put wildness in his heart

Chapter 228 Going to the Abyss Together
The lights in the living room were still turned off, but there was a faint smell of tobacco in the air.

Wen Miao was slightly taken aback, then opened the door and walked out.

The more you walked towards the living room, the clearer the smell of tobacco became. Wen Miao suddenly stopped walking around the vertical screen in the corridor, his eyes fixed, Shen Jiayu was sitting on the sofa, he probably didn't blow his hair after taking a shower , I only wiped it twice casually, and my hair was still wet, with water dripping down from the ends of my hair.

Because the lights were not turned on, the light in the living room was a little dark, and the neon light of the city outside the window was projected in through the huge French windows, illuminating his blurred silhouette.

Wen Miao couldn't see his expression clearly, but could only see the flickering spark between his fingers.

In fact, she rarely saw Shen Jiayu smoking. It seemed that she saw him once in a bar when she first met him. Afterwards, she occasionally smelled tobacco on him, but she had never seen him.

Wen Miao stopped in place for a moment, then walked over slowly.

Shen Jiayu didn't know what he was thinking, tilted his head slightly, his eyes fell outside the window, his expression was indifferent, as if he was in a daze.

Wen Miao didn't sit on the sofa, but stopped half a step away from him. There was a soft carpet in front of the sofa. Wen Miao wrapped her legs and sat down slowly on the carpet.

She rested her chin lightly on her knee, and looked at Shen Jiayu silently.

Even though Shen Jiayu has never shown his true emotions, Wen Miao can still feel the suppressed gloomy aura on him.

He just didn't want her to worry.

But if he pretended to be nothing, he would still be sad after all.

Little sparks ate away the silence in the air, and a long smoke silently burned to the end. The slight tingling sensation from the skin brought Shen Jiayu back to his senses, and he raised his hand to extinguish the smoke.

Only then did he notice Wen Miao who was squatting beside his lap without saying a word.

With a slight movement in his eyes, Shen Jiayu opened his mouth with a somewhat hoarse voice: "Why haven't you gone to bed yet?"

Wen Miao didn't speak, but tilted her head to look at him for a moment, then came close to him little by little, grabbed his hand, put it on her head, and then slowly leaned on his leg.

Shen Jiayu's hand rested lightly on her head, and his fingers moved unconsciously.

He looked down at her, met Wen Miao's black and white eyes, and carefully restrained the unruliness in her eyes, looking inexplicably a little obedient in this way.

It looks like some kind of fluffy, bully animal, obediently spreading its soft belly for you to see.

Shen Jiayu's hand rested on her head for two seconds, then leaned forward, hooked her waist with both hands, picked her up, and placed her on his lap.

As the distance drew closer, the two sat face to face, and Wen Miao could smell the shower gel on his body.

It seems to be mint.

Mixed with the smell of tobacco remaining on his fingertips, it was clear and confusing.

Shen Jiayu raised his hand, tickled her chin lightly with his fingertips, and asked her again in a low voice: "Why don't you go to sleep?"

He knew Wen Miao's work and rest time. This little girl went to bed early and woke up late, and rarely stayed up late. Her sleep time was always about ten hours a day.

Wen Miao was tickled by him, and raised her head unconsciously.

This is a movement she is all too familiar with. Usually, Shen Jiayu often teases her like this.

Like teasing a kitten.

Originally, I thought that since we hadn't seen each other for more than a year, we would be at a loss and feel a little strange to get along with him, but now Wen Miao found that he didn't seem to have changed much, he was still the familiar boy in her memory.

Wen Miao's eyes were inexplicably hot, she turned her face slightly, rubbed his palm twice habitually, then leaned forward and hugged him without the slightest hesitation.

The temperature of the air conditioner in the living room was turned on low, and Shen Jiayu's body felt cold after staying for a long time.

The unexpected action made Shen Jiayu stunned, but he quickly reacted, smiled, and gently stroked her back with his fingertips, as if to calm her emotions: "What's wrong?"

At this time, he was still worried about her emotions.

Wen Miao bit her lip, and retreated slowly, distanced herself from Shen Jiayu, moved her hands around his neck upwards, held his face with both hands, put her forehead against her forehead, and said to him seriously : "Shen Jiayu, you can be sad."

She straightened her waist and half knelt on him, in a condescending posture.

Shen Jiayu's hand was still on her waist.

She articulated her words clearly and said every sentence seriously: "In front of me, you don't have to hold on like this. I came to you just to tell you that you are not alone. No matter where you are or what you have to face, there is always something for you." I'm with you."

"I know you are afraid that I will be in danger, you want me to stay away, and you want to solve these things by yourself, but I also worry about you, I am your girlfriend, not your daughter, you know what 'girlfriend' means What is it?"

"Not hiding behind you, waiting for you to solve everything, but someone who walks into the wind and snow with you, either going to the abyss together, or turning the tide, I am not afraid of anything, the only thing I am afraid of is you Thinking for my own good, so cut me out and let me know nothing."

"Shen Jiayu, can you... understand what I mean?"

The night was deep and the light was dim. Wen Miao couldn't see the emotion in his eyes clearly, but she could feel his arms around her, gradually tightening, and the distance getting closer.

Compared with kissing, sometimes hugging can give people a sense of security and dependence.

Shen Jiayu closed his eyes, then suddenly lowered his head, buried his head in the crook of her neck, and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay, I see."

Hearing his answer, Wen Miao breathed a sigh of relief.

I thought it would take a lot of work and words. After all, Shen Jiayu's stubbornness is comparable to hers. Wen Miao even thought about it. If he doesn't cooperate, then use force to suppress him until he agrees. .

But I didn't expect him to talk so well.

Wen Miao was a little surprised.

"What do you want to hear." Shen Jiayu still put his arms around her waist, maintaining this posture without moving, and asked her softly.

Probably because he had just smoked a cigarette, his voice was hoarse and sounded a little low.

While speaking, the warm breath blowing on the skin on the side of her neck, like a feather from the sky, softly brushed over her heart.

Wen Miao's heart also softened, and she couldn't help but raised her hand to rub his hair, and then, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes.

Different from the slightly biting coolness in Shen Jiayu's eyes, his hair was unexpectedly soft to the touch. I thought it was a prickly and prickly touch before.

(End of this chapter)