An Zhisu calmed down, and her chaotic eyes changed to blurred, reflecting Ye Lancheng's handsome features.
"Ye Lancheng..."
An Zhisu only had time to call out his name before he was tired and fell asleep.
Ye Lancheng waited for three or four minutes and saw that she had fallen asleep again. Only then did he slowly let go of his hand and turned over from her.
After all this tossing, both he and An Zhisu were covered in sweat. In desperation, Ye Lancheng went to the bathroom, twisted out a towel, and briefly wiped the dampness off An Zhisu's body. Then he carried her to the sofa and changed it again. Shen Shen Youcai took her back to bed and covered her with a quilt.
An Zhisu fell asleep again and she was very quiet now. Ye Lancheng looked at her small face and was dazzled by her too pale face. She was like a white porcelain doll, her whiteness was amazing.
Ye Lancheng tried his best to recall that in the past eighteen years, he had only met her twice and was not deeply impressed, but he did remember that she was not so white now.
He didn't know An Zhisu very well, and even said he was familiar with her. So he didn't understand her, but he felt that An Zhisu was not as fragile as a human being. She was only ten years old when her mother died, and she was wearing a uniform at the funeral. A small black cheongsam with an expressionless face was used to bow to everyone attending the funeral.
At that time, Ye Lancheng could feel a strong sense of sadness and sadness from her, but he did not feel that she was fragile or vulnerable. He even saw a sense of tenacity and a belief in her eyes that supported her.
He still remembered that he gave her the jade pendant and promised her that if she was in trouble, she could go to him and he would repay her for saving her life. Xiaoxiao An Zhisu took the jade pendant and said in a very firm tone, "I will save you." Not in order to repay you. If I go to you in trouble in the future, I hope that there will be a fair deal between us and not in return for the kindness."
Ye Lancheng couldn't remember how he felt when he heard those words, but seeing that he still remembered it so clearly now, he knew that he must have been deeply impressed at the time and remembered the little girl in his mind.
In the past fifteen years, An Zhisu has never found him, and they are like two parallel lines, each growing on their own life path. Ye Lancheng never thought that An Zhisu would still find him, and he would never find him today. Thinking that she would be so desperate that she would need to fake an engagement with him.
Ye Lancheng didn't know why he proposed to marry her at that time, and he still hasn't figured it out yet. He was born with weak feelings. Family, love, and friendship are all seeming to him, but they are not. They are not common. The icing on the cake.
Maybe he thinks that it doesn't matter who he marries as long as he doesn't hate him. But he was woken up by her coughing one night after two days of marriage. Ye Lancheng finally felt that he was a wife who was a mystery to him for the first time. It's impulsive to want to know about her past.
This impulse didn't calm down until he dialed Lao Jiu's phone and heard Lao Jiu mumbled "Young Master" in his sleep.
"What happened, young master?" Lao Jiu was still sleeping but was confused, but after Ye Lancheng was silent for a few seconds, he immediately woke up.
Ye Lancheng suppressed his desire to let Lao Jiu investigate An Zhisu's past, but his thoughts were indifferent and he uttered two words: "It's okay."
Laojiu...
Are you okay? Why did you call me in the middle of the night? He has his pants on, okay?
"Go on to sleep." Ye Lancheng cut off the call and threw the phone aside.
Ye Lancheng knew that as long as he gave the order, Lao Jiu would be able to investigate everything he wanted to know by dawn at the latest. But he still gave up. An Zhisu didn't want to say that it was privacy and he shouldn't carry her behind his back.
There are wounds torn open to hide her.
…
An Zhisu was sitting at the dining table. One hand was holding the toast that Ye Lancheng had heated and the other hand was spitting ketchup on it. His actions seemed serious, but his erratic eyes betrayed him.
Sitting opposite her is Ye Lancheng, who is more serious than she is. He is cutting the toast seriously and putting small pieces into his mouth with a fork. His movements are elegant and resemble European royal families. The three lines on his neck are conspicuous.
It's the scratch marks that ruin the beauty.
The more An Zhisu looked at it, the more she felt guilty. When she woke up in the morning, Ye Lancheng was no longer in bed. She still vaguely remembered that she had had that nightmare again, and it seemed that she had lost control of it. She seemed to have scratched Ye Lancheng.
An Zhisu hoped that those vague memories were just a dream, but the new sheets and quilts gave her a slap in the face. They were all screaming to tell her that she had those dreams that were not there.
She really overestimated herself. She originally thought she would not be stimulated by Zhao Linlin's words, but who knew that nightmares would attack her fragile nerves at night and make her remember those horrific images again.
Will Ye Lancheng regard her as a psychopath? An Zhisu is really not sure. After all, even Song Jiaren thought she had a mental problem when she saw her "crazy" appearance.
Song Jiaren later firmly believed that she was not ill. Because they knew An Zhisu from growing up together, they absolutely trusted each other. However, she and Ye Lancheng really had no trust at all.
"Do you like ketchup?" Ye Lancheng's indifferent voice brought An Zhisu back from his trance.
An Zhisu paused and lowered his eyes to see that at some point, she had spread a thick layer of tomato sauce on the entire piece of toast.
"Haha...haha...ketchup is delicious." An Zhisu quickly put down the spoon with ketchup in embarrassment and embarrassment. He endured the sour taste and took a big bite in front of Ye Lancheng to prove it.
I really like ketchup.
Ye Lancheng...
Damn it!
Why is it so sour!
An Zhisu almost vomited and felt that her teeth were about to be sore. Why did she really want to die when she was applying ketchup? Also, Ye Lancheng, why didn't you remind me earlier?
"Eat less, and too much ketchup is not good." Ye Lancheng didn't know, so he casually said something to her on the steps, lowered his head and continued to eat.
"Haha, I think I should eat less." Of course, An Zhisu walked down the steps and said, "Haha, I threw the toast covered with ketchup aside and put it on an empty plate. Then I drank it with milk.
After a few big mouthfuls, the sour taste in my mouth was diluted by the mellow flavor of the milk.
An Zhisu did not make any of these moves. Ye Lancheng escaped from the corner of his eye and lowered his head. The corners of Ye Lancheng's mouth slightly raised, revealing a rare smile.
The couple had breakfast. You An Zhisu was particularly active in clearing the dishes. "I'll come, I'll come, you, hurry up, change your clothes and go to work. You're late."
"It's the weekend." Ye Lancheng reminded indifferently.
An Zhisu...
Well, don't tell her, an unemployed vagrant, about weekends. She spends weekends every day now.