Chapter 64 Chapter 64 Who is kissing you?

The winter in Tongcheng was somewhat long, but not as cold as that in Jinling. The blowing frost and snow were mixed with the fragrance of plum blossom cakes. Wu Jingxun gradually came back to his senses and stared at the vase of flowers on the table in the room in a daze.

Pick plum blossoms to send off.

Pei Huaiguang came suddenly yesterday, and it was already late at night. Wu Jingxun didn't even know he had been there. It was not until this morning when he saw the plum blossoms in the porcelain vase and heard Aunt Zhou mention it that he realized he had been there last night.

"The poet is able to see the flowers left without an owner, hoping to see them return before they fall." Wu Jingxun recited this line of poetry in a low voice. After she finished speaking, she felt that the artistic conception of the poem did not match her current relationship with Pei Huaiguang.

The thought of him filled Wu Jingxun's heart with confusion. Previously, she'd been able to distract herself with her work at the shop, keeping herself too busy to dwell on their entanglement. But now, whenever she had some free time, that pale, handsome face would inevitably creep into her mind.

Such a deep and stubborn look. Wu Jingxun subconsciously wanted to escape.

But when she was alone, she often thought of those glass-like eyes.

Today was a day off, so they didn't have to open the shop. Cuiping wanted to help Wu Jingxun share more of the work. Whenever she had free time, she would go to the kitchen and learn how to stew sweet soup and make cakes with Aunt Zhou. She had just made a bowl of rice dumplings made with fermented glutinous rice wine, and brought it over to Wu Jingxun to try. She saw her sitting on the bed, her hands wrapped around her knees, her eyelashes drooping, and she didn't know what she was thinking about. The melancholy that lingered around her was accompanied by the coolness that had accumulated outside the window.

Cuiping put the porcelain bowl on the table beside her. The sound startled Wu Jingxun. She saw Cuiping and smiled gently.

Cuiping didn't want to see her so worried, so she bravely took her hand. Sure enough, it was as cold as ice. She frowned and said seriously, "My lady, if you don't like the life you have now, why don't we run away?"

Having been able to escape from Jinling once, they can also leave Tongcheng behind and leave again.

Wu Jingxun was stunned.

Cuiping made sure that no one was eavesdropping outside the door before she carefully told him her plan.

She even remembered exactly what time Aunt Zhou went to buy groceries every day and that she would be back within an incense stick of time.

Wu Jingxun held her hand, shook his head, and said in Cuiping's lost eyes: "I did give in to the status quo before, but..."

As soon as Wu Jingxun uttered this word representing a turning point, he was shocked.

Why did she subconsciously find excuses for not running away again?

Cuiping was still looking at her in confusion.

Wu Jingxun calmed himself down and whispered, "Perhaps I can no longer bear any worse."

What is Pei Huaiguang thinking now? Is he going to take revenge on her, make her his appendage, and live her whole life as his mistress without seeing the light of day... She has no idea about all of this.

If she was caught by him again, before his knife could even begin to fall, Wu Jingxun thought, she would probably be pushed to her limit.

"It won't get any harder than it already is. So be it."

Cuiping pursed her lips and let her gently wipe away the tears that were falling from her face. Looking at the soft and beautiful eyes of the girl in front of her, Cuiping felt aggrieved and angry. The lady was so nice - such a nice person, and she felt so uncomfortable, but she still had to patiently coax her and wipe away her tears.

She is the one who should be cared for.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Wu Jingxun paused.

"It's me."

The voice was a little hoarse, no longer as clear as before.

Cuiping had complicated feelings towards Pei Huaiguang. Now she was even more afraid and disgusted. When she heard that it was him, she subconsciously wanted to get up and open the door, but her hand was gently held down by another soft and cool hand.

"I'll go."

Wu Jingxun gathered the small jacket on her shoulders, walked over and opened the door. Bright sunlight poured in. The young man stood there, his figure and face a little blurred by the backlight, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

She did not turn away to avoid him, but gently met his gaze.

"Have you eaten yet? Are you hungry?"

It was already February, and there was occasional snow. Some frost and snow fell on Pei Huaiguang's shoulders. Wu Jingxun stood on tiptoe and gently brushed off the snow for him with a handkerchief.

Her movements were as gentle as her voice, so gentle that Pei Huaiguang felt almost empty.

He thought he was still dreaming. No, he didn't even dare to imagine such a scene in his dreams.

Wu Jingxun was puzzled after not getting an answer from him for a long time, and her eyelashes trembled slightly. Just when her eyes were sore and she wanted to look away, Pei Huaiguang said in a hoarse voice: "...I'm a little hungry. I didn't eat all the way."

Cuiping heard this in the house and rubbed her arms subconsciously.

This moody and violent person actually said something that seemed like a sign of weakness or a coquettish expression...

Hearing his response, Wu Jingxun was stunned for a moment, then stepped aside to let him in. "...I just happen to have a bowl of rice dumplings with fermented rice wine. Would you like some? I'll heat them up for you."

The light and shadow floated, and the small red mole on her earlobe was stunningly bright in Pei Huaiguang's eyes.

He hummed, held her hand, and felt the softness tremble under his palm. He held her hand tighter with an expressionless face, until their fingers were intertwined, and he did not let go.

Cuiping stood there awkwardly. Wu Jingxun gently asked her to go out and told her to tell Aunt Zhou to prepare more food later.

Cuiping nodded, and her eyes filled with worry swept across Wu Jingxun. Then she felt a cold gaze sweeping across her body. She was subconsciously a little scared, and walked out of the room with stiff hands and feet.

The fermented glutinous rice balls in the bowl still exude a sweet aroma.

Wu Jingxun pushed the bowl towards him: "Eat it."

Pei Huaiguang remembered the wine-fermented dumplings that Pei Jinguang had taken him to eat. They were made with a lot of brown sugar and were extremely sweet.

He has always hated sweet things.

But she liked it and even opened a pastry shop.

Is she using those things to remember her late husband?

Wu Jingxun didn't understand how he could eat something as soft as fermented rice dumplings with such gritted teeth?

Pei Huaiguang swallowed with an expressionless face. After a bowl of sweet and fragrant rice dumplings was finished, Wu Jingxun poured him a cup of tea. "If you don't like sweet things, you can tell me."

He almost wanted to put the words "hard to swallow" openly.

Pei Huaiguang was silent.

Wu Jingxun was almost getting used to his taciturn nature, but then she heard him say, "But you like it very much." Her deceased husband, his brother who died young, also liked it.

Pei Huaiguang didn't want to mention that name, and he didn't dare to ask her if it was because he loved her so much.

Wu Jingxun was speechless for a moment. He didn't understand what he was so upset about.

Seeing the hint of confusion between her drooping eyebrows, Pei Huaiguang's throat rolled slightly.

The table between the two of them was suddenly pushed open.

Wu Jingxun subconsciously raised her head, and felt a weight on her waist. She subconsciously let out a light cry, but it was all swallowed into the mouth in the next moment.

It was an extremely passionate kiss.

His breath on her face was so bright and hot that it almost melted her.

Wu Jingxun stiffly endured the unfamiliar surge.

Pei Huaiguang held her waist tightly, noticing her tenseness, and kissed her soft and delicate cheek from time to time with his lips and teeth, pinching her slender white neck and signaling her to breathe.

"It's really not worth dying like this." He was even laughing, and the low laughter fell into her ears, and the little mole turned a bright red.

The only sounds left in the room were the intertwined breathing of the two people and the gradually growing sound of water stains.

Wu Jingxun closed her eyes and refused to open them to look at him no matter how reckless he was.

Pei Huaiguang's movements were slightly heavy.

"Who is kissing you?" He pinched her neck, which was slender, soft, white, and so fragile.

"Who do you take me for?"

The coldness in his tone was too obvious. Wu Jingxun suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him in disbelief.

"If you mind my past, you shouldn't have come." She tried to push him away, but failed. Instead, he hugged her tighter.

His body was still warm, and strange tides surged in and out of him, but Wu Jingxun felt a little cold.

Facing Pei Huaiguang's sullen gaze, Wu Jingxun swallowed the bitterness in his throat and continued, "But you can rest assured, I won't think of him at a time like this."

For some tacit understanding, neither of them mentioned the man's name.

Those who are still in the world have their own entanglements and sins, and Wu Jingxun does not want to disturb Pei Jinguang's peace.

If they meet in the underworld in the future, how will Pei Jinguang look at her when he knows all this?

Wu Jingxun was distracted for a moment.

Her trance caught Pei Huaiguang's eyes and immediately changed its meaning.

The heavy kiss dragged her back into the surge that had just made her feel panic.

Wu Jingxun didn't want to see the emotions that might be revealed in Pei Huaiguang's eyes. Just as she was about to close her eyes, he pinched the back of her neck lightly.

"Open your eyes and look at me."

His tone was cold, but his breath was hot. Wu Jingxun was caught between ice and fire, struggling to stay awake.

Tears rolled down her eyes.

The tide of emotions that trapped her seemed to be frozen for a moment.

"... Is it so unbearable for you to be close to me?" Pei Huaiguang kissed away the tears, his tone inexplicable.

Wu Jingxun shook his head silently.

She was really a little afraid of him.

"I'm a little sleepy. Let's not talk about this anymore, okay?" Wu Jingxun gritted her teeth and took the initiative to throw herself into his arms, wrapping her arms around his waist.

Pei Huaiguang lowered his eyes and looked at her eyelashes that were trembling with anxiety. After a long silence, he replied "OK".

Wu Jingxun originally just wanted to change the subject, but when she was held by Pei Huaiguang and lay down, the warmth coming from her side was more effective than ten hot water bottles. She subconsciously closed her eyes and soon fell asleep.

Realizing that the person in his arms was really asleep, Pei Huaiguang raised his hand and touched her cheek, which was faintly flushed, and the fatigue in his body slowly dissipated at this moment.

He had never experienced such a peaceful, even happy, moment.

Pei Huaiguang was even reluctant to fall asleep.

The hard work of the past few days came to him like a tide, and the sound of his lover's quiet and continuous breathing was in his ears. Pei Huaiguang slowly closed his eyes, hugged the warm person in his arms tighter, and fell into a deep sleep.

…

Wu Jingxun woke up first.

After a moment of confusion, she realized that the two of them were sleeping in a posture that was too intimate. She blushed belatedly and tried to get off the bed quietly. As soon as she moved, she saw Pei Huaiguang's eyelids slightly open, as if he was about to wake up.

Wu Jingxun's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously placed her fingers on his eyes.

"Go back to sleep, I won't leave."

Pei Huaiguang was only subconsciously alert just now, but his tense nerves slowly relaxed as she soothed him with her soft voice, and he fell asleep again.

Wu Jingxun breathed a sigh of relief and became more careful.

Seeing her leave the house, Cuiping hurried over and was about to speak when she heard a knock on the door.

Wu Jingxun frowned. She didn't really want to face Pei Huaiguang when he was awake.

She motioned Cuiping not to move and went to open the door.

The gate slowly opened, and she saw the figure standing outside the door. What flashed through her mind was neither fear nor anger.

Perhaps she had already guessed that this day would come, and when it really happened, she was unexpectedly calm.

"What's up?"

Seeing his long-dead sister now standing in front of him alive, even her eyes and tone were so calm, Wu Xucong found it hard to accept it.

"Banpan, since you are alive and well, why don't you write to us? Do you know how worried I am about you?"

Before he could finish the rest of the words, Wu Xucong saw his sister being gently embraced from behind.

When he saw the man's face clearly, Wuxucong widened his eyes in shock.

How could it be him?!