The injuries on her body healed little by little, and the scabs healed, but Lin Jiyue slowly fell in love with the smell of Zhuang Lizheng's bed, the faint scent of grass mixed with the smell of men's cologne, nestled in his quilt
When he was in his arms, she always had the illusion of being held in his arms.
But since she was injured, Zhuang Licheng has never touched her again. Even if they sleep on the same bed and cover themselves with the same quilt, Zhuang Licheng always abides by etiquette and never refuses.
Only occasionally a small hug or a gentle kiss on the forehead can always make Lin Jiyue's heart beat faster. In such details, she tastes something close to being pampered.
The sound of water in the bathroom suddenly stopped. Lin Jiyue did not cover her head with the quilt as usual. She jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom door to wait. As soon as the door opened, she rushed forward and hugged Zhuang Licheng's waist.
"Okay, my injuries have healed!" Her voice was softer than usual, a bit coquettish.
"Yes." Zhuang Licheng turned his head slightly. His newly washed hair was still wet. Without any movement, cool drops of water would drip from the ends of his hair. One drop happened to land on Lin Jiyue's face.
He reached out his hand to wipe it off for her, and his fingertips brushed over the tear stain.
"So I will go back to school tomorrow!" Lin Jiyue said her purpose.
Zhuang Licheng was a little bit dumbfounded. He remembered that he had never said anything like not letting her go to class.
He picked up the little koala, which was hugging him like a tree trunk, by the waist, carefully avoiding any injured areas on her body, and put her back on the bed.
Seeing that he was silent, Lin Jiyue jumped up again, snatched the towel from his hand and knelt down behind him, volunteering to wipe his hair. Zhuang Licheng did not refuse.
Her hands were soft but very strong. Perhaps she really wanted to achieve her goal. The strength of her hands became stronger and stronger. Her hair had been dried and she was still rubbing it with unremitting efforts.
For his own sake, Zhuang Licheng held her hand and brought her into his arms with a slight effort.
Lin Jiyue didn't expect him to make such a move. She rushed forward, her soft lips hurriedly brushed against his face, and both of them were slightly startled.
Zhuang Licheng hugged her slender waist and wrapped her cold little hand with his warm hand. Indescribable warmth spread slightly, or another lasting feeling.
"I didn't say I wouldn't let you go back to class." His voice contained a smile that even he couldn't detect.
Lin Jiyue was suddenly stunned as she leaned in his arms. From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of his strong chest muscles under his nightgown. The next moment, her face became hot, she quickly looked away, and jumped up with a struggle.
"Then I'll go back and have a rest." After saying that, he ran away without daring to look back.
Zhuang Licheng squinted his eyes and looked at her fleeing back with a look similar to that of a cat catching a mouse. The long-lost relaxation spread unknowingly to his heart...
After a while, Lin Jiyue opened the door and came in again, holding a mobile phone in her hand.
"Your phone number!" She called out softly from behind Zhuang Licheng, interrupting his trance.
"Who is it?" Zhuang Licheng turned to look at her, his dark eyes shining under the light.
"I seem to be your friend."
"Oh." Zhuang Licheng stood up and walked outside to answer the phone.
After a while, he came back after answering the phone, put his arm around Lin Jiyue's shoulders from behind, and smiled at her: "Do you want to go out with me for a while?"