Chapter 86: Sister, your heartbeat is so good...
The hand on his lower back felt incredibly hot through the fabric, burning Song Yu's back straight. "Let go!"
Her voice was too soft, like it was soaked in honey, sweet but powerless, and not enough to threaten Zhou Ci.
Zhou Ci's fingertips still lingered on the corners of Song Yu's eyes, which were visibly turning crimson. "Sister, your heartbeat seems a little fast."
Song Yu could no longer hold the milk cup in his hand, and the milky white liquid splashed on the hem of Zhou Ci's pajamas. Dark water marks spread along the muscle texture, outlining the contours of his tight abdominal muscles, which made people's blood boil.
She didn't dare to look anymore and looked away in panic: "Sorry, I didn't hold it firmly."
When she reached out to take out the tissue, Zhou Ci pulled her back: "It seems that my heartbeat is a little fast too."
He held her hand and pressed it against his chest: "Sister, listen to me, which of us has a louder heart?"
Song Yu could clearly feel the heartbeat under her palm like a dense drum. Hidden in the vigorous vitality was a power ready to be unleashed. She pulled her hand away suddenly as if she was scalded, and took a big step back.
After a stalemate, the atmosphere became increasingly strange. Song Yu finally couldn't bear it anymore and said, "I'm going back to my room to take a shower." Then he fled.
Song Yu didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he ran back to his room and closed the door.
There was a depth in Zhou Ci's eyes that she could not understand but was afraid to understand.
She was extremely upset and it took her a while to calm down before she went to the cloakroom to get her clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
Just after drying his hair, there was a knock on the door and Song Yu got up to open it.
Zhou Ci leaned against the door. He had changed into a new set of pajamas and seemed to have just taken a shower, so his body was still damp. He held a medicine box in his hand and looked at her inside the door in the light from the corridor.
Song Yu still kept the door open: "Are you still asleep?"
Zhou Ci's droopy eyes, half-closed by his lashes, were shimmering with moisture. The tail of his brow drooped along his cheekbone in a gentle, innocent arc that made people lose their guard. "Could you please help me remove the poison from my ears? I can't reach them myself."
"Okay, come in." Song Yu opened the door.
"Thank you!" Zhou Ci brushed past her body as he walked in and sat quietly on the sofa.
He unconsciously rubbed the medicine box with his knuckles gripping it, and when he tilted his head to look around the room, a section of his collarbone slipped out, and his cold white skin revealed a lustrous hue under the light.
Song Yu hesitated for a moment, but finally left the door wide open. She walked over and sat down on the sofa, taking the medicine box from Zhou Ci.
As the two people got closer, Song Yu smelled the cedar scent on Zhou Ci.
The smell of him has changed. After men become adults, they seem to prefer this kind of woody scent that is both cool and warm.
Song Yu found the disinfectant in the medicine box, dipped a cotton swab in iodine, and leaned over.
As their bodies got closer, the smell of disinfectant and rosin entangled at the tip of Song Yu's nose. Her breath sprayed on the side of Zhou Ci's neck. The blue blood vessels pulsated in her sight, like light and shadow floating on the surface of a dark river.
"Don't move!" Song Yu stopped Zhou Ci from turning his head, and his thumb accidentally brushed against his Adam's apple.
Zhou Ci's breathing suddenly stagnated in his chest, and his Adam's apple slid up and down uncontrollably as he swallowed.
After the iodine dried, Song Yu picked up another bottle of freeze-dried powder for healing wounds. The cold liquid spread along the cotton swab, and Song Yu suddenly found that the shape of the scar was very neat.
In my memory, Zhou Ci was always hurt six years ago.
Thinking carefully, every wound is like a carefully measured work of art. No matter where on the body it appears, they are always surprisingly similar.
The bottle of freeze-dried powder trembled slightly in his hand, and Song Yu was surprised to find that his fingers were shaking a little.
Song Yu felt a little ashamed. How blind had she been back then? How could she have believed his clumsy lies?
He said it was a scratch from playing basketball, even though tears were condensing on his eyelashes. But when he explained it was just a physiological reflex, she really believed him. He said he made a mistake in cutting vegetables in the kitchen, and she held his hand for a while, feeling distressed, not noticing that there was anything wrong with the wound at all. Then she went to buy a finger guard to protect his finger...
Seeing that he was so moved that he hugged her and acted coquettishly, she was proud of herself for being a competent and good sister.
There were so many suspicious details waiting for her to discover, but she never tried to find out the truth.
After all, she just didn't care enough about Zhou Ci and didn't take him to heart.
Song Yu clenched the cotton swab in her other hand. The wooden handle made a snapping sound in her palm, and the cracked wood thorns pierced the flesh of her fingertips, which was a little painful, but more like mocking her questioning that was six years late.
She seemed unaware: "Was it really a cat scratch?" This time, she decided to find out the truth.
Zhou Ci leaned on the sofa and looked at her sideways. The light cast a cold glaze on half of his face. "Or?"
Song Yu deliberately pressed the wound with a cotton swab to punish him for not telling the truth: "We don't have a cat at home, how did you get scratched by a cat?"
Zhou Ci suddenly grabbed her wrist, pressing his fingertips against her beating pulse, as if caressing it accidentally: "Then what do you think this is?"
Song Yu's nails almost dug into her palms. She remembered that one year there was a heavy rainstorm and Zhou Ci had not returned home until dark and did not answer his phone. She was so anxious that she wanted to go out and look for him.
As soon as she reached the entrance, Zhou Ci, soaking wet, was huddled there in a mess. Blood was still seeping from the new wound beneath his wet hair, but he said he had fallen at the convenience store and somehow dropped his phone, which was why he hadn't answered her call.
Song Yu was so heartbroken and angry at the time that he actually ran to the store where Zhou Ci fell with an umbrella and argued with the store manager that their floor tiles were too slippery, but he never thought of checking the surveillance video of the convenience store at that time.
After a long silence, Song Yu took a deep breath and spoke again: "These injuries...are they the same as the inexplicable injuries you always had before?"
Zhou Ci didn't say anything. He was looking at Song Yu, as if trying to figure out whether she was sincere or not.
He seemed to have determined something from Song Yu's eyes, and his bent long legs suddenly pressed against Song Yu's knees. His silk pajamas were lifted up by the force, revealing the old scar on his ankle.
The old scar was already very light, but one could still see the same technique used to inflict the scar behind his ear. Zhou Ci finally spoke, "Is this important to you?"
The distant lamp stretched Song Yu's shadow, making it larger and longer, casting it on Zhou Ci. The shadow rose and fell with his breathing, like a trapped animal. He felt a creeping sadness in his heart, and stubbornly tried to define his own negligence: "How many times has this happened to you? Can you still count? What knife did you use? Did you disinfect it?"
The bergamot incense exploded with spicy particles in the air, and Zhou Ci leaned closer.
His calloused thumb entangled Song Yu's scattered hair, his breath brushing against her trembling eyelashes, her straight nose, and her rosy red lips, as if caressing a fragile treasure: "Sister, are you feeling sorry for me?"
Song Yu's voice choked with sobs: "I'm blaming myself. You were so obvious, but I didn't notice it once. I'm such a failure as a sister."
Zhou Ci's eyes were filled with an unconcealable dark tide, and his voice was filled with suppressed excitement: "Aren't you afraid? Don't you think I'm abnormal?"
"Why should I be afraid?" Song Yu looked at him with tears in her eyes. "I've never paid attention to your emotions. Do you blame me?"
This was the truth Zhou Ci feared most from Song Yu discovering. He was afraid Song Yu would think he was a pervert, a lunatic who used self-abuse to relieve his inner anger. When he was sad, he wanted to take revenge on all of humanity, to make everyone suffer with him.
But there is a red line in his heart that he knows he cannot cross. The desire in his heart is like a beam of light, illuminating his dark and twisted life, allowing him to live like a normal person.
Light cannot go hand in hand with darkness. He is not afraid of everyone staying away from him, but he is afraid that his light will leave him.
He was always worried and anxious, afraid that he would be abandoned again one day. After all, his light was so good that everyone wanted to be illuminated by it.
He was jealous of Shen Zhiyan who grew up with her, jealous of Shen Zhiyan who could occupy a corner in her heart, and he was even jealous of all those who could openly say that they liked her as a suitor.
Because he couldn't, he didn't even dare to express his feelings. He could only stay with her as a younger brother, being an obedient and caring brother.
The emotions in his heart could not be relieved, and his passionate love had nowhere to go. When it was difficult to suppress, he just wanted to hurt himself. He was afraid that she would know, but he also wanted her to know secretly.
How would she react? Would she be scared? Or would she feel sorry for him?
But she never discovered it once, and the truth always makes people helpless.
Today, the obsession that has troubled him for many years finally has an answer.
"It's not my fault, sister just doesn't like me enough."
When Song Yu heard Zhou Ci say this in a particularly calm and cold tone, her nose felt sore and the tears in her eyes could no longer be contained, and they fell down.
She was particularly beautiful when she cried, her eyes were red, and she just looked at people and shed tears silently. She had a fragile and innocent feeling that made people's hearts ache and swell. They just wanted to hold her in their arms and comfort her gently, and couldn't bear to blame her at all.
Zhou Ci clenched his fists hanging at his waist and used all his strength to restrain the impulse in his heart.
He stood up suddenly, knocking over the medicine box on the sofa. The bandages in the medicine box rolled along the floor into the deep shadows. His voice was like ice water: "It's late, go to bed early."
Song Yu was emotionally broken and couldn't speak at all.
Zhou Ci walked to the door and stopped again. After a few seconds, he turned around and said to Song Yu, who was still sad, "Mrs. Zhou, happy wedding!"
Song Yu looked at him stupidly, and it took her a long time to remember that this was the first day she and Zhou Ci had gotten married and were living together, so it was okay for Zhou Ci to say that.
So, she reciprocated the gesture: "Mr. Zhou, congratulations on your wedding!"
In the backlight, Zhou Ci seemed to smile, and his voice became lighter: "Don't cry, otherwise your eyes will be swollen when you wake up tomorrow morning. A lot of people know that today is our first day living together. If you go out with swollen eyes, they will think too much."
These words were simply terrifying. Song Yu was frightened and her tears were withdrawn too quickly. Her body couldn't keep up and she sobbed loudly.
Zhou Ci closed the door for her thoughtfully while laughing, "Mrs. Zhou, go to bed early. I'll take you to work tomorrow."
Having made such a big fool of himself, Song Yu pounded the bed in embarrassment.
She twisted and turned on the bed, twisting herself into a pretzel.
The cell phone rang and a message came in. It was from Li Yuqing, who I had just added as a friend.
If Mrs. Zhou has time to come to the company, would you like to take a look in Mr. Zhou's office drawers? I guarantee there will be a surprise!!!
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