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Chapter 85: The Meaning Of Teacher Wen's Words Just Now Is Not What I Understand, Is It?

Ruan Jinghong returned to her room, and her first instinct was to grab her phone and dial 110* to report the intruder to the police. However, it seemed that misfortune never comes alone. She found her phone and pressed the power button, but unfortunately, the battery had depleted completely, and the phone is shut down.

*China's emergency hotline for police 

It had been over a day since she last charged her phone.

Feeling helpless, Ruan Jinghong quickly plugged her phone into the charger and hid it under the bedding.

She wanted to find a blunt object like a stick, imitating the scenes she had seen in TV dramas. She planned to strike the intruder on the back of their head when they entered the room unsuspecting, knocking them unconscious directly.

However, as she quickly scanned the bedroom, she couldn't find a suitable substitute.

The only weapon with any potential was still in the kitchen.

Ruan Jinghong became desperate, sweat forming on her forehead. It was then that she suddenly remembered the makeshift outfit she had created using the bedding during her practice of the advertising dance yesterday.

When the intruder enters the room later, she will rush at them from behind, covering their head with the headpiece, and then use the bedsheet to restrain them.

Taking advantage of the intruder's limited perspective and restricted mobility, she will quickly grab her phone and run out of the house, locking the door behind her. This way, she will have enough time to call for help.

The plan is perfect. Just waking up and feeling weak all over, Ruan Jinghong is filled with an extraordinary sense of urgency due to the sudden crisis, giving her a surge of powerful action.

She takes out the makeshift headpiece kept in the cabinet and tears several strips of cloth from the bedsheet with her bare hands.

She stuffed the homemade doll costume into the blankets on the bed, creating the illusion that someone is still sleeping.

Ruan Jinghong clenches the headpiece and cloth strips, hiding behind the door, closely monitoring any movements outside.

Meanwhile, the aroma of porridge wafts from the kitchen as Wen Jin turns off the stove.

I wonder if the little thing has woken up by now?

Wen Jin washes her hands, takes off her apron, and hangs it on the kitchen door before heading towards the bedroom.

She arrives at the entrance of the bedroom and sees the small mound on the bed, assuming that Ruan Jinghong is still not awake.

Lazy little bug.

She doesn't want to disturb her peaceful sleep, so she enters the room with light footsteps.

But this couldn't escape the pricked ears of Ruan Jinghong who was hiding behind the door.

Ruan Jinghong listens to the footsteps growing closer, and a string in her mind tightens to its limit.

The other person lands very softly; they might be quite skilled.

Facing them directly offers no chance of winning. The opportunity for a surprise attack comes only once.

Success or failure hinges on this moment!

Ruan Jinghong gauges the approaching distance of the other person based on their shadow on the ground.

When the tall figure comes into view, she immediately jumps forward, using her hands to cover their head with the headpiece, and with the leap and the weight of her body, she topples them onto the bed.

As Wen Jin walks, she suddenly feels a darkness before her eyes, instinctively preparing to execute a shoulder throw on the person who ambushed her.

However, the familiar grunting sound from behind quickly makes her change her mind.

What mischief is the little kitten up to again?

She doesn't resist, allowing the soft body behind her to press her onto the bed.

But the next moment, her hands are bound together in a reverse grip, tightly restrained with the cloth strips.

Wen Jin tries to turn her head and tell the person on top of her to stop fooling around, but halfway through the motion, her neck tightens as well. The headpiece is securely fastened, binding her head in place.

Wen Jin deeply regretted not resisting immediately. Her neck was being strangled, making it difficult for her to breathe or even speak.

It was hard to believe that the usually soft and adorable person had some fighting capability.

Ruan Jinghong cleverly turned the hood around and put it on. The holes she had cut earlier for vision and breathing were positioned at the back of the head.

At the moment, the intruder's hands were bound, and their field of view was restricted, making it difficult for them to harm her.

She never expected that the process of subduing the intruder would go so smoothly.

As planned, she reached for the partially charged phone, intending to escape. However, the intruder hooked her legs and dragged her back onto the bed.

Ruan Jinghong quickly rolled on the bed, evading the intruder's attacks.

Luckily, the intruder's hands and eyes were both impaired at the moment, otherwise that kick to her leg would have been very dangerous.

But this roll gave her a chance to see the intruder in front of her.

Although the face was obscured, the curvaceous figure was strikingly attractive.

It's a woman.

This discovery slightly relieved Ruan Jinghong's worries: the intruder is likely after valuables rather than anything else.

At such a young age, why engage in such criminal activities like burglary? 

However, why does this woman's figure seem familiar? The scent is also quite familiar.

Wen Jin had previously trained in sound localization. Taking advantage of Ruan Jinghong's momentary distraction, she rolled over and pinned her down.

Face to face, with such proximity, the hood couldn't block the warmth of her breath falling on Ruan Jinghong's face.

This sensation was too familiar. Ruan Jinghong widened her eyes and said, 'Wen... Teacher Wen?'

Heh, so you still recognize Teacher Wen.

"If you... don't untie me, I might really... be strangled to death."

The familiar voice was still as cold and captivating, but this time, it carried a hint of weakness.

Ruan Jinghong quickly untied the tightly bound bedsheet around Wen Jin's neck and hands. When she saw the red marks on her neck, guilt overwhelmed her, and she bit her lip.

Wen Jin removed the suffocating mask from her head and opened her eyes. She saw the little thing in front of her with a sad expression, on the verge of tears.

The anger from the ambush was instantly reduced by half.

She reached out her finger and rubbed the pale lips that had been bitten white, helplessly saying: "You ambushed me and attacked so fiercely, but I didn't cry. Why are you crying?"

Seeing that Wen Jin not only didn't get angry at her but also comforted her, Ruan Jinghong felt even more guilty.

"Teacher Wen, I thought…"

"You thought what? You thought there was a thief in the house? Which thief would be so kind as to cook porridge for you in the kitchen?"

Wen Jin remembered the porridge she had been cooking in the kitchen for quite some time. She got up from the bed and said: "Let's eat first. Cry after eating."

With those words, Ruan Jinghong held back the tears that had almost fallen from her eyes.

Wen Jin cooked a simple porridge with vegetables and lean meat, considering that Ruan Jinghong hadn't eaten properly for a long time and couldn't handle anything too rich or heavy all at once.

She filled two bowls and carried them to the living room, where she saw the little thing holding a tube of ointment, looking cautious as if she had made a mistake.

"Teacher Wen, let me apply some ointment for you first."

The red mark on Wen Jin's neck looked alarming, but now that she had been released from the restraint, she could breathe fresh air and it was not a serious injury. However, she knew that if she didn't let the little thing apply the ointment, she would feel unsettled.

Wen Jin leaned back on the sofa and tilted her neck, signaling Ruan Jinghong to come closer. Ruan Jinghong felt like she had been granted a reprieve and obediently knelt on the cushion, squeezing out the ointment onto her hand and rubbing it to warm it up. She also explained cautiously.

"I just washed my hands carefully."

"Hm." Wen Jin nodded without expressing approval or disapproval. It was rare for the little thing to be so obedient and voluntarily provide service, so she intended to take full advantage of the opportunity to enjoy it.

The warm ointment was applied to the injured area on her neck, causing a slight stinging sensation at first, but it quickly turned into a smooth and comfortable feeling. Wen Jin half-closed her eyes and hummed with pleasure.

Ruan Jinghong carefully observed Wen Jin's reaction. Seeing that she didn't seem to be in pain, she continued applying the ointment and even added a gentle massage. 

Wen Jin was being served so comfortably by Ruan Jinghong that she didn't feel any discomfort. This helped alleviate some of the guilt in Ruan Jinghong's heart.

Although it was a bit embarrassing to hear the intermittent sounds Wen Jin made when she was being treated, as the one responsible for causing the injury, Ruan Jinghong had no right to complain.

Wen Jin noticed that Ruan Jinghong suddenly stopped and she turned her neck, which had been touched so comfortably. At that moment, she couldn't feel any pain at all.

Ruan Jinghong let out a sigh of relief and was about to put away the ointment. However, she saw Wen Jin extending her hands, revealing two wrists as smooth and delicate as a lamb's fat.

There is a faint red mark on the wrist, which is in much better condition than the one on the neck. After some time, the swelling would naturally subside.

However, Ruan Jinghong didn't feel that way. She only felt that she was unforgivable for letting Teacher Wen get injured in multiple places.

Ruan Jinghong squeezed out some ointment again and, just like before, held onto Wen Jin's wrist.

Wen Jin had a pair of exceptionally beautiful hands, surpassing any artist's. The knuckles were slender and well-proportioned, the skin fair and smooth. Ruan Jinghong cradled them in her palms and couldn't help but gaze at them for a moment.

Such a small action naturally didn't escape Wen Jin's eyes. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she casually said, "Ruanruan likes these hands?"

"Teacher Wen's hands are no less than any artist's," Ruan Jinghong praised sincerely while applying the ointment.

"Hmm, as long as Ruanruan likes them." Wen Jin's tone carried obvious delight and a hint of deeper meaning.

It was originally an ordinary statement, but the way Wen Jin said it made Ruan Jinghong unable to help but contemplate. As a writer in Liujang Lily District, even though she hadn't written scenes involving anything below the neck, she had read them before. 

The meaning of Teacher Wen's words just now is not what I understand, is it?

Ruan Jinghong shook her head discreetly, trying to shake off the impure thoughts that had suddenly surfaced in her mind.

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When she snapped back to reality, she realized that she had been holding onto Wen Jin's wrists for quite a while.

She quickly retracted her hands, feeling somewhat guilty, and changed the subject, "Teacher Wen, are your wrists okay now? Will it be inconvenient to hold a bowl?"

For Wen Jin, this minor injury was naturally no big deal. She had endured much worse injuries during fight scenes before. However...

"Well, it is a bit inconvenient," Wen Jin lowered her hands, looking weak and powerless.

"In that case... should I feed Teacher Wen the porridge?"

"Mm." Wen Jin didn't say much, but the expression on her face showed her strong agreement with the suggestion.

Ruan Jinghong picked up a bowl from the coffee table and used a spoon to mix the porridge, scooping up a half spoonful of rice mixed with a half spoonful of vegetables and lean meat. She gently blew on it and brought it to Wen Jin's lips.

Wen Jin looked at the little thing in front of her, so careful and attentive, as if treating her like a child.

She had never been treated this way before, even when she was truly a child.

As the porridge entered her mouth, the rice was fragrant, the vegetables refreshing, and the lean meat delicious. 

Although it was the same vegetable and lean meat porridge she had cooked many times before, this time it tasted different.

Initially, Wen Jin had only pretended to be weak in order to gain some advantage.

But in this moment, she felt as if she truly became fragile.

With each mouthful of warm porridge, she suddenly felt a slight sourness in her heart, followed by an endless sweetness.

Ruan Jinghong was meticulous in her actions and did not become impatient with the repetitive task. 

She mixed each spoonful of porridge with the meat and vegetables evenly, adjusted the temperature so it wasn't too cold or too hot, and then brought it to Wen Jin's lips.

Wen Jin cherished Ruan Jinghong's presence. Every time she is with her, she feels a genuine sense of joy. And in this moment, she was filled with an urgent desire to form a little family with her.

Before long, half a bowl of porridge had been fed. Although Wen Jin was enjoying the affectionate moment, she didn't forget that Ruan Jinghong also had an empty stomach.

Wen Jin wiped her mouth with a tissue and gently said, "I'm full. You should eat some too."

Ruan Jinghong, seeing this, didn't hesitate and reached for another bowl. She started to quickly devour the porridge, gulping it down.

A day has passed, and she is really hungry.

The porridge that Teacher Wen cooked is just too delicious!

When Ruan Jinghong ate by herself, she didn't pay much attention and quickly devoured a whole bowl of porridge.

She ran her tongue across her lips, feeling a bit unsatisfied.

So she carried the bowl and went back to the kitchen, but soon returned to the living room with a dejected look.

It's gone.

Wen Jin noticed and felt annoyed with herself for cooking too little.

She thought it wouldn't be good for someone who had just recovered from stomach troubles to eat too much, but she underestimated the little thing's appetite.

Ruan Jinghong sat on the sofa, looked at Wen Jin, and then glanced at the half bowl of porridge still on the coffee table. She felt a bit embarrassed and asked, "Teacher Wen, are you really full?"

The little thing's gaze was too eager, and Wen Jin nodded in response, "I'm full."

Upon hearing this answer, Ruan Jinghong was delighted. She picked up the remaining half bowl of porridge, grabbed her own spoon, and quickly brought it to her mouth.

And at the end, she smacked her lips and said solemnly, "Wasting food is shameful."

Author's Note:

Ruan Meow Meow's depiction of subduing a criminal is an incorrect example. When facing danger, regardless of the gender of the other person, one should not let their guard down and should try to avoid direct confrontation, seeking a safe place to report to the authorities.