Chapter 142 "Can I just hug you for a little while?"
evening.
Shi Yiqiao brought over two cups of milk tea and handed one to Lu Zhenyu, who was sitting under an umbrella watching the heavy snowfall.
"You've been sitting here in a daze for ages. What are you thinking about, or have you remembered something?"
The milk tea warmed her hands and cooled them. Lu Zhenyu looked at the rising steam from the cup and a bitter smile appeared on her lips. "It's because I can't remember anything that I'm sitting here in a daze."
Shi Yiqiao plopped down next to her. "If you can't remember, you can ask me. I'll tell you anything I know."
Seeing the somewhat suspicious look in Shanglu Zhenyu's eyes, she raised an eyebrow, "Don't worry, I won't be like them, only saying the good things and hiding the bad ones."
The piping hot milk tea exuded a rich taro aroma, but Lu Zhenyu put it back on the wooden table.
She stood up. "This isn't enough. I'll go get some more wine. Wait here."
Shi Yiqiao: "I can't leave the scene tonight because I've been drinking."
"Otherwise, you won't be able to get out either."
Looking at the snow that was almost knee-deep, Shi Yiqiao sighed, "Alright, then take more. We'll drink until we drop tonight!"
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The snow fell heavier as night deepened.
When Lu Zhenyu waded through knee-deep snow to the barracks, Shen Jingsi was gesturing as he pulled out needles from himself.
The large hand, which was about to pull the needle out completely, was stopped by a small hand reaching out from behind.
"I'll help you."
Lu Zhenyu first put the dinner on the stove next to her, then turned around and squatted down in front of the man. She took the hand that had been injected with the needle and patiently tore off the tape strip by strip.
"Does the wound still hurt?"
The two haven't spoken since that shot that afternoon.
He had been quiet all night, and he seemed to have lost his temper by now, but he didn't reply to her.
Lu Zhenyu removed the needle swiftly and deftly, her cool fingertips pressing against the puncture site. She lifted the eyelid to look inside, asking, "Would you like something to eat? We have porridge and noodles, which would you like?"
When exhaling, a distinct aroma of alcohol wafts from the lips and teeth, mixed with the sweetness of taro and the nicotine flavor of chocolate.
Just like her tone, it was gently and softly sprayed on Shen Jingsi's face.
Seeing that the person was just staring at her without saying a word, Lu Zhenyu tilted her head and blinked her misty fox eyes. "What? Are you still angry with me?"
Still not saying anything.
"Okay." She raised an eyebrow, feeling that the puncture site should have stopped bleeding, and let go of her hand. "I won't force you if you don't want to talk about it. I've served you some of each dish for dinner. Pick what you like and eat it while it's hot."
As Lu Zhenyu spoke, she stood up, tiptoed, and removed the IV drip from her head in preparation for leaving.
Just as he turned around, a long arm wrapped around his waist, and Shen Jingsi, who had stood up, hugged him from behind.
He bent over, burying his face in the hollow of her neck, which still smelled of alcohol.
A girl who doesn't smoke often might occasionally light one up; the nicotine combined with her own soft, milky scent is incredibly alluring.
With a few bounces of his Adam's apple against the girl's shoulder bone, a hoarse voice came from the crook of her neck, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gotten angry with you."
Lu Zhenyu was caught off guard by the sudden movement and her action of wrapping the IV drip bag froze in mid-air.
In fact, Shen Jingsi regretted it as soon as he finished yelling at people; heaven knows how terrified he was at the time.
It's unimaginable. If he had rushed there even a second later, or if he had been delayed even half a second on his way there, they might have been separated forever.
He had finally managed to bring her back, and his dark future was finally showing some light. If he lost her now, he wouldn't live another second.
"I'm sorry, I was too impulsive this afternoon. I shouldn't have yelled at you. It was my fault for not thinking things through. I should be scolding myself. Can you please not be angry with me?"
Lu Zhenyu was indeed a little emotional after staring at people for so long without hearing a sound, but she laughed after hearing these words.
"Who would be so kind as to brave the snow to bring me food when they're angry? Do I look like someone who enjoys being tortured?"
Lu Zhenyu tossed the wrapped IV drip into the nearby trash can, loosened her grip on her lower abdomen, and placed dinner on the coffee table. "Let's eat first. I'll go to the pharmacy to get your medicine."
Just as he turned around, his wrist was grabbed again, this time by Shen Jingsi, who had been thrown back onto the sofa, and pulled him directly into his arms.
Losing her balance, Lu Zhenyu sat on a firm lap, her arms instinctively wrapping around Shen Jingsi's neck.
Under the dim light, the sharp, high nose was only a few millimeters away from the slightly upturned nose with a slightly red tip.
Shen Jingsi's eyes, which hadn't slept for many days, were filled with yellowish blood vessels, and at such close range, his bluish eye bags were even more clearly visible.
Lu Zhenyu frowned unconsciously. "Have you been having trouble sleeping lately?"
The large hand on her waist slowly loosened, and seeing that the person was avoiding her gaze, she reached out and turned the face, which was so thin it was practically skin and bones, back towards her.
The moment my palm touched my skin, my fingertips trembled slightly from the heat.
Perhaps because she and Shi Yiqiao had drunk two cases of beer that night, her hands were cold and she couldn't measure the temperature accurately. Lu Zhenyu also became a little less formal, pressing her forehead directly against hers, her brow furrowing again. "You have a fever?"
Looking through the murky fog, perhaps because it had been burning for too long, Shen Jingsi looked even more drunk than Lu Zhenyu, who had drunk a case of beer.
As she anxiously inquired, he slowly lowered his eyes and shook his head, saying, "It's not serious, I'll be fine after a good night's sleep."
"That won't do." Lu Zhenyu was about to go find a doctor when she was stopped by someone else.
She turned around and met Shen Jingsi's upward gaze. "The snow is heavy outside, don't make a fuss. Your presence here with me is more effective than any medicine I could take."
Looking at the pitiful, aggrieved person, Lu Zhenyu let out a long sigh and sat back down on the sofa.
"Then you should drink the porridge first to boost your immunity."
Shen Jingsi nodded obediently and reached for the porridge. When the movement aggravated his injured right shoulder, he gritted his teeth and endured it without uttering a sound.
Unable to bear the sight of his trembling cheeks, Lu Zhenyu reached out and picked up the bowl of porridge, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it twice, and held it to the man's chapped lips. "Open your mouth and drink slowly."
Under the dim light, the girl's delicate oval face was as fair and smooth as a peeled egg. Her long, curled eyelashes fluttered gently with the movement of her pouting lips as she blew on the porridge, each flutter precisely touching Shen Jingsi's heart.
As he grew thinner, his Adam's apple became even more prominent. With each movement, it felt as if his thin skin was about to be cut open by the tip of his throat. Coupled with the bulging veins that climbed up his collarbone and his sharp, bright eyes, his whole being exuded a wild tension.
She was very well-behaved, sitting there and drinking the porridge in Lu Zhenyu's bowl one sip after another. Lu Zhenyu then stuffed two boiled eggs into her mouth, saying, "Eat more so you can get better faster."
During my two weeks in New Zealand, I couldn't eat and barely managed to stay alive, relying on my meager resources.
Right now, Lu Zhenyu eats whatever she's fed, and doesn't say whether she's full or not. As a result, her stomach is bloated, and she has to secretly bear it.
After cleaning up the mess from dinner, Lu Zhenyu noticed that he looked even worse than before the meal. She touched his forehead and asked, "Is your fever even higher...?"
Before he could finish speaking, Shen Jingsi leaned over and pressed down on her, his hot fingers passing through her slender waist hidden under her military coat, burying his large frame into the girl's fragrant and soft embrace.
Lu Zhenyu stood there, stunned.
A hoarse voice drifted from his arms, "Can I just hold you for a little while?"
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