54 Chapter 54
◎Ying Yun's kiss is very gentle.◎
Ying Yun's mother sat on one side of the one-way glass, looking at Yang Xueyi and Ying Yun on the other side.
Yang Xueyi had lived with her for ten years. She always knew that the child was beautiful, but she never thought about what kind of story would happen between her son and her.
Because they seem to have a very bad relationship.
However, ten years later, she finally understood.
Poor relationships may be caused by some people's excessive self-esteem, which makes them angry and humiliated. They are afraid to reveal their true emotions, so they express strong rejection in an extreme way.
The more you disdain, the more you care.
[Yang Xueyi fell and got hurt. I'm taking her home first. I won't be having dinner with you.]
She glanced at the message her son had just sent on her phone, then looked out the window and saw Ying Yun had already carried Yang Xueyi on his back.
His expression was still as cold and hard as ever, but as a mother, she still saw tenderness in his eyes.
My son didn't lie. He really doesn't like pretty girls or girls with good figures, because he likes pretty girls with good figures.
She sighed and resigned herself to calling her friend.
"There's no need to arrange for Xiaoyun to meet girls."
"He's already in a relationship."
Ying Yun's mother paused and added impartially, "It was one-sided."
…
Yang Xueyi was carried back by Ying Yun.
"Aren't you in a hurry? Do you really have time to take me back first? What are you rushing to do?"
Ying Yun didn't give a direct answer to her question: "I'm in a hurry."
"I've seen my mom, so I'm rushing home now." He pursed his lips, looking a little annoyed. "Aren't you going the same way as me?"
When mentioning Ying Yun's mother, Yang Xueyi was a little cautious: "Auntie won't have dinner with you before leaving?"
Ying Yun felt a little uncomfortable, but still replied: "My mother is like this. Otherwise, how could she abandon me and go abroad when something happened?"
His voice became faint: "Maybe you don't really care about my life or death..."
Yang Xueyi was too embarrassed to ask any more questions, fearing that if she continued, she would poke at Ying Yun's sore spot again.
This person is not loved by his father and mother. He used to be the center of attention, but now no one cares about him.
Ying Yun seemed a little embarrassed and uncomfortable when he mentioned his mother, and the two finally chose a tacit silence.
**
There are limits to what can be done to the wound outside. After returning home, Ying Yun took the medicine box and carefully treated Yang Xueyi's knee again.
Fortunately, the orthopedic doctor personally assessed and confirmed that Yang Xueyi had no bone injuries, only some skin injuries, and there was no need to go to the hospital for treatment.
It’s just that Yang Xueyi sprained her high heels and her ankle was slightly swollen, making it difficult for her to move.
Yang Xueyi held on to the wall and jumped to take a shower.
"Yang Xueyi." Ying Yun called her, "Do you need help taking a bath?"
He lowered his eyes. "What I mean is, there's water in the shower, and it's easy to slip. And your feet are like that. If you fall again, you might break a bone. I won't be able to explain to Aunt Yang."
Sleeping together is one thing, but taking a bath or something is still too intimate!
"don't want!"
Yang Xueyi, holding a bath towel and pajamas, jumped into the shower room with a strong will.
However, ideals are great but reality is cruel. Although Yang Xueyi was extremely careful when taking a shower, she was still too proud of herself when she pushed open the glass sliding door after taking a shower. She forgot that she could not use her injured foot. When she subconsciously leaned her center of gravity on that foot, the piercing pain made Yang Xueyi wail on the spot.
Yang Xueyi didn't want to recall what happened next.
Ying Yun was like a police dog, so much so that Yang Xueyi suspected that he was lying at the bathroom door with his ears pricked up, so that he could perform a sting operation without any suspense.
Almost immediately after Yang Xueyi made the sound, Ying Yun pushed the door open and walked in. Like a well-trained first aid worker, he picked up Yang Xueyi, who was only wearing a loose bathrobe, and carried her back to the room.
Yang Xueyi swore that she had not anticipated this development, and therefore did not even bother to tie the belt of her bathrobe properly. When she lay down on the bed in a daze, she realized that from Ying Yun's angle, she could see something from her slightly open chest.
The white, fluffy bathrobe is like mountain mist, like clouds that seem to cover up everything, or like hazy fog, covering the rolling hills, towering terrain and everything that makes people want to explore.
In Yang Xueyi's misty eyes, Ying Yun was like a traveler who was familiar with the terrain, rubbing his fingertips around her waist uninvited.
Then he leaned over and kissed her without any resistance, like a cat seeing catnip.
The two bodies were pressed tightly together. Although Ying Yun didn't say anything, his body had already given the answer - some things could not be hidden.
Although he looks cold, his body is actually very hot.
The kiss was gentle, but powerful.
When she slipped, the careful and gentle way Ying Yun held her made Yang Xueyi's heart distracted for a moment. Her body had tasted the sweetness and was completely defeated by Ying Yun's attack. However, thinking of her previous confusion and the choices she faced in her career, Yang Xueyi's inner rationality returned, and the passion just now cooled down rapidly, like a river that froze in an instant.
Is it because Ying Yun is satisfied with her body and wants to have sex with her, so he is so gentle to her every time?
So is this the only attraction Yang Xueyi has for him?
Can this superficial attraction really turn into love and develop into a long-term relationship?
Did we walk into a dead end from the very beginning?
When Yang Xueyi thought of this, she felt as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water on her head, as if she had been forcibly dragged back from the pleasant virtual world to the cruel reality of society.
She pushed Ying Yun away, turned her face away, and avoided Ying Yun's lips that were about to kiss her again.
Almost at a loss, he said angrily, "I don't want to today."
Ying Yun really stopped. His breathing was unsteady, but his voice was still polite like a gentleman: "What's wrong?"
"I fell down and I'm not feeling well. I worked overtime all day and I'm very tired."
Yang Xueyi understood that rejecting Ying Yun was risky. They were not a couple, so they could still negotiate. Moreover, even if they were a couple, they would probably not be happy about being rejected. Perhaps after she said that, Ying Yun would inevitably withdraw some of his tenderness.
Sure enough, after she finished speaking, Ying Yun stood up, as if he was going to leave, in a decisive and almost heartless manner.
Yang Xueyi had not failed to predict this result, but when she rejected Ying Yun on impulse just now, she thought she could bear it. However, when things really developed like this, she felt regretful and uncomfortable.
Even if Ying Yun doesn't like her, it's enough that she likes him.
Didn’t a famous person say, “In a person’s life, there should be at least one time when they forget themselves for someone, not asking for the result, not asking for what they once had, and not even asking for you to love them”?
Yang Xueyi wondered if she would ever have at least one such reckless love in her life, like a moth to a flame?
With this irrational thought, Yang Xueyi stood up, almost determined to offer herself as a sacrifice to God.
Yang Xueyi's hand touched Ying Yun's belt.
She was about to take off her bathrobe in a self-deprecating manner, and looked under Ying Yun's body. He was indeed not calm at all.
The moment Yang Xueyi's bathrobe slipped off, his reaction was even greater.
Yang Xueyi approached Ying Yun, pulled off his belt, and began to unbutton his shirt.
However, just when she thought Ying Yun would respond to her, Ying Yun took the initiative and gently pushed Yang Xueyi away.
Although his breathing was rapid and his body was reacting violently, Ying Yun remained calm and kept a distance from Yang Xueyi.
Then Ying Yun buckled his belt and became meticulous again, as if there were no flaws.
Although he was still in the right state, his expression was upright and calm, as if he had no worldly desires at all, which was completely contrary to his body's reaction.
"I'm sorry, Yang Xueyi. I was impulsive and thoughtless."
Then he bent down, picked up the bathrobe that Yang Xueyi had thrown away from the ground without changing his expression, and put it on her again.
"Isn't it cold?"
His cold yet warm fingertips stroked Yang Xueyi's skin, and he properly tied the belt of Yang Xueyi's bathrobe, tying it very tightly, as if he was afraid that some people would succumb to the temptation and want to open the gift again. Ying Yun tied the belt of Yang Xueyi's bathrobe into a knot.
"That's better." His voice was a little unnatural. "I was worried you'd be cold. This way you won't be cold."
Yang Xueyi gently placed her hand on Ying Yun's chest, looked up and asked him, "Don't you want to do it anymore? If you want, I can do it too. It's not that tiring."
"You're tired."
Ying Yun moved Yang Xueyi's hand away: "What a coincidence, I'm actually a little tired, so I don't think so."
He just said that he was a little tired. Yang Xueyi lowered her eyes but did not see any evidence that Ying Yun was tired. He was extremely energetic.
I don’t know why, but after hearing Ying Yun say this, Yang Xueyi’s mood really became better.
So her habit of provoking cats and dogs began to recur. She deliberately exaggerated: "Are you tired? How come I didn't notice? Hey, Yingyun, what's wrong with you? Isn't it a problem with nerve conduction? Is there a disconnect between the actual feeling and reaction of the body..."
Ying Yun didn't say anything, just pursed his lips and looked at Yang Xueyi. His voice was already hoarse and low from trying hard to suppress it. He warned in a low voice: "Yang Xueyi, behave yourself."
The light from above cast shadows on Ying Yun's originally long eyelashes like butterfly wings, making him look even more self-disciplined and respectful. If you ignore his body's reaction, he would look like a stoic and unapproachable flower on the mountain top.
This elegant lady looked away, as if deliberately avoiding looking at Yang Xueyi: "If you're tired, go to bed early."
"What if I can't sleep?"
Fearing Ying Yun might misunderstand, Yang Xueyi quickly added, "It's not that I want to do anything with you. I worked overtime today and even chased someone in high heels. I'm really tired. I just feel like I might still have trouble sleeping tonight."
She pointed to her head and said, "Because my mind is very active right now, I can only fall asleep when my mind is empty."
After Yang Xueyi finished speaking, she also felt that she was being a bit unreasonable.
I don’t want to sleep with Ying Yun, but I also don’t want to suffer from insomnia. How can such a good thing happen?
She waved her hand in frustration: "Go away, good night."
However, Ying Yun didn't leave. His eyes were like two wells, deep and quiet. "Then what can you do to clear your mind?"
"I need to know how to empty my mind so I don't suffer from insomnia, okay?"
Yang Xueyi lowered her eyes: "But when I was a child, my grandmother was still alive. Whenever I couldn't sleep at night, she would sing a lullaby to me, and then I would fall asleep without realizing it."
She really missed her grandmother: "It's a pity that there is no one to sing for me after she passed away."
Yang Xueyi had thought about asking her mother to sing a lullaby for her, but firstly, she was already at that age and had been an adult for several years. It would seem pretentious to say that she wanted to listen to a lullaby because of insomnia. Secondly, Ms. Yang Meiying was so tired after a day's work that she could fall asleep as soon as she touched the bed. How could she have the energy to sing a lullaby for her?
Lullabies were a luxury for a family like theirs.
Yang Xueyi laughed a little, and just when she was about to tell Ying Yun to leave, she heard Ying Yun speak first -
"Yang Xueyi, I'll sing for you."
Ying Yun's voice was low, as if he was deliberately standing in the shadows, his expression hidden in the dark side of the light, making it impossible to discern his emotions. However, his tone was down-to-earth, steady, and truthful: "If you want to listen."
"I'll sing until you fall asleep."
**
For the first time, Yang Xueyi realized that Ying Yun would be very gentle to her without her having to pay an equal price or make an exchange.
Is it because Ying Yun is a gentle person at heart?
Or was it that over the past ten years, unknown to Yang Xueyi, Ying Yun had gradually grown into a steady and reliable man?
Is it because he is a doctor after all, so he tends to sympathize with others? Even someone like Yang Xueyi who has improper thoughts about him and is emotionally unstable, can he treat her calmly?
Or... Yang Xueyi was a little nervous. She didn't dare to think about it at first, but now she couldn't help but make a bold guess - does Ying Yun also have a good impression of her?
Anyway, I definitely don’t hate it.
Although the two of them did nothing, Ying Yun patiently sang a lullaby to Yang Xue for a long time. The tune was completely different from that of her grandmother, but it had the same magical soothing effect.
Yang Xueyi really didn't suffer from insomnia. In Ying Yun's arms, listening to his soft singing, she fell asleep peacefully.
When Yang Xueyi woke up the next morning, she felt refreshed.
She slept very well, and when she woke up and got up, she found that Ying Yun had put a plaster on her foot at some point, probably after she fell asleep. Yang Xueyi recalled the cold touch on her foot in her dream, and guessed that Ying Yun might even have applied ice to her foot, which was why the swelling in her ankle subsided so quickly, and Yang Xueyi was able to move around without any problem.
Ying Yun seemed to be attending some event on behalf of the hospital today, so he left early in the morning, but a simple breakfast was placed on the table.
Changes in life make people grow rapidly. Ying Yun, who originally relied on Yang Xueyi to cook, can now cook a simple table of dishes. As for washing dishes, Ying Yun has also become more proficient.
Yang Xueyi ate the breakfast Ying Yun had left for her slowly, and before leaving, she discovered that he had left a pair of new flat shoes and a note at the door.
The content of the note is concise and to the point——
"Wear these."
Yang Xueyi wrinkled her nose, picked up her phone, complained, but was in a good mood——
[How domineering, Ying Yun! Why should I listen to you and wear flat shoes?]
When did you buy the shoes?
【But I look better in high heels. 】
Ying Yun's reply came quickly and was concise, consisting of just two words: [Doctor's orders.]
The shoes are simple and elegant in style and are indeed very comfortable to wear.
Ying Yun's dialog box kept showing that it was being input, but no new messages were sent.
It wasn't until Yang Xueyi got on the subway that she received his second, third, and fourth messages.
Many stores were closed last night, so there weren't many styles to choose from.
[It's not the shoes that matter, it's the person. Yang Xueyi, you don't need to enhance your looks with high heels.]
[It's already very good, no need to increase it. ]
The subway at eight in the morning was crowded and stuffy, filled with all kinds of complex smells that made Yang Xueyi want to ignore them. The faces of the people around her were tired and numb, like a train transporting robots.
Yang Xueyi should have been one of them, but because of Ying Yun's few words, perhaps just when he was in a good mood, Yang Xueyi's world was painted with colors. She was no longer a mechanical body, but her self-awareness was illuminated, and she had happiness and emotional ups and downs.
The moment she saw Ying Yun's message, the congestion and boredom of the morning rush hour seemed to become light, like an unreal background, and only Yang Xueyi's strongly beating heart was real.
I don't know where the sudden flash of inspiration came from.
If I confess my feelings to Ying Yun now, will he consider it?
At least now the two people are equal in status, and there is no question of who is marrying above their station.
Yang Xueyi never expected to marry into a wealthy family, nor did she want to marry into one. She just wanted to find someone she loved and live a simple but warm life.
In the past, when Ying Yun was the young master, she had never thought of this possibility, but now...
Yang Xueyi was shocked by her own thoughts, but she couldn't help but think about it.
Compared to the bad Ying Yun of the past ten years, the current Ying Yun was surprisingly good to Yang Xueyi. Considering that their current relationship was not much different from cohabitation and trial marriage, and Ying Yun was no longer a young master from a wealthy family...
She even thought without any conscience that if she had known that Ying Yun would speak so nicely after becoming poor and could get along with her so gently, God should have arranged for his family to fall into poverty long ago. It was too late for her to make a birthday wish that would bring him bad luck.
But after a few seconds, she realized that her idea was dangerous and evil, and secretly clasped her hands together and withdrew her hope.
It would be no good to expect Ying Yun to have a bad life now, as he still owes me 60,000 yuan!
Yang Xueyi prayed devoutly that if Ying Yun was with her, she would let Ying Yun become rich so that she could enjoy the happiness with him; if Ying Yun was not with her, she would let him pay back her 60,000 yuan and continue to be poor for the rest of his life!
【Author’s words】
This chapter drops 200 red envelopes~
There's just one last little twist before they're together. Some men don't bravely confess their feelings, and they suffer! Arrange for him to pursue love in Africa! [Cai Gou] Ducks are exported overseas!
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