk to the bed. However, he could not find any clothes in the visible space that could protect Ye Yuwei from the cold. With a frown, the man reached out and took off his suit jacket and wrapped Ye Yuwei again.
stand up.
The sound of taking off clothes and the sound of Ye Yuwei stumbling over and rubbing in his arms were silently amplified in the space.
The woman in his arms moaned while rubbing against him.
"The Lord of the Underworld, the Lord of the Underworld..."
How could He Mingjue have thought that there was a woman on the other end of the phone who heard all of this.
That night, the rain outside the window kept pouring.
Wen Xihe felt cold, so she turned on the heater. In such weather, she huddled in bed, recalling every moment with He Mingjue over and over again from her childhood. The heater warmed her body, and those unforgettable past memories
Warming her heart.
Unknowingly, she also fell asleep.
When the sky was dark, the woman on the bed slowly opened her eyes.
With the light behind her, Ye Yuwei saw the familiar back of a man. The woman's lips were chapped, but the corners of her mouth were outlined indistinctly.
"Lord Hades..."
The hoarse female voice made He Mingjue, who was standing by the window sill, stiffen. When he turned around, Ye Yuwei discovered that he was smoking.
Countless cigarette butts were littered on the windowsill.
"woke up?"
The voice was faint, and Ye Yuwei could not hear He Mingjue's tone, but nodded weakly. Seeing her struggling to stand up, He Mingjue bent down and helped her up.
Ye Yuwei smiled lightly and opened his mouth, but He Mingjue spoke first.
"Yu Wei, I hope this is the first and last time!" The man looked at her, as if it was the first time. Ye Yuwei knew that she was not an exception. This man had the ability to see through everything, and was spread out in front of her.
The truth before her made her feel as if she had been slapped in the face.
"What are you talking about? I don't understand?" Ye Yuwei's face was pale, and she slightly grabbed the sheets with her hands. She raised her head and bit her lip.
"Yu Wei, no one would make themselves like that. If I didn't answer your call last night and didn't send you to the hospital, what would you do?"
He Mingjue may not be able to see through a woman's heart, but that doesn't mean he doesn't pay attention to details.
He can still tell whether something is true or false.
It wasn't that he didn't notice Ye Yuwei's slightly damp hair at the moment he rushed over. It wasn't that he didn't notice the patches of water on the quilt and sheets. It wasn't that he didn't notice the slight cold air coming from the slightly open bathroom hitting his face.
He was not sure whether a woman stood under cold water for several hours in the middle of the night. But the only thing he could be sure of was that there was always a moment when Ye Yuwei was awake.
He looked down at Ye Yuwei, whose face was getting paler and paler, but she lowered her head and said nothing.
"Yu Wei, you can think that I owe you. But I have said before that you can have anything you want except my feelings for me!"
Ye Yuwei heard the sound, but suddenly raised his head and spoke.