Ling Yansen rolled up his sleeves, took out yam from the refrigerator, mixed it with white rice, and wanted to make some porridge for Qing Wu.
Although she has been taking nutritional drips for the past two days and her complexion has improved, she still can't do it without eating.
He leaned on the kitchen counter blankly, staring at the white mist rolling in the pot, and suddenly couldn't help but smile desolately. It's not that he didn't know how to cook. After Jiayu's rise, he was insulated from the kitchen, and he hated himself in his bones.
He knows how to cook, because this tells him that he is just an ordinary man who can't escape his earthly aura. Although he wears top-notch brand names and is not as well-trained as ordinary people, in his bones, everything he has experienced is all the time.
It reminds him that he is destined to never get rid of the lowliness in his soul.
So he never cooks, although his cooking is really good.
Today he went against the grain and even cooked porridge for her, but the steaming heat in the pot made him want to shed tears. If they still had time, he would rather cook her porridge like this every day.
Holding the plate, I stopped at the stairs and looked at the time, nine forty-one.
Put your feet on the stairs.
With every step forward, the dinner plate trembled more and more.
Qingwu didn't know what Ling Yansen was doing after going downstairs. She wanted to get up, but there was still a needle stuck in the back of her hand. The liquid in the intravenous drip bottle above her head seeped into her body drop by drop. It was a bit cold, but her energy was miraculous.
It's better.
She can feel it.
When she was bored and panicking, she heard footsteps. She quickly sat upright and put his pillow back in its place for him.
Ling Yansen has almost perverted and strict requirements for the placement of some things. After using the items, they want to keep them in the same place and cannot move them at all, only then he is satisfied. This rigid and precise attitude towards life is even worse than hers.
Be tough.
Ling Yansen pushed the door open and came in. Qing Wu saw the dinner plate in his hand and consciously moved the electronic watch on the bedside table and said quickly, "Put it here."
The careful words contained a hint of flattery and gratitude.
Smelling the fragrant food, my stomach surged with acidic water. After counting, I remembered that I really hadn't eaten for some time. During the ten days in the hospital, my body functions had not recovered.
After reaching the normal level, she would vomit even the smallest amount of solid food. Later, Jiang Henhan asked Sister Li to make special liquid food for her. However, Sister Li was from the north, and her taste would be heavy if she didn't pay attention. Qingwu was too embarrassed to mention it.
I had to endure it.
Ling Yansen put down his things, moved the tatami, sat on the edge of the bed, picked up the wooden patterned bowl, took the spoon, and stirred.
Qingwu couldn't help but swallow her saliva as she looked at the white porridge that night, which looked like tofu curds. It was a bit sticky and seemed to contain yams that she liked to eat.
Ling Yansen scooped up a spoonful and blew it carefully before bringing it to her mouth.
Qingwu's eyes widened, a little flattered, and she stared at his slender, white fingers with distinct joints, in a daze.
The spoon rubbed against her lips that were as pale as white mist. She felt a little embarrassed and opened her mouth. Her tongue instantly tasted the rich fragrance. Sure enough, it was the light taste she expected.
"It tastes very good." She smiled, her lily-like but slightly thin eyes narrowed, and her thin face turned a faint red due to the steaming mist. Ling Yansen looked at it in a daze.
It wasn't that she was so beautiful, it was just her haggard elegance that made him crazy and pitiful.
He didn't speak, but his sharp and sharp outline softened a little.
He glanced at the minute hand on the electronic clock that was moving forward mechanically, and the depression in his eyes deepened.
Qingwu saw that he had no intention of speaking, so she knew what was going on and didn't say anything. He brought it to her and she opened her mouth to swallow it.
She always felt that something was wrong with his appearance. When he came downstairs in the morning, he was still very angry, but when he came back up, he was silent and lost his anger. His eyes were locked with a meaning she couldn't understand, and he would stare at her intently from time to time.
He looked at her, not knowing what he was thinking.
"If, and I mean if, you could choose to go somewhere, where would you want to go?"
Ling Yansen suddenly spoke, and it was still a topic that almost made Qingwu's jaw drop. She was chewing the yam that had not melted, and she almost choked when he was hit by his sudden and rambling topic.
It took me a long time to react, and I was thinking about whether he had any deep meaning in asking this. This is the nature of his person. He hides eight things and reveals two things when he speaks. It is specious and false. You can think whatever you want, but the purpose is only him.
Know.
"Ayan, why do you suddenly ask about this?"
"boring."
He answered quickly, his voice was soft, slightly hoarse, and trembled in her ears.
"Since this is a hypothesis, then I would like to go to Northern Europe, Zurich or any city. The sunshine there will not be too strong, and the winter will not be too cold. If the environment is mild, it is very suitable for Duoduo to grow up..."
The words suddenly stopped here. Qing Wu cursed herself secretly and mentioned Duoduo, so she secretly looked at his face. Fortunately, there was nothing unusual about his face. His eyes were blank and he was looking at her blankly. He was obviously distracted.
The deep and delicate outline reflected the clear sunlight at noon, and when she looked at it, she always felt a kind of dreamlike melancholy.
Qingwu looked dumbfounded, her mouth still half-opened, and the porridge left in her mouth overflowed without knowing it. It stuck to her lips, making her lips that were finally rosy even more charming.
Ling Yansen suddenly put down the bowl in his hand and leaned forward. His thin back was arched, as if he had used a lot of effort. His thin lips moved forward slightly, and then he took her soft and sensual lips into his mouth.
Serve some porridge.
With a little suction, her flowing lips entered her mouth, and her teeth started to bite, grind, toss and linger.
Qingwu was frozen, and his aggressive breath lingered around her neck. It took a long time for her to realize from the shock that he was kissing her. It was different from the usual hormonal entanglement. This kiss had a certain
This kind of obscure and profound meaning, if it must be embodied, is like standing in the church and confessing, facing Jesus and God, letting go of all your nostalgia, stretching to your bones, and feeling deeply into your soul.
But Qingwu had no time to accept it, and her body responded with reflexive panic and vigilance. Her mind was filled with memories of that night when she was forced to lie in the ruins, on the cold cement floor, full of sawdust and the disgusting man who smelled of alcohol.
Taste, he rushed towards her,
He wreaked havoc on her body, spread her legs, and covered her whole body with filth, including the baby in her belly...
"Ah! Get away! Let me go, don't... don't touch me..."
Screaming miserably, Qingwu twitched and cried hoarsely. Her eyes were empty and frightened. She struggled, ignoring the needles on the back of her hands. The bandage on her abdomen rubbed against Ling Yansen's hard shirt and quickly moved out of place.
, the wound began to hurt again.
Ling Yansen froze suddenly. He didn't know why she had such a strong aversion to his touch. He was a little hurt.
But his lips did not leave, his teeth pressed against her uvula, and he pushed it away a little. His hands with prominent veins held her tearful little face, coaxing in a low voice, almost begging, "Ah Wu, don't move, don't move...
"
Qingwu slowly woke up from the panic. Although she was still disgusted and disgusted, she slowly stopped struggling when she heard his heartbreaking low voice. Her whole body stiffened, guarded and guarded, and she did not dare to move at all.
Tasting the salty taste at the corner of her mouth, he finally sighed, loosened his teeth, and left his thin lips. He pressed his forehead against hers, feeling her hot body temperature, and stared at her pupils buried deep in the mist, where mottled reflections were reflected.
of oneself.
He wiped her cheek dry with his thumb and sighed, "Ah Wu, why are you crying?"
Her wet eyelashes trembled. She also looked at her pale self reflected in his shimmering pupils that flowed like ink, and said in shock, "You bit me and hurt me. What about you, Ayan?
Why are you crying?"
"Your lips are bitter." He grinned, but did not laugh.
Qing Wu thought about it and realized that this excuse made sense. She had been ill for several days and had only liquid food except white porridge. Her mouth was covered with tongue coating. It was strange that it was not bitter.
But, Ayan, this has nothing to do with the tears in your eyes...
The two people were face to face, staring at each other without any distance. The time was lost in this stare. Ling Yansen felt pain everywhere, but he was extremely greedy for this last bit of suffocating romance.
Qingwu was aware of everything that was surging in his eyes, but before she had time to think about it, the doorbell rang quickly downstairs.
"I'll open the door." After taking a deep breath as if he had made up his mind, Ling Yansen stood up, walked to the door, and took a deep look at her.
Outside the door, Lawyer Jin stood upright, holding a briefcase in his hand.
Ling Yansen opened the door, expressionless, and stretched out his hand, "Lawyer Jin, you're here."
"Mr. Ling, hello." Lawyer Jin also extended his hand to shake hands with Ling Yansen and followed Ling Yansen upstairs.
In front of the master bedroom, Ling Yansen stopped and said, "Wait a moment."
He opened the door and Qingwu was about to pick up the bowl on the bedside table, but her hands were inconvenient because she was still infusion.
Ling Yansen found a thicker nightgown from the closet. It belonged to him, so he didn't care and walked over to put it on for her.
Qingwu was concerned about the bowl of porridge, and asked absentmindedly, "The temperature in the room is not low, why are you wearing such thick clothes for me?"
Ling Yansen glanced at a certain exquisite curve under her hospital gown and said nothing.
After getting dressed, he picked up the bowl and fed her. His movements were a little hurried, and Qing Wu had to open her mouth to catch his next spoonful before she could swallow it.
Five minutes later, Ling Yansen put down the empty wooden bowl, stood up, and said something that Qingwu couldn't understand but felt a little flustered.
"Ah Wu, let me see how determined you are to see each other more often."
He had a strange face and gloomy eyebrows. After speaking, he opened the door, and then a man in a suit and leather jacket walked in with a briefcase in his hand.
"This is Lawyer Jin. Lawyer Jin, this is my wife, Duan Qingwu."
"Hello, Miss Duan." Lawyer Jin nodded.
Qingwu frowned, she could clearly hear that the man called her Miss Duan, not Mrs. Ling.