Chapter 9: Am I the first girl to hold your hand?

"Hmm..." Lu Beiye let out a low groan from his throat, his brows were tightly wrinkled, and his body was unconsciously tense.

Wenjiu blinked, realized himself, and hurriedly climbed up from Lu Beiye's legs that were under him.

Oh my God!

This is so embarrassing!

It’s true that she wanted to take advantage, but she hasn’t had time to find an opportunity yet!

"Hehe..." Wenjiu blushed, "Do you want to go to the bathroom to check it out?

"Shut up!" She was interrupted by Lu Beiye's sharp voice before she could finish her words.

Lu Beiye fled again.

How can this woman be so shameless!

How dare you say such shameful words?

Wenjiu wiped his feet with a towel awkwardly, turned around and lay back on the bed, chewing a peach while looking anxiously towards the door.

It was half an hour later when Lu Beiye came back.

There were still water droplets on his face, his perfect jaw was tense, and his chest was wet with water, sticking tightly to his skin, revealing his strong muscle contours, which was very tempting.

But Wenjiu didn't dare to look at it recklessly.

After all, their relationship had just eased, and it would be disadvantageous if she revealed her lustful nature too early.

"Is it... okay?" Wenjiu carefully considered his words.

She thought she had been very reserved, but Lu Beiye's face still turned dark and his earlobes turned red as if blood was dripping out.

He whispered, "Shut up!"

There are only two people here, where did it come from?

It's pretty obvious what it means.

Wen Jiu said unhappily, "Is it not possible for me to care about you? Don't you have anything else to say except shut up?"

"sleep!"

"Do you still have the consciousness of a patient? The doctor asked you to have a good rest."

After Lu Beiye finished speaking, he turned off the lights and lay down on another bed. Liang Cui and Wen Jiu both stayed in single rooms, which made it convenient for Lu Beiye and Lu Hongjun to accompany them for rest and care.

The ward became very quiet, and Wenjiu closed his eyes and began to feel sleepy.

They were both very tired. Wenjiu was so scared that he couldn't sleep in the car the night before, and he was so frightened in the hospital last night that he didn't sleep a wink. Lu Beiye ran home overnight last night, and when he knew his mother was in the hospital, he ran to the hospital again, running back and forth.

Hearing the sound of even breathing coming from the side, Lu Beiye got up quietly, pulled the curtains and then lay back down to sleep.

She was sleeping with warm wine in the middle of the night when she suddenly felt cold. She seemed to hear the sound of birds in a daze. The sound was particularly sad, mixed with footsteps, and right above her head, walking back and forth. The sound was particularly clear, and she was instantly frightened and shrank into the quilt, shivering.

It was hot in the summer, and she buried herself in the quilt, which was airtight, so she soon became sweaty.

The double combination of fear and irritability made Wen Jiu feel a little suffocated.

"Lu Beiye... Lu Beiye..."

"There's a ghost... Save me... I'm scared..."

Lu Beiye was a light sleeper to begin with, and he woke up when he heard Wenjiu's crying voice. He walked to Wenjiu's bedside and asked, "Wenjiu, did you have a nightmare?"

Wen Jiu choked up and said, "I wasn't dreaming, there really was a ghost. I heard it walking around my bedside, its footsteps were heavy, and it might be looking at me!"

Lu Beiye: ...

Now it seems that it is him who is looking at her.

Is he a ghost?

Lu Beiye turned around and turned on the light, then pulled back the quilt and pulled out the warm wine. "Don't be afraid, there's no ghost. I turned on the light, open your eyes and take a look."

Wenjiu felt the light and opened her eyes tremblingly. When she saw Lu Beiye standing in front of her, all her fear and panic seemed to reach a critical point in an instant. She hugged Lu Beiye's waist and tears flowed down her face.

Her tears were so hot that they penetrated through the thin clothes and reached Lu Beiye's skin, as if they could burn Lu Beiye's skin.

Lu Beiye originally wanted to push her away, but at this moment he couldn't bear it. He raised his arm and patted Wenjiu's back stiffly to comfort her.

"Don't cry, there are no ghosts in the world."

His waist was very strong, and he had a faint smell of tobacco and sweat. It wasn't pleasant, but it was very real and gave me a sense of security.

Breathing in his scent, Wenjiu's fear was quickly calmed down.

Feeling that Wenjiu had stopped crying, Lu Beiye pushed her away and said seriously: "If you are scared, sleep with the light on."

Wen Jiu looked up at Lu Beiye and said, "But I can't sleep with the light on."

Her clothes and hair were messy, which made her red face look even more pitiful. Her eyes were wet, with crystal dewdrops reflected in them. Her voice was a little hoarse from crying just now, and she sounded delicate and soft, as if she was acting coquettishly.

From Lu Beiye's perspective, he could just see the deep dependence in Liao Wenjiu's eyes.

Lu Beiye pursed his lips, his eyes deep.

"Go to sleep! I'll stay here with you, and I'll go back to sleep after you fall asleep." As he spoke, he stood up and turned off the lights, then came back and pulled a chair to sit down beside the bed where the wine was warming.

Wenjiu immediately lay down happily. She felt that Lu Beiye didn't dislike her that much, otherwise why would he take the initiative to offer to accompany her?

If she wanted to do something...

He wouldn't refuse, right?

She turned to look at Lu Beiye and said in a tender voice: "Lu Beiye, can I hold your hand? I'm still a little scared..."

Lu Beiye remembered that Wen Jiu had just cried and soaked his clothes, so he didn't refuse and stretched out his hand, "Pull it!"

"Thank you." Wen Jiu suppressed his smile and put his hand into Lu Beiye's hand.

The two people shook hands.

The ward was very quiet and dark. Neither of them could see each other's expressions. The deep night blocked their burning gazes.

Lu Beiye's hands were big and shaved. His fingers were cool, but his palms were warm and slightly moist.

Wenjiu blinked and asked knowingly, "Lu Beiye, why are your hands sweating?"

"I'm not used to holding hands with people."

"Don't talk, go to sleep."

Lu Beiye's voice was flat, but Wen Jiu guessed that his ears must have turned red.

"I have one last question. If you answer it, I will go to sleep immediately."

"You say."

Wen Jiu asked expectantly, "Am I the first girl to hold your hand?"

Since he is not used to holding hands with others, it proves that he rarely holds hands with others, so this is very possible.

Lu Beiye replied: “Yes.”

There were not many girls in school when he was studying. Later he joined the army where everyone was of the same sex. Although some people wanted to introduce him to a partner and some female soldiers from the art troupe wrote to him to express their love, he never had any contact with them.

After hearing this, Wenjiu chuckled twice, fulfilled his promise to Lu Beiye, closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Her laughter was very light, and it floated into Lu Beiye's heart like a feather, lingering in his heart and making him feel uncomfortable all over, with his Adam's apple rolling.