Jiang Ci had absolutely no chance to dodge.
Just as she was stunned, someone shoved her with tremendous force—
Of course, that push did not get her out of danger.
Otherwise, she wouldn't be here.
The tightening force in her waist and back grew stronger, and heat kept escaping from her neck. Jiang Ci snapped out of her hazy thoughts.
If the car had hit her and tried to push her away, the person who saved her was Zhou Mingli.
Isn't what he's saying now just another form of post-traumatic stress?
That time, he couldn't save her.
My throat feels dry, as if something is stuck in it.
Jiang Ci closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and gently scratched the hand that was holding his head.
“Zhou Mingli…”
Her voice sounded slightly husky, as if carrying a sense of compromise and an imperceptible gentleness.
"Okay, I'm really fine."
"I won't put myself in danger again, okay?"
Zhou Mingli lifted his head from her neck and looked at her.
The room was dimly lit, and Jiang Ci could clearly see the scarlet at the corners of his eyes.
Jiang Ci brushed her fingers across the corner of his eye, making the redness even more noticeable. She stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips.
She didn't need to put in any effort; her tongue merely touched Zhou Mingli's lips, and he opened himself wide, revealing everything to Jiang Ci.
Deep contact and intimate sweetness are enough to soothe the soul.
Zhou Mingli was filled with anxiety, the tragedy flashing before his eyes countless times. He would even wake up at night from nightmares of the heart-wrenching, soul-crushing disaster, and then stare at Jiang Ci all night, placing his hand on her chest, feeling her heartbeat and the rise and fall of her chest, only then could he calm his restless heart.
His breathing gradually calmed down, but a fierce glint appeared in his eyes.
Jiang Ci sensed his emotions, and after letting go of him, she met his eyes again.
"you……"
He had barely finished speaking when he leaned down and kissed her again. Unlike Jiang Ci's soothing wet kiss, Zhou Mingli's kiss was quite fierce, like a wolf biting its prey, relentlessly thrusting and ramming, as if he wanted to devour her whole.
Jiang Ci's breathing became somewhat disordered, and her hands gradually lost strength, but Zhou Mingli held them and helped her put them on his shoulders.
The intense kiss lasted so long that it took away her breath, leaving Jiang Ci breathless. She pushed Zhou Mingli away, feeling suffocated, before he slowly released her.
"Baby...breathe slowly."
His voice was moist and hoarse.
He patiently stroked her back to help her catch her breath, affectionately nuzzled her nose against hers, and his lips landed on Jiang Ci's lips.
Jiang Ci's rapid breathing continued for half a minute, her fingers clutching his collar. Once she calmed down, she heard Zhou Mingli ask, "How are you feeling?"
"What?" She was still caught up in the intense pleasure of the kiss and didn't understand what he meant.
Zhou Mingli didn't answer, but kissed her lips again.
Jiang Ci: "..."
...
Zhou Mingli really, really loves kissing.
Even while sweating profusely and listening to her broken cries, I must swallow her sobs and let her respond to me in her most extreme moments.
Jiang Ci couldn't tell whether he was suffering from post-traumatic stress and had to vent in this way. At only twenty-three years old, his inexhaustible strength and energy had worn him down to the point of near death.
Just when he thought it was about to end, Zhou Mingli paused for a moment, then started again.
Jiang Ci gritted her teeth, "Are you ever going to stop?"
Zhou Mingli replied to her, "Soon."
Jiang Ci: "..."
Damn it.
He wasn't saying he was almost there.
She's almost here again.
When it was all over, they changed the sheets again.
Zhou Mingli helped Jiang Ci take a bath, wrapped her in a quilt, and then went to change the sheets.
Fortunately, he had bought extra bedding when they went shopping earlier.
They now have three sheets to take turns washing.
But winters in Beijing are quite cold, and if you don't shake off the moisture, the clothes might freeze solid if you take them out to dry.
Still have to be cautious.
After Zhou Mingli finished changing, he went to the next room and picked up Jiang Ci, who was sleeping with the two little ones, and carried her back to their bedroom.
Jiang Ci refused, saying, "Go back to sleep by yourself. I'll sleep with the two children."
Zhou Mingli: "..."
To prove the truth of her words, Jiang Ci even burrowed deeper into the blankets.
Zhou Mingli paused for a moment, then said, "Are the two children warmer than me?"
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