Chapter 135
"Every night when I come back from the health center, I go to my uncle's house for dinner. But no matter how much food my uncle prepares, it's not as delicious as the food you cook. When you're not at home, without you to eat with me, eating is just to fill my stomach."
Chen Zhaoyue opened the door and let Wen Yanxi go in first. She followed him in and closed the door.
As soon as she turned around, Wen Yanxi hugged her tightly in his arms.
Wen Yanxi's arm was injured and hung around his neck. He used only one hand to wrap around Chen Zhaoyue's slender and soft waist.
Chen Zhaoyue's nose hit his hard chest muscles, and her nose felt a little sour. She didn't know if it was because of the dust on his body that smelled of gunpowder, or because of his well-developed chest muscles. Chen Zhaoyue only felt that her eye sockets were a little swollen, as if something was about to flow out.
Chen Zhaoyue didn't mind that he was still wearing a hospital gown. She hugged his waist tightly with both hands and continued what she had just said in the middle of her sentence: "But when you are at home, sitting down to eat with me, the meaning is different. I will share all my feelings with you with full of anticipation and joy. Only when you are at the table, it feels like home."
Chen Zhaoyue's words that only when she is with him does she feel at home make Wen Yanxi's heart beat like thunder.
Wen Yanxi lowered his head and kissed her forehead. His lips were a little chapped and peeling because he hadn't drunk water for a long time, and they felt rough against her tender skin.
But he didn't care whether she liked his rough image or not. Wen Yanxi just wanted to kiss her.
Wen Yanxi kissed Chen Zhaoyue's eyes and the tip of her slightly red nose again, and finally his kiss fell on her tender and bright lips.
Chen Zhaoyue's lips were soft and cool, with a sweet taste that was unique to Chen Zhaoyue. It was a familiar and addictive taste to Wen Yanxi.
The familiar feeling continued to stimulate Wen Yanxi's brain nerves. He tried hard to restrain the emotions surging in his heart and not let his rationality collapse.
During the days that Wen Yanxi was on a mission, there wasn't a single day that he didn't think of Chen Zhaoyue. It was okay when he was staring at her during the day, but at night, he missed her so much that he couldn't sleep.
He missed the smell of her, the feel of her nestled in his arms.
Now that the person is in his arms, Wen Yanxi naturally wants to kiss her to his heart's content.
But Chen Zhaoyue took into consideration that Wen Yanxi was still injured and had just gone through a physically demanding task. Before he kissed her to the point of suffocation, she tilted her head and dodged his lips.
Chen Zhaoyue snuggled in his arms and breathed deeply, trying to clear her increasingly confused mind.
Wen Yanxi's eyes gradually regained clarity. He rested his forehead against hers and chuckled softly. His already hoarse voice became even hoarser: "What's wrong?"
Chen Zhaoyue pursed her lips that were red and swollen from his kiss, and said in a soft voice, "Hurry up and go into the house! I brought you home to watch you rest, not to let you do anything to me."
After saying that, Shen Zhaoyue let go of him, walked around in front of him and entered the house first.
Chen Zhaoyue boiled a pot of spiritual spring water for Wen Yanxi, and then poured him a glass of water every ten minutes and personally watched him drink it.
When they were not drinking water, Chen Zhaoyue and Wen Yanxi would sit on the sofa, not saying a word, quietly enjoying their time alone.
Chen Zhaoyue didn't say anything because even though she had confirmed that Wen Yanxi had only suffered minor injuries, she still couldn't recover.
She finally understood the helplessness and powerlessness Wen Qimin and Wen Yanxi felt when they saw Wen Qing lying on the hospital bed that day.
Wen Yanxi didn't say anything because his mind was full of ridiculous thoughts of hugging her and kissing her again.
It was not until lunch time at noon that Shen Zhaoyue regained his spirits.
"Be good and wait for me at home. I'll go to the cafeteria to bring you food." Chen Zhaoyue stared at Wen Yanxi and drank a glass of spiritual spring water before telling him that she was going to the cafeteria to get food.
There were no outsiders around, so Wen Yanxi wanted to hold Chen Zhaoyue's hand.
Wen Yanxi didn't want her to rush around in the middle of the day when the sun was at its hottest, so he said, "I only injured one hand now. I can still take care of myself and should be able to cook a meal."
Chen Zhaoyue glanced at him indifferently, and Wen Yanxi met her cold eyes and was defeated in just three seconds.
Chen Zhaoyue took the largest bowl in the house and left. When she came back, she brought him a full bowl of food.
Except for the spicy dishes, Chen Zhaoyue ordered double portions of all the dishes in the cafeteria today.
Chen Zhaoyue has a small appetite, but Wen Yanxi eats a lot, and she believes that Wen Yanxi will not waste a grain of rice.
During these days of ambushes and arrests, Wen Yanxi couldn't eat or sleep well, and his physical strength was severely exhausted.
Now that he was back home, the person he had been thinking about day and night was in front of him, and the air was filled with familiar smells. Wen Yanxi was not made of iron, and he was injured. Not long after eating, he fell asleep on the sofa.
Chen Zhaoyue didn't dare to sleep. She was afraid that Wen Yanxi's wound would get infected and cause a fever, so she took a book and sat next to Wen Yanxi to read.
During the few hours that Wen Yanxi fell into a deep sleep, Chen Zhaoyue would measure his temperature every half an hour and then moisten his lips with a cotton swab dipped in spiritual spring water.
By the evening, Wen Yanxi had not woken up yet.
Chen Zhaoyue looked at the time and was about to go to the cafeteria to get some food so that Wen Yanxi could wake up before eating, when she saw Wen Qing, who had just finished training, coming over with several lunch boxes in his hands.
Chen Zhaoyue looked at Wen Qing in surprise when he appeared at her doorstep and asked, "Why are you here?"
"Oh, it's my grandpa..." Wen Qing showed her the lunch box in his hand and said, "Grandpa asked the kitchen staff to prepare food for you. I brought it to you and came to see how my uncle is doing."
Chen Zhaoyue stepped aside to let Wen Qing in. After closing the door, he walked into the house and said, "Your uncle slept all afternoon and hasn't woken up yet."
"Ah?" Wen Qing paused, his brows furrowed slightly. "Sleep for so long? Did he injure his brain and pass out?"
Based on Wen Qing's understanding of Wen Yanxi, his uncle was a ruthless man who didn't even need anesthesia to remove a bullet lodged in his flesh. How could he sleep for an entire afternoon just because he was slightly burned by the heat wave?
This is abnormal, okay?
The more Wen Qing thought about it, the more he felt that the hospital had missed something when checking his uncle's injuries. He quickly quickened his pace and walked into the house, not noticing that Chen Zhaoyue's expression had become gloomy.
Chen Zhaoyue was already frightened by the news that Wen Yanxi encountered an explosion while on a mission. Even though Wen Yanxi was only slightly injured, Chen Zhaoyue felt that he could no longer use any bad words to describe Wen Yanxi.
People should avoid prophecies and not speak carelessly, especially bad words, as they will come true if spoken too often.
Chen Zhaoyue followed Wen Qing into the house. While he was putting the lunch box on the dining table, Chen Zhaoyue stabbed the defenseless Wen Qing on the side of his face with a silver needle.
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