Throughout the whole day today, he tried his best to suppress his excitement.
Now that he was alone, the corners of Zong Zhenglie's mouth began to rise wantonly.
"Sheng Xin, what do you think I should do to you?"
"..."
"What should I do so that you are willing to stay by my side firmly and never leave me no matter how rough the storm is?"
"..."
"Actually speaking, it's my fault after all! You're not with me, you just think I don't feel safe. I know I can't blame you!"
The person on his back was fast asleep and could not hear what Zong Zhenglie said at all.
But he still kept talking, saying all the words that had been stuck in his throat during the day.
Whether she heard it or not, he wanted to say...
In the end, it took Zong Zhenglie twenty minutes to carry Sheng Xin home on the road that could have been walked in three minutes.
Putting her gently on the bed, Zong Zhenglie helped her take off her coat, shoes, and socks, and then covered her with the quilt.
After staring at her on the bed for a while, Zong Zhenglie got up to find a scented lamp, then cut a few fresh ginger slices and put them on it.
The smell of ginger soon filled the bedroom.
Because Sheng Xin was asleep now and couldn't get up to drink ginger soup, so he could only use this method to relieve her pain.
Otherwise, you will feel sick after a while.
After working in front of and behind the house for a while, Zong Zhenglie took off his clothes, put on his pajamas and got into bed.
He moved Sheng Xin so that she could shrink into his arms, and Zong Zhenglie's thin lips curled up.
"Sheng Xin, good night..."
For more than a thousand days and nights, he had been looking forward to saying good night to her face to face, and today... it finally came true.
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The next morning, Zong Zhenglie opened his eyes first because of his biological clock.
Sheng Xin didn't sleep the night before An Ran's wedding, and she drank wine, so she slept until noon.
When Zong Zheng got up, he didn't call her, but tiptoed to the bathroom to wash up.
After everything was packed, he put the breakfast he bought into the microwave and set the time.
Before leaving, he was still worried. He walked back and left a note for Sheng Xin. Finally, he had to open the door and take another look at her. Only then did Zong Zhenglie take a deep breath and walk out of the house.
"Hmm." As soon as he got in the car, his cell phone rang in his pocket.
Zong Zhenglie slapped his forehead.
"Oops, I said I wanted to take leave yesterday, so I was so happy that I completely forgot about it!"
Looking at the name of the note dancing on the screen, Zong Zhenglie already had a premonition that he would be singled out for a conversation after a while.
He scratched his hair irritably, put his phone on the passenger seat, started the car and drove out.
...
When Sheng Xin woke up, she had a headache because of her hangover.
She sat up holding her head, still a little groggy.
The smell of ginger in the room made her sneeze.
"Um, what does this smell like?"
Rubbing her eyes, Sheng Xin walked out of the room wearing slippers.
The sun has risen high outside, and the living room is illuminated warmly. The golden sunlight shines in, giving it a feeling of being plated with gold.
Sheng Xin stretched and suddenly spotted a piece of white paper on the table from the corner of his eye.
"Huh?" She walked over and picked it up. The strong and powerful fonts on it were a bit unfamiliar.