Past Life and Present Life
As traces of the past resurfaced, Wen Dai suddenly realized. Chen Sizhe wasn't changing his tastes or trying something new; he had clearly shown his affection for her long ago.
Whether it's the takeout he ordered when he was at Chizheng, or the dishes that were served in advance at the barbecue restaurant... When you're with someone you don't care about, no matter how long you spend together, it's hard to remember their preferences. Besides, they don't spend every day together. If you really count how many meals they've eaten together, how many times have they actually eaten together?
He clearly cared about her all along; he probably even liked her a long time ago.
Unconsciously licking her dry lips, Wen Dai stared blankly at the mango pomelo sago—not quite the authentic version—that was being pushed in front of her by that fair and slender hand.
She raised her hand like a ghost and grasped the spoon, using it to hook the scoop of ice cream in the cup. The sweet aroma of mango filled her nostrils; it didn't seem as sweet as the one she felt in her heart.
Before putting a spoonful of ice cream and mango into her mouth, Wen Dai raised her chin and looked at him, suddenly asking, "When did you start liking me?" Her eyes were filled with an urgent thirst for the answer, but the person being stared at by her began to feel uncomfortable.
Chen Sizhe leaned back in his chair, his neck lowered. Xiao Xi looked up after a moment, his tone somewhat awkward: "I don't know."
"What kind of answer is 'I don't know'?" Wen Dai leaned towards him, clearly dissatisfied with his answer, but then noticed his bright red ear tips, which caused some of her dissatisfaction to dissipate on its own.
Her lips gradually curled up, her eyes curved into crescent moons, and she said with a teasing tone, "Oh dear, I didn't expect you to be shy too."
The man, who had been pursing his lips, looked up at her and gave her a strangely endearing look, like a coquettish wife. Wen Dai found it strangely cute.
In the past, this person would probably have glared at her fiercely.
She turned her attention to the roses on the chair next to her, put down the spoon, and touched the rose petals that still held dewdrops. "Where did you learn to confess your feelings by giving flowers?"
His confidence was tinged with doubt: "Isn't everyone else doing it this way?"
Unfortunately, Wen Dai had no intention of explaining things to him. Instead, she jokingly said with a smile, "Oh dear, so even Attorney Chen can follow the crowd."
However, Chen Sizhe was not amused by her this time. He straightened up, frowned, and asked in return, "You don't like it?"
Seeing his serious expression, Wen Daizhen felt that if she shook her head and said she didn't like it, he could finish the meal with a serious face—no, he probably wouldn't eat it at all.
Her slightly parted lips instinctively wanted to answer, but when she saw the vibrant color of the roses, she remembered that there was something else waiting for her answer.
Her eyelashes fluttered, and she smiled and raised her head, her peach blossom eyes radiating tender affection as she smiled. "I don't particularly like roses, and I'm not that enthusiastic about flowers and plants."
Before Chen Sizhe's expression turned to one of defeat, she said slowly, "However, I do like the person who sent the flowers, so I can extend that affection to them as well."
This guy's reaction in this regard was astonishing. The look of defeat on his face faded away, and in an instant, it turned into surprise. His fox-like eyes widened considerably and even had a cute, dazed look.
"You agreed?"
Why do you need a positive affirmation? Wen Dai felt a pang of displeasure. She raised her hand to rub her burning cheek, then buried her head and picked up the spoon from the cup again to eat her ice cream. She nodded slightly and replied, seemingly unrelated to the question, "This ice cream tastes really good. It's hot, so we should eat ice cream."
Looking at the person who had come into his field of vision, his gaze traveled from her rosy cheeks to the base of her ears, which were even more vibrant than roses. A hint of a smile gradually spread across Chen Sizhe's dark eyes. He casually uttered, "You're shy. You're so awkward."
Wen Dai, who immediately bristled, raised her head. Her peach blossom eyes, which had just been filled with affection, now only showed anger and embarrassment. "Mind your own business? That's just the kind of person I am, and are you any better?"
Chen Sizhe is much more tolerant of her now than before. He nodded in agreement and said, "Yes, we're evenly matched, so we're a perfect match."
His skin had thickened, but Wen Dai's face turned red without any self-control.
The meal felt like I had taken a dip in a honey pot, a very novel experience.
After their meal, it was time to part ways. Chen Sizhe drove her to her apartment building and seemed about to follow her up, but Wen Dai stopped him without hesitation.
She stood on the steps, still not as tall as him, but at least she no longer had to look up at his eyes.
Why did you follow them?
"Shouldn't you invite me to your house for a while and a cup of tea?" he asked matter-of-factly, his bright eyes fixed on her, his fox-like eyes clear and innocent, as if he really just wanted to come up and have a cup of tea.
But Chen Sizhe was facing Wen Dai, a straightforward woman as straight as steel. She frowned and asked sincerely, "Didn't you drink any water in the restaurant? Are you still thirsty? Didn't you get enough sitting in the restaurant? Didn't you get enough sitting after driving all this way? My butt is sore."
Chen's desire for a romantic time with his girlfriend was not only shattered, but he also received a concerned reminder from his newly formed girlfriend.
"You don't have a kidney problem, do you?"
Mr. Chen's face darkened.
His gaze dipped downwards, landing on the woman's full, rosy lips.
Driven by a mischievous desire for revenge and a secret expectation, he suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist and held the back of her head with his other hand.
When their lips met, Wen Dai's reason vanished, and all she could think about was—what was he doing? His lips were so soft, why was he sticking out his tongue!
The look in her wide, peach-blossom eyes shifted from fear to blankness.
His arms around her waist tightened slowly, and she couldn't help but reach out and hook her arms around his neck, leaning forward and falling completely into his embrace.
In the moment when my breath was taken away, I vaguely heard him say, "Close your eyes."
The low, husky voice penetrated my ears, making my already weak heart even softer.
She obediently closed her eyes.
The sensation of their lips and tongues entwining made their heads feel sticky. The air was scorching, but it couldn't compare to the heat between them. The sweltering heat clinging to their bare skin was no longer bothersome, because the palms resting on her waist were even hotter.
The duration of the kiss was still unknown. Wen Dai only knew that her lips were numb after it ended. Unfortunately, the culprit looked at her like a wolf seeing a sheep, so she ran away without any backbone.
Although we are all adults, it doesn't mean she can accept going home run right after confirming a relationship!
Before going to sleep after taking a shower that night, Wen Dai lay on the big bed, her fingers unconsciously caressing her lips, the corners of her lips that had turned up without her realizing it just wouldn't go back to their original position.
Gradually, a series of silly giggles and the rustling of the blankets filled the dark bedroom. The source of all this was Wen Dai, who was laughing hysterically on the bed and wriggling more nimbly than a maggot.
She entered a dream without even realizing it, a sequel to a previous dream, or perhaps not a sequel at all, with scenes from a jumbled timeline interweaving in her dream.
But on this night, she finally saw the face of the person in her dream.
A rain of arrows pierced through her and him.
Despite knowing the danger, she still rushed towards him.
The sword in her hand was heavy, and her legs were almost numb from running so fast. All she knew was that she couldn't let anything happen to him—she shouted at him, "Chen Sizhe!"
They embraced, arrows flying through the air linking them together. He pressed his palm against his blood-stained face, and only one thought echoed in his mind: Don't cry, tears will blur his face. Remember this last moment.
She said to him, "In life and in death, we made a vow."
From their initial playful bickering to the budding of affection, and finally, their love blossoming into a deep and lasting bond. Though they cannot share a room in life, they wish to die together.
Before dawn, the person lying in bed suddenly opened their eyes.
There were two people who made this move: Wen Dai and Chen Sizhe.
Their next move was exactly the same—they grabbed their phones from the bedside table, found each other's WeChat contacts, and quickly typed out a message.
I dreamt about you.
I dreamt about you.
The two messages that appeared on the chat page at the same time stirred up even more waves in Wen Dai's heart, who swallowed hard. Just as she was about to call him, a call invitation appeared on the screen.
With trembling fingers, Wen Dai pressed the answer button and raised her phone, but both ends fell silent.
After a moment, Wen Dai opened her lips first, and tears fell in that instant, her voice filled with sobs: "Chen Sizhe, I know so much, I know so much..."
The voice coming through the receiver was hoarse, not much better than hers: "Me too."
Unable to stop the tears from flowing, Wen Dai raised her hands to cover her face and cried silently. An immense sorrow was passed down from her past life to this one, and her heart felt as if it were being stabbed with a needle.
"My master will be in Lizhou this afternoon. Are you free?"
Wen Dai, her shoulders trembling and tears streaming down her face, took a while to recover. Her sobs were heard intermittently by the person on the other end of the phone. Unaware of what was happening, she sniffled and said, "Of course there is."
Even if it doesn't exist, it must exist.
Is this the secret of heaven that the immortals speak of, which cannot be revealed? The drama of past and present lives, which she had never cared about, is actually playing out in her life.
Chen Sizhe awkwardly offered words of comfort: "Try to calm yourself down first. Don't cry for too long, it's bad for your eyes. It's still early, you can go back to sleep after a while, or get up now and exercise for a bit..."
However, his own voice was clearly trembling.
Without hanging up the phone, Wen Dai calmed herself down and fell into a deep sleep again.
Fortunately, this time, the events of her past life no longer haunted her, and she slept soundly through the night.
"well."
After washing up in front of the mirror, Wen Dai touched her swollen eyes, realizing she couldn't escape the fate of having her eyes swollen like peaches.
In the past, she wouldn't have cared too much about whether her eyes were swollen or not, but now things are different—she has a boyfriend named Chen Sizhe, and it's time to pick up her image management again, since this boyfriend and she have a past life connection.
Moreover, this guy was a despicable person in his past life.
After drinking several cups of black coffee, Wen Dai, who was so overwhelmed by the bitterness that she slumped on the sofa staring blankly at the ceiling, still felt her mind was in turmoil. Her heavy eyelids wanted to close again, but the knocking on the door wouldn't give her the chance.
Struggling to get up from the sofa, Wen Dai dragged her body, which felt even more exhausted after sleeping, to open the door. The person standing outside startled her so much that she immediately snapped out of her daze and slammed the door shut with a "bang."
Chen Sizhe stood silently at the door, carrying his breakfast, after being turned away.
A moment later, he raised his hand and knocked on the door again. "Wen Dai? Open the door, I brought you breakfast."
"..."
After a moment of silence, the door was gently opened.
Wen covered his eyes with one hand, and with the other hand, he pushed the door open by the doorknob. He turned his face away, not daring to look at him, and mumbled, "Why did you suddenly think of bringing me breakfast... Come in."
The floor-standing air conditioner in the living room was blowing out cool air. Wen Dai sat down at the dining table, still keeping her hands half-covering her eyes.
Slender, jade-white fingers hooked the breakfast takeout bag and extended it in front of her. The breakfast was placed on the table, and the owner of the hand withdrew it.
"Why are you covering your eyes? Are your eyes sensitive to light?" Chen Sizhe pulled out the chair next to her and sat down naturally, reasonably showing the care that a boyfriend should give.
However, Wen Dai didn't really want his concern at the moment. She casually tossed her hair a few times to cover her face, which was facing Chen Sizhe. She placed one hand on the table to shield her face, and used the other hand to open the breakfast takeout bag. She went along with it and said, "Yes, yes, I'm just a little afraid of the light."
But she never expected that her attempt to go downhill would lead her into a ditch.
Because Chen Sizhe immediately stood up and reached out, grabbing her chin, Wen Dai hadn't even reacted yet, but her eyes, which she had painstakingly concealed, were already exposed to everyone.
Her once lively peach blossom eyes and double eyelids were still there, but they were swollen into a faint line, obscuring a small portion of her dark pupils. However, the rest of her facial features managed to make her swollen eyes look adorable.
However, the person staring at those eyes was simply wondering why she was afraid of light.
"Is your face swollen from crying? Do you have any eye drops at home?"
Meeting his unwavering gaze, Wen Dai's mind went blank for a moment. She had never been in a relationship before and assumed that the instinct to care about one's image after falling in love was normal, but it seemed... what she cared about wasn't something he was bothered by.
I thought at worst I'd get ridiculed.
Wen Dai, who had been subtly influenced by Chen Sizhe and developed a slight masochistic tendency, thought to herself in a daze.
It wasn't until Chen Sizhe was about to order takeout for eye drops that Wen Dai hurriedly reached out to stop him and confessed the truth: "My eyes are swollen from crying. I have eye drops at home. Actually, I'm not afraid of light at all. I just didn't want you to see my swollen eyes."
The man whose hand she was blocking raised one eyebrow and asked cryptically, "Why don't you want me to see?"
"I'm afraid you'll laugh at me, what else could it be?" Wen Dai muttered unhappily, pulling her hand away from his arm and continuing to unpack the takeout box.
Chen Sizhe finally began to reflect on what he had done to make Wen Dai have this premonition.
He glanced a few more times at the swollen eyes of the person next to him. The coffee smell in the air hadn't dissipated yet. As Wen Daiqiang, who had let her guard down, was stuffing food into her mouth, he suddenly asked, "How much coffee did you drink?"
Caught off guard, Wen Dai blurted out the answer: "Three cups."
"Heh." The short, light laugh made Wen Dai tighten her grip on the chopsticks—she wanted to punch him.
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