put wildness in his heart

Chapter 262 Good?
The honey water was almost too cold.

Wen Miao reached out to test the temperature of the water, and it was no longer hot. She handed the water glass to Shen Jiayu, and she suddenly mentioned Chen Zhou: "I just found out today that Master Zhou is different from what I imagined."

"Why is it different?"

Shen Jiayu took two sips from the glass, always felt that the water was too sweet, and put it down when he wanted to drink a little, but saw Wen Miao staring at him without blinking, his hand paused, and he could only pick up the water glass again .

Only then did Wen Miao nodded in satisfaction, and continued, "He is also very clear-headed in the world, and he is very talented to be the director of the Women's Federation. What he said is very reasonable, and it belongs to the kind of proverb."

Shen Jiayu asked lazily, "What did you say?"

Wen Miao: "Let's just say that girls don't want to fall in love. Before getting married, you should see what your boyfriend looks like after drinking. He also said that you can't have a man who is immoral after drinking."

"Immortal after drinking?" Shen Jiayu raised his eyebrows, and finally connected the news she just said with the topic she was talking about now, "Hitting someone?"

"It's not just about beating people." Wen Miao counted with him with her fingers, "Master Zhou said there are also people who drink like crazy, who speak bad words, who take advantage of others—wait, wait, there are many."

Having said that, the topic changed again, and she rubbed his hair like petting a puppy. Wen Miao dragged out her voice and said, "It seems that you are quite obedient."

good?
Shen Jiayu slightly hooked the corners of her lips, gradually tightened the hands around her waist, slightly raised her black eyelashes, and chuckled softly: "Really."

He slightly raised his head to look at her, his eyes were straight and aggressive, his pupils were deep and bottomless, and there was a sudden and undisguised possessiveness inside, against the background of the dim and ambiguous light, it was revealed. It is a dangerous breath that cannot be suppressed.

A completely different look from his usual.

The body's alarm keenly received a signal called danger, and Wen Miao instinctively wanted to back up, but Shen Jiayu pinned down her lower back with one hand, unable to move.

Obviously she is the one condescending, but at this moment Wen Miao has the illusion that her position is upside down.

Wen Miao was suddenly a little nervous, and her breathing stopped for a moment, as if she had guessed what was going to happen next, her heart skipped a beat for no reason.

The room was already quiet, and Shen Jiayu didn't speak, so Wen Miao could almost hear the beating of her heart in her chest.

Boom, boom.

The speed is a little fast, one after another.

After a short period of silence, he finally smiled, unhooked the bow tie on her waist slowly, and stroked her back with his fingers, "Of course you're good."

With a vague breath, he said ambiguously: "Because I prefer drunken sex to drunken immorality."

……

Wen Miao woke up in pain the next day.

I don't know if it was twisted or bumped, but the part from the back of the neck to the shoulder hurts like a dislocation of bones, which abruptly woke her up from the dream.

The shoulders were a little uncomfortable two days ago, but Wen Miao didn't take it seriously, maybe because yesterday he got up early again, climbed mountains, and took a boat tour on the lake. The shoulder finally issued a belated protest.

Shen Jiayu's sleep was light, Wen Miao just moved, and he opened his eyes.

"Why did you wake up so early?" There was sleepiness in his voice, obviously not awake yet, and he rubbed against her neck habitually.

"Ah..." Wen Miao let out a wail like a wild goose's broken wings from his throat, took two breaths of cold air in his mouth, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to push him away, "No, don't hug me, my neck hurts so much .”

Shen Jiayu woke up in an instant with this wailing sound, sat up and turned on the bedside lamp, and looked down at her: "What's wrong?"

Wen Miao huddled under the quilt, and didn't dare to move, her facial features wrinkled in pain, gasped for air, frowned and said, "Neck hurts."

neck pain?
Shen Jiayu leaned over to her, put one hand lightly on the side of her neck, and pressed tentatively: "It hurts here?"

Wen Miao: "No, a little later."

Shen Jiayu put her hand back, pressed her fingertips on the line from her shoulder to the back of her neck, and pressed lightly: "Here?"

What responded to him was Wen Miao's miserable and powerless "ah".

Wen Miao tried to move, but she breathed out the pain again, it was okay to not move, and half her life would be lost if she moved, she sniffed and looked at him tearfully: "Did I have rheumatoid?" Arthritis?"

Shen Jiayu: "..."

What is this mess?

That kind of rheumatoid arthritis is not the symptom, it's probably a stiff neck.

"Is it a stiff neck?" Shen Jiayu said.

Wen Miao looked at him pitifully: "Does a stiff neck hurt so much?"

"It probably didn't hurt so much in the first place, you didn't take it seriously." Shen Jiayu raised his hand and turned on the ceiling lamp, and the room brightened instantly. Looking at the time, it was already six o'clock, and the sky was about to light up.

He put on his clothes and got out of bed, took her clothes from the balcony, and put them on the bedside: "Didn't you say that your neck was uncomfortable when you slept in the car yesterday?"

Wen Miao maintained this stiff posture without moving: "But didn't that happen yesterday?"

"Yeah." Shen Jiayu supported the back of her neck and pulled her up from the bed, "So today I have accumulated a lot."

"..."

Is this how thick and thin hair is used?

But Wen Miao was not in the mood to discuss the specific applicable context of the idiom with him. She was in such pain that she didn't even want to speak. She deeply felt what it means to "even breathe with pain", like a lifeless string Playing with him like a puppet.

After getting dressed, Shen Jiayu hugged her out of bed, Wen Miao saw his posture of going out and asked belatedly, "Why are you going?"

Shen Jia said concisely: "Go to the hospital."

"..."

She hates going to the hospital.

"No." Wen Miao wrinkled her nose and said firmly, "I don't get injections."

……inject?
Stiff neck, not a cold, what kind of injection?
In this case, it should be better to go to a Chinese medicine hospital for massage, right?

"What kind of injection is it? You have to go to rehabilitation." Shen Jiayu habitually wanted to rub her head, but seeing Wen Miao's pitifully tilted head, not daring to move, she raised her hand and put it down again "We'll go to the Chinese Medicine Hospital in a while."

Wen Miao thought for two seconds, and under the double pressure of "no injection" and "it hurts to death", she reluctantly agreed: "That's fine."

"It's too early, the hospital hasn't opened yet." Shen Jiayu turned on the light in the bathroom, "Go wash up first, I'll make breakfast, and I'll go after dinner."

Wen Miao let out a listless "Oh", and floated into the bathroom stiffly like a tree with a crooked neck.

(End of this chapter)