To my favorite Wen Liang

Chapter 33 Dry Wood and Fire

She wants to resist.

Want it every time.

As a result, in the end, it was always time and time again, stuck in the vortex he gave and unable to get out.

Just when Wen Liang resigned to his fate and didn't intend to fight any more, he stopped suddenly.

"Don't run away again."

Wen Liang, who was about to escape from Huo Dongming's embrace, froze instantly, his slightly hoarse voice concealed a hint of warning, but it was charmingly tight, causing her ears to be instantly entangled with a layer of light pink, Nails dug deep into palms.

He took deep breaths again and again, but couldn't calm down: "I...I, I don't want to escape."

"I don't know you yet?" His tone was clear and indifferent, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

With a big palm, Wen Liang was easily hugged into his arms, and couldn't help but let out a soft cry: "Huo Dongming!"

"Here, don't move."

Instinctively, Wen Liang wanted to refute and leave, but the man had already turned around and went back to cook, without any further action.

So, he wants her to sit here and watch him cook?
Huo Dongming's thoughts are hard to guess, and coupled with the current situation, it seems that it is really safer for her to move around than not to come, so she simply sits quietly on the cabinet, anyway, if she doesn't cook, it's not a loss.

After half an hour, all the dishes were out of the pan.

Stir-fried bean sprouts, Kung Pao chicken, steamed bream and seaweed egg soup, plus the first made Coke chicken wings, this meal is really rich enough, Wen Liang thought.

"Come down and eat."

"Oh."

The two sat face to face, eating without saying a word.

Several times, Wen Liang felt that Huo Dongming was always looking at him, but he didn't have the courage to raise his head. Instead, he lowered his head even lower, and took a mouthful of rice.

Because the wound has not been treated, it is very inconvenient to hold the chopsticks to pick up vegetables, and the fingers turn red a few times.

"Snapped--"

There was a sudden noise from the opposite side, which startled Wen Liang. She, who didn't dare to look up, couldn't help raising her head to look at him. There was something secret in those indifferent eyes. Due to the backlight, there seemed to be something in his eyes. There was a gleam of brightness—a dim light that she couldn't see clearly.

He got up unhurriedly and walked towards the kitchen gracefully.

Wen Liang, who was so frightened by him, blinked, biting the corners of his lips with a pale face, not daring to move.

Compared with his dignified and elegant behavior, she looked like a clown in a mess, and she didn't even have the strength to raise her hand to eat.

Just when she was weak and couldn't lift her hand, the man turned back at some point, half leaned against the table, held her hand and picked it up, and wiped off the sweat from her fingertips with an alcohol cotton ball. bloody.

Then, another layer of iodine was added.

Finally, he took out the band-aid, pressed the adhesive tape on one side lightly with his thin lips, waited until the other side was torn off, and then took it off and pasted it on her fingertips, helping her to wrap it neatly.

I don't know if it was hurt by the wound, or this scene was too warm, tears gradually filled the warm and cool eyes, turned into solid water droplets, and slid down the cheeks one by one.

Passed the corner of the mouth, a bit bitter.

"Is it still hurting?" In his cold tone, a touch of worry and pity was rarely added.

"..." She shook her head speechlessly, because his movements were so gentle that she thought she had returned to four years ago in the blink of an eye.

just.

The more he couldn't speak, the more turbulent the tears flowed.

As if she wanted to confide all her grievances, warm tears kept streaming down her face, she had dimples when she smiled, and when she cried, there were slight depressions on both sides of her cheeks, and the way she pursed her lips was pitiful and tight .

Huo Dongming's eyes became darker and darker, he leaned over her little face little by little, his cold and dark eyes were gradually swallowed by a nameless burning fire.

Tears were swept away by his lips, and the slightly bitter taste spread between their lips.

The moment the temperature stopped on his eyes, Wen Liang couldn't help trembling. After shaking his body, he subconsciously raised his arms to embrace him, leaning his forehead against his neck: "Huo Dongming... I'm so tired."

"Okay, take you to sleep."

His voice is hoarse and sticky, and each word is particularly long, secretly enduring the feelings of being provoked by her.

Wen Liang liked his voice, and the cool smell on his body, so she unconsciously burrowed into his arms.

After a whole day's work, shopping and dealing with Tang Xinran, she was already tired and wanted to rest when she returned home, but she didn't expect that he would come to her place.

She didn't understand what he meant.

Obviously he is the one who is going to get married, why does he provoke her again and again?

At the apex of the heart, there is a dull feeling.

Suddenly, her waist sank, and she was hugged to the bed by him, meeting his starry eyes, and tears burst out of her eyes again somehow.

"It still hurts?" He thought it was her wound that hadn't been treated well, his brows were slightly frowned, and he wiped away her tears with his long fingers.

"No more, just a little sad." Her voice was as thin as a mosquito moan.

is it?

Wen Liang, you know how sad you are.

You won't, more sad than me!
The rush of male hormones is a special smell.

It's like the freshness of lemon, or the hotness of Baccard, or maybe it's refreshing but stimulating like mint.

Tears from the corners of his eyes slid onto the pillow, soaking it all up.

(End of this chapter)