Chapter 49 Cuscuta Flower

Ming Zhao was quite dissatisfied with his cold and perfunctory attitude. She climbed off him angrily to express her strong protest.

Zhou Tingyun withdrew his gaze and ignored her. He just opened the sleeping bag and then took off his coat neatly.

He was tall and straight, unlike the thin boys of her age. After taking off his coat, the hormones of a mature man were more aggressive.

A sentence suddenly appeared in Mingzhao's mind.

[Dumplings should be eaten hot, and men should play with strong ones]

Zhou Tingyunmin noticed the gaze lingering on her, turned to look at her, and said in a low voice: "Why don't you go back to bed?"

Ming Zhao came back to his senses and immediately put on a pitiful look, "If I go back now, I'll disturb them."

Zhou Tingyun: "So?"

"I'd like to ask my brother to take me in for one night." She raised her hand.

The man's expression was calm, except for his pair of deep, unfathomable eyes, which stared at her for a moment.

"Okay." He said calmly.

Ming Zhao had already made plans to fight back and forth for a few rounds, but this failure left him a little confused.

What's wrong with him lately? Has he suddenly become enlightened?

She was still in a daze when she took the sleeping bag Zhou Tingyun handed her.

There was a warm light in the tent, gently enveloping the entire space. Ming Zhao took off his cotton jacket and quickly huddled into his thick sleeping bag before being attacked by the cold air.

Then, it rolled over to Zhou Tingyun's sleeping bag and tried to stick close to him, like a large, wriggling caterpillar.

I quietly cast my gaze towards his profile. His superior features looked particularly handsome under the outline of light and shadow, without any of his cold and aloof arrogance.

"Brother." Ming Zhao suddenly spoke, his voice soft and naive. "My hands are cold."

When Zhou Tingyun opened his eyes, he saw her hand extended to him. Her slender white fingertips were soft and smooth, like a handful of fresh snow, which would melt with a slight touch.

He took her hand and wrapped it in it.

Not long after, rustling sounds were heard again nearby. Zhou Tingyun remained silent and waited quietly.

With a "click", the zipper of his sleeping bag was opened, and the crisp sound was particularly clear in the silent space.

The next second, a soft thing arched its way in.

The sweet fragrance instantly filled the tip of the nose.

Before he could speak, the girl hugged his waist, raised her little face, and said pitifully, "It's cold."

The two of them were now in the same sleeping bag, their bodies pressed so tightly together that there was hardly any gap.

Zhou Tingyun paused for a moment, then raised his arms and hugged her.

His warm palm rested against the back of her slightly cold neck, blocking the wind from coming in through the zipper.

The mellow and steady woody scent lingered around her nose. The man's higher body temperature was a natural heater for her, and she soon felt warm.

This is the first time they have slept in the same bed in nine years.

Young children are always afraid of the dark and dare not sleep alone. They often crawl into their brother's bed and will not close their eyes unless he holds them.

Later, when she was eleven or twelve years old, Zhou Tingyun asked her to sleep in a separate room. She cried and made a fuss for a long time, but failed to change his mind.

Outside the tent, the wind was blowing fiercely and the cold was biting, making a whistling sound that separated the two worlds.

Ming Zhao hid in the warm and reliable embrace of his childhood, resting his head on his strong arms, burying his face in the crook of his neck and rubbing it, his nose filled with the reassuring and pleasant smell.

Zhou Tingyun held her in his arms, his other hand around her back, tightening it, his chin resting lightly on the top of her furry head.

A very intimate posture, as if they were an inseparable whole.

In the darkness, she heard his steady breathing, but couldn't tell whose heartbeat it was.

After a while, Ming Zhao moved quietly and slowly wrapped his legs around it.

Seeing that he didn't respond, I looked up.

Zhou Tingyun had his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

Ming Zhao frowned, feeling unhappy. He felt that his charm was always greatly reduced in front of him.

How could anyone fall asleep while holding such a beautiful and lovely girl in his arms?

She puffed up her cheeks in anger, glared at him dryly for a moment, then simply closed her eyes and went to sleep.

The warm body temperature and familiar fragrance quickly made her sleepy, like gentle waves, wave after wave, gradually bringing her into a soft dream.

Hearing her gradually shallow breathing, the man slowly opened his eyes.

Her long, smooth hair spread out, emitting a faint fragrance. Only half of her face was revealed, showing her cherry lips, beautiful nose, and snow-white cheeks flushed with light pink. Her moist and soft breath fanned the side of his neck.

He lowered his head and kissed her forehead gently.

A drop of water falls into the lake of the heart, creating ripples.

Her eyelashes trembled and her fingertips clenched imperceptibly.

…

When they went down the mountain the next day, Ming Zhao left Zhou Tingyun aside again and just talked and laughed with Lin Muqing.

After reaching the foot of the mountain and resting in the hotel, he even wanted to get in Lin Muqing's car.

She was full of concern and said to Zhou Tingyun very considerately, "Brother, you still have to go to the company later. I'll take Brother Mu Qing's car back."

Shallow dimples appeared and disappeared on both sides of her rosy cheeks, and she looked expectant and happy, as if she couldn't wait to fly to Lin Muqing.

Zhou Tingyun heard this and stared at her coldly, "Come up."

The slightly deep voice carried an unquestionable tone.

She opened her mouth and tried to say something, but was interrupted.

"Ming Zhao, don't make me say it a second time."

So fierce.

Ming Zhao blinked, said goodbye to Lin Mucheng with regret, then slowly opened the car door and got in.

The space in the back row was spacious. She sat next to Zhou Tingyun, with a little distance between them.

Not long after the car drove out, she tentatively and carefully moved over and gently leaned her cheek against his shoulder, as if she was extremely dependent on him for a kiss.

"Brother, are you angry?" Ming Zhao asked softly, with a hint of caution in his voice.

Zhou Tingyun lowered his eyes and looked at her without saying a word.

She pursed her lips slightly, looking completely ignorant and fearless, raised her hands to hold him, and repeated her old tricks, slowly and bit by bit climbing onto him and sitting down.

"elder brother?"

Like the delicate and fragile dodder flower, its warm breath carries a mist-like fragrance.

They cling closely to him, absorb his nutrients to grow, but want to give the sweet fruits to others.

He stared at her for a long moment, then slowly reached out and gently grasped her chin, caressing the corners of her lips with his fingertips.

"Zhao Zhao."

His dark eyes fell on the soft, rosy lips, and he spoke softly.

"Want to know how this got swollen last time?"

Ming Zhao's heart was beating fast, but he still looked innocent and said "Hmm?" with a slightly puzzled look.

He exerted a little force in his hands.

The girl's face was delicate and small, and his hand could easily cover most of her face, forcing her to sob and cry in his palm, and lean back to reveal her fragile white neck, which was marked with marks that belonged only to him.

Her watery eyes were crystal clear and fragile, with a red patch at the corners, allowing him to take what he wanted.