Maybe she came at the wrong time, maybe it was too early or too late. When she brought the documents she had lost and recovered from the doctor, she accidentally wanted to take a look.
When he opened the door, he saw the scene in front of him.
She could only see but hear very vaguely.
From a distance, only He Mingjue's whispered "Yes" could be heard.
Wen Xihe was completely unable to understand what kind of mood she was feeling at that moment. She could only feel that she was somewhere, sour, bitter, spicy, and all kinds of flavors were mixed together, and they were going back and forth in her heart.
She always had a bad premonition, but she didn't dare to let herself think about it.
I could only stumble all the way up, as if I had never been here, as if I hadn't seen anything, and as if I hadn't heard anything.
She felt that time had gone back again, and she once again became a person unwilling to face the truth.
coward.
When I got home, it was already past dinner time.
The lights were on in the living room. Although it was not too late, the servants were all sent to bed early by Wen Xihe.
Wen Xihe was sitting alone on the sofa, her petite body curled up together, her hands folded on her chest. She seemed to be sleeping, and from a distance, with the light scattered above her head, He Mingjue could even see clearly
See the slight wrinkles between her eyebrows.
The man's heart suddenly ached as if he was awakened by insects.
She had maintained the same sleeping position since she was a child. She curled up like a baby. It was not until later that He Mingjue found out.
People who maintain this kind of sleeping position are people who are extremely insecure in their hearts.
He unbuttoned his suit jacket, pulled on his tie, and walked gently to Wen Xihe. He knelt down in front of her and lowered his head to examine her delicate features.
From her forehead, all the way down, it landed on her unchanged posture.
Does that mean self-protection?
The man sighed unconsciously.
It turned out that he still couldn't give her enough sense of security.
The man calmed down his movements, bent down slightly, and tried to pick up Wen Xihe, who was sleeping lightly, with the lightest force.
Wen Xihe, who was on the sofa, was sleeping very lightly. He Mingjue's extremely careful movements were still noticed by Wen Xihe. There was a shadow covering his head, and Wen Xihe felt that his face was darkened. The shadow was approaching.
At that moment, she also opened her eyes. When their eyes met, both of them were stunned.
"Did I wake you up?" Seeing that she was awake, He Mingjue reached out to hold her hand, changed his movements, and wanted to rub her hair.
But Wen Xihe who was on the sofa suddenly stood up and moved very quickly. Even before He Mingjue could react, he had already passed He Mingjue and walked outside, "You must not have eaten yet, I will help you."
Do!"
He Mingjue turned around and looked at Wen Xihe's back as he hurried out, frowning slightly. He vaguely felt that something was wrong with Wen Xihe today, but he couldn't explain it.
There was a vague guess that she might be unhappy because she didn't get any response from him in the hospital.
"Xixi," he called her and wanted to speak, but a series of complicated things in the hospital suddenly flashed through his mind. He wanted to open his mouth to explain, but was made a little impetuous by the series of things. He couldn't help but rub it.
Rubbing his eyebrows, he looked up at Wen Xihe's frozen back and said softly, "I'm not hungry, let's go rest?"
Wen Xihe's back froze, but she did not look back. In just a few seconds, she resolutely raised her steps, her tone a little harsher.
"No, your stomach is not good, you must eat!"
After saying that, the person had disappeared at the gate.
When I came back, the lights were on in the hall, but the man who was supposed to be waiting on the sofa was nowhere to be seen.
When I returned to the bedroom and opened the door, I found that the man was already lying on the bed, asleep.
In the tray in his hand, there was still rising heat in the porcelain bowl. The heat fumigated Wen Xihe's sight, blurring He Mingjue's face in his sight.
They are all tired these days.
Putting down the tray, Wen Xihe walked quietly to the bedside, bent down and gently pushed He Mingjue's strong back, and said softly, as if coaxing a child who was disobedient and refused to eat, "Jue, don't sleep."
, would you like to have something to eat...ah!"
With a scream, He Mingjue was already like a cheetah. He stretched out one hand and grabbed Wen Xihe's body. Wen Xihe screamed and felt dizzy in front of his eyes. The man's body had already
Pressing it down firmly, his hot breath blew regularly against Wen Xihe's ears.
This seems to be He Mingjue's habit.
Every night, he must pull her into his arms. Except for the special few days that women must experience every month, he must have sex with her.
For He Mingjue, Wen Xihe is not only his soothing medicine, but also the warm fragrance of nephrite that helps him sleep well.
He Mingjue did not open his eyes, but his body was pressed down very familiarly. Turning over, he trapped Wen Xi between him and the big bed. The man's long slender hands had already lifted up her clothes, and skillfully opened her clothes.
Wen Xihe probed and touched her body, teasing her intentionally or unintentionally.
Holding back her breath, Wen Xihe suppressed the moan that was about to escape her lips, and firmly held down He Mingjue's hand that continued to make trouble, "Jue, aren't you tired?"
He was obviously too tired to even open his eyes, but he still insisted on pulling her to be gentle.
How could Wen Xihe not understand?
The way this man expressed his apology always made her feel helpless.
"Xixi..." He Mingjue's hot breath blew on Wen Xihe's face, but his movements did not stop, "Baby, I can..." He thought he was trying to refuse but wanted to welcome him back.
When he wanted to, he was met with Wen Xihe's more determined actions.
"Ajue, but I'm so tired!"
He Mingjue finally opened his eyes at this time. Under the orange light, Wen Xihe's face was as tired as she said. Almost as soon as his eyes fell, he was already there.
Wen Xihe's face was filled with anger.
He Mingjue's heart ached, and he couldn't help but hug Wen Xihe into his arms. His strength tightened and tightened silently, and his face gently rubbed against Wen Xihe's soft and fragrant neck.
"Xixi, I'm so sorry!" His hands moved on her slender back, without any emotion, but full of heartache.
His Xixi has lost weight again.
Wen Xihe said nothing, just nestled quietly in the man's arms. Her cheek was pressed against the man's hard chest, and the man's heartbeat was beating hard in her ears. Wen Xihe's heart was restless for a moment, and then it slowly calmed down.
Come down.
She wrapped her arms around He Mingjue's neck, rubbing against his body like a cat.
The man's chuckle sounded above her head, teasingly, "Baby, if you keep teasing me like this, I will make you even more tired."