He Mingjue leaned forward on the sofa, but his eyes never left the little figure rummaging around in the room looking for something. The familiar warmth in his memory slowly returned to He Mingjue's body again.
Wen Xihe knelt down in front of He Mingjue, applying medicine and bandaging with great care. With a serious look on her face, she slowly pushed away the broken hair on He Mingjue's forehead with one hand, while carefully applying medicine. From time to time,
She seemed to be afraid that he would be in pain. She straightened up and carefully leaned on He Mingjue's wound, breathing slightly. That serious and charming look made the color of He Mingjue's eyes silently deepen.
Somewhere on the ground, it seemed as if something had struck me violently in an instant.
The physical distance between the two people was so close that He Mingjue could smell Wen Xihe's pleasant and familiar scent just by moving his body slightly. Following his own thoughts, He Mingjue stretched out his hand and touched Wen Xihe's body.
With an exclamation, he pulled her into his arms. Before Wen Xihe could react, her body was already trapped between his chest and the sofa by He Mingjue.
The man's tongue penetrated Wen Xihe's lips wantonly. The sweetness on her lips made the man unable to control himself more and more. His body swooped down, threatening to press Wen Xihe on the sofa and ravage him fiercely.
Impulsively. Wen Xihe's eyes widened in shock, and the thing in his hand fell to the floor with a "pop".
It was the strength she was most familiar with, the temperature she was most familiar with, and the breath she was most familiar with. She was surrounded by everything that she had been most familiar with. Such an embrace, like a poppy, would make her happy every time.
Extremely addictive. She really wanted to reach out and hug this man hard, letting herself be immersed in his arms and unwilling to wake up.
But she knew it wouldn't work. There was too much uneasiness in her heart, and that obstacle was Ye Yuwei, the regret and wound that she had been unable to express.
Finally, the hands that were hanging weakly on both sides of her body finally slowly fell on He Mingjue's hand holding her. Then, she pushed away hard.
With a "bang", He Mingjue seemed to be still immersed in this embrace and couldn't help himself. His body had been pushed away by Wen Xihe hatefully. The force was too strong. When He Mingjue's body hit the sofa, he even let out a cry.
A heavy muffled sound.
"Xixi?"
Wen Xihe, who was on the floor, had quickly climbed up and rushed to the door of the bedroom like a gust of wind without even looking at He Mingjue. The door was closed with a "bang" in front of He Mingjue.
The gap that was originally insurmountable, at this moment, stood silently in front of the two people. Wen Xihe was uneasy, and He Mingjue was speechless.
A door silently separated the two worlds. Outside the door, He Mingjue looked at the closed door, his eyes slowly turning gray. Inside the door, Wen Xihe sat sliding along the door panel.
On the floor, faces were full of sadness.
For a year, she traveled around the world. She met Lan Lingzhou, got together with Lan Lingzhou, and became Lan Lingzhou's fiancée. As a result, Wen Xihe still found in despair that she still couldn't change everything now.
.She didn’t know whether it was what happened to her or to He Mingjue.
Time slowly flowed by in the silent silence of the two people.
Dusk falls, and the pitch-black night slowly and quickly rushes through the city.
The door was unlocked, and Wen Xihe lay on the bed, turning over and over and listening to what was going on outside. The moonlight outside the window was scattered on the floor, and the wind blew in from the window. Such a night is inherently beautiful. But
Wen Xihe had no thoughts at all. It wasn't until the sound outside the door disappeared that she closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep in an emotion she didn't even understand.
She started dreaming again.
She dreamed of the cliff where she had been kidnapped. She was on the edge of the cliff, and the rope was being cut off bit by bit. She was so scared that she kept crying and shouting at He Mingjue. She was filled with joy.
She thought that He Mingjue would definitely come to save her. Since childhood, he had been her warrior, omnipotent and victorious in every battle.
But later, she saw He Mingjue hugging Ye Yuwei and kissing her intimately in front of her. Then, she saw He Mingjue's cold and heartless face. He said, Xixi, I don't want you anymore.
I don’t want you anymore, I don’t want you anymore, I don’t want you anymore...
"Don't--" She struggled, cried, and took steps to chase He Mingjue back, but He Mingjue hugged another woman and walked farther and farther until he finally disappeared.
"ah--"
She sat up from the bed suddenly, panting heavily. There was darkness in front of her eyes, the moonlight was bright, and the wind slowly blew in from the window, which was cool. There was sweat on her forehead and on her back.
It becomes cold even when blown by the wind.
It's a dream!
Thinking about it, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. This is not a dream, all of this really exists.
Suddenly, a pair of hands reached out from behind and dragged her over. Before she could scream, a man's deep voice came to her ears.
"Having a nightmare?"
Wen Xihe froze on the spot, and the shout he left was swallowed hard after hearing a familiar voice.
Faintly, she seemed to still be able to feel the hot breath breathed out by He Mingjue, slowly brushing past her ears. In the darkness, his chest was pressed tightly against her back, without a trace of distance. As he spoke,
He held her in his arms with one hand and distanced the two of them with the other. His big hand slowly and gently ran along Wen Xihe's tight back due to nervousness and fear. Faintly, she could even feel his closeness.
The hot temperature on his back and in his palms.
She remained silent. In the darkness, Wen Xihe was silent for only a minute before struggling fiercely in He Mingjue's arms.
Nightmare? It is indeed a nightmare, a nightmare that lingers for her 365 days a year.
"I'm fine, please let me go..."
But he didn't do as she wished. The man's hands held Wen Xihe's face hard. In the darkness, the man's eyes were shining brightly.
"Xi Xi..." He was calling her again in that helpless and frustrated tone.