Chapter 25 You are severely depressed, I am severely lovesick
In short, Lu Zhenyu, who was on the verge of happiness, was kicked back to the ground.
She pushed him away, slid off the table, and casually pulled the lace between her legs back up.
Lu Zhenyu was about to leave when Shen Jingsi pulled her back and held her in his arms.
"You'll forget about me once you've pulled up your pants?"
Lu Zhenyu avoided his gaze and said, "Go take your medicine."
Shen Jingsi immediately became serious. "Are you feeling unwell again? I'll take you to the hospital."
Lu Zhenyu stopped his hand and turned her face away. "I don't want to go. Don't force me."
How could this be considered coercion? Shen Jingsi was just genuinely afraid, afraid that someone would suddenly faint again like last time.
But he still compromised, as if he had been compromising all night.
"Then let's not go. I'll carry you to take your medicine."
I don't know if it's because I ate half a meal at her place earlier, but she's being incredibly gentle right now.
He cupped Lu Zhenyu's face in his hands, his warm fingertips brushing across her cheeks, tucking stray hairs behind her ears, and then knelt down to help her put on her shoes.
Before he could bend down, Lu Zhenyu stopped him again, saying, "You should go now."
Shen Jingsi paused, straightened up, and looked at her with a serious expression.
Knowing that he would be the one to compromise in the end if he went head-to-head, he smiled and said, "Have you forgotten that this is also my home?"
Yes, that's his home.
He bought the house with his own money, but put it in Feng Manman's name to prevent his family from finding out.
Seeing that the person remained silent, Shen Jingsi smiled, his tone becoming more conciliatory, and he knelt down to squeeze the small hand.
"Can I stay and take care of you?"
Lu Zhenyu immediately withdrew her hand, letting it hang behind her back and clenching it silently. "I don't need you to take care of me."
“You know, no one can change my mind once I’ve made a decision.”
She frowned and glared at her, "You're forcing me again."
Shen Jingsi surrendered, "The doctor said you're sick and there's a risk of you doing something rash at any time."
She let out a long breath, her tone almost pleading and yielding, "Lu Zhenyu, I'd rather you marry Zheng Yaozong eight hundred times than see you die. Just live well, at least let me see you occasionally every few years, and I'll be satisfied, okay?"
Heaven knows how difficult it was for Lu Zhenyu to harden her heart in the face of such a shrewish person as Shen Jingsi.
She was too attached to his gentleness, both before and now.
Like a fish that has been stranded for a long time, once it gets wet, it can't help but frantically crawl over to drink from it.
Her resolve was swayed by the man's question: "How long?"
"Until you recover."
He wasn't sure if he was the man she truly loved.
But he was certain that he loved her deeply, unconditionally, and with a love that would risk his life for her.
Seeing that Lu Zhenyu walked straight out without saying a word, Shen Jingsi knew that she had agreed, and the smile on his lips showed a hint of triumph.
He chased after them and, without saying a word, scooped them up in his arms.
"It would be my fault as an adulterer if I made Madam Zheng take even one more step."
Lu Zhenyu's face darkened again, but she let him carry her downstairs. "I didn't say I wanted to be a harlot."
"How come I remember someone sticking out their tongue when we were kissing just now?"
"He even touched my abs."
"..."
Lu Zhenyu pushed him away, saying, "Put me down."
"Have you counted how many abs you have? Do I look good in body?"
"Shen Jingsi, get out of here!"
Shen Jingsi pinched the tip of her nose, revealing his usual roguish charm, "Just kidding. You're so old, why are you still as easily teased as when you were a kid?"
Lu Zhenyu rolled her eyes at him, but suddenly realized that she might not need to take her medicine anymore.
Shen Jingsi's mouth wouldn't stop just because he was in a good mood. "Did that beast hug you like this before?"
Lu Zhenyu glared at him coldly, "What do you want to say?"
He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "So, who's better in bed, him or me?"
Lu Zhenyu: "..."
Shen Jingsi pressed on, "Who has a better figure, either of us?"
This infuriated Lu Zhenyu. "Are you sick in the head?!"
"Who would be so eager to be your lover if they weren't sick? You're severely depressed, and I'm severely lovesick. Otherwise, why don't you prepare a bottle of arsenic and feed it to Zheng Dalang?"
"……,Neuropathy!"
I've seen people eagerly picking up money, but I've never seen anyone eagerly admitting to being an adulterer.
Where did that tough attitude he had towards her on his first day back? Where was the trial?
Did they eat Shen Dashao's dignity as their only source of income?
They ate it, and they ate it quite well.
He takes food and gifts without ever treating himself like a husband.
Lu Zhenyu slept exceptionally well that night.
It's strange, even though Shen Jingsi lives in the room at the far end of the second floor, the two are at least a hundred meters apart.
But it made Lu Zhenyu feel that the whole house had warmed up.
I was up too late last night and woke up a little late this morning, so I thought Shen Jingsi should have already gone to work by now.
She looks much better these past few days than when she first came back. Beautiful women have naturally good bone structure, and even though she's wearing a simple hoodie and jeans, she still stands out at first glance.
Before even reaching the living room, Lu Zhenyu could smell the familiar tobacco scent. She walked down the stairs, holding onto the handrail, while Shen Jingsi, wearing a pink wide-brimmed T-shirt and light jeans, came out of the kitchen.
The two met face to face, looked at each other, and then saw the man carrying two breakfasts toward the restaurant.
His tall figure stood in front of the dining table, sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows and illuminating half of his body.
Her sharp, arched eyebrows were thick and dark, her phoenix eyes were as black as ink, and her straight eyelashes reflected in her lower eyelids. Her nose bridge connected to her superior, sharp bone structure, and her thin lips were redder than those of many girls.
This man is very good at inheriting good genes from his parents.
The man, nearing thirty, wore pink but was not frivolous. Just watching him stand in the sunlight, focused on setting the table, serving chopsticks, and pouring water, he resembled a devoted and loyal little wolfhound.
Suddenly, I can understand why Duan Xi'er went to such lengths to get this man.
As Shen Jingsi turned back, Lu Zhenyu quietly pinched her thigh.
I forgot to take the test when I woke up this morning; I suspect it was all in a dream.
But it hurts a little; it's not a dream.
Not forgetting to show off, Shen Jingsi walked over with a swagger, wearing a light pink oversized T-shirt and his hands behind his back.
First, he looked her up and down, then, while Lu Zhenyu was distracted, he picked her up horizontally.
Lu Zhenyu instantly snapped out of her daze. "What are you doing?"
He raised an eyebrow, “Upholding the virtues of a lover.”
The first step to being a good lover: Regardless of how someone reacts, give them a kiss on the forehead.
"Good morning, Miss Lu."
While Lu Zhenyu was still in a daze, Shen Jingsi carried her to the restaurant, but wouldn't let her sit down on her own, holding her tightly in his arms.
"Ah... open your mouth."
Lu Zhenyu didn't know whether to be disgusted or speechless at this moment. After a series of resistances, she finally said helplessly, "I'm not a three-year-old child."
"Yes, it is here with me."
"..."
Shen Jingsi brought his lips close to her ear, his breath hot and moist as he spoke, "How about I raise you all over again from when you were three?"
Three years old.
She's only three years old.
Lu Zhenyu's mother passed away when she was three years old, after which she was sent to live with her childhood friend Shen Zhen'an by her father.
Shen Jingsi's words stirred up a thousand waves in Lu Zhenyu's heart.
She didn't know why, but her emotions inexplicably surged.
I can't even remember myself when I was three years old, but my hands still shake terribly and I'm breathing heavily.
Just as she tried to hide her trembling hands behind her back, Shen Jingsi grabbed them instead.
He looked down and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Lu Zhenyu pursed his lips and remained silent. Shen Jingsi took his icy palm and placed it on his heart. "Then feel my breath."
He then pulled her head into his arms and gently patted her back with his large hands.
"It's alright, it'll be fine in a bit. Even if it's not fully healed, I'm here, Shen Jingsi is here, don't worry."
Lu Zhenyu didn't know when her eyes were blurred with tears, but she remembered leaning against Shen Jingsi's chest, feeling his strong heartbeat and the slow, steady breath he exhaled.
The faint scent of tobacco emanated from her, transforming into a powerful sense of security that enveloped her completely.
The feeling was like being a baby in the womb, lying in the warm amniotic fluid of the mother.
It was so wonderful and blissful that Lu Zhenyi thought she was hallucinating again.
Several times she tried to pinch herself, but Shen Jingsi stopped her by shaking her hand each time.
Actually, he was breathing quite heavily at that moment.
Because I suddenly understood what the girl meant that night when she said, "If you can't wake me up, pinch me."
It seems that during the days he was away, she would pinch herself repeatedly to distinguish between reality and illusion.
"Zhenzhen."
"Um."
"Pinch me next time."
"What?"
Lu Zhenyu looked up with unfocused eyes and was fortunately hit by a tear.
Shen Jingsi brushed away the stray hairs from her face and said, "In the future, if you're unsure whether it's a hallucination or not, just pinch me. I'll tell you whether it is or isn't."
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