Back at the hotel, Zhou Siyu insisted on taking a shower. Yu Wei couldn't refuse, and not wanting to touch his wound, he could only wet a towel and wipe his body through the blanket.
But Zhou Siyu kept joking, making Yu Wei blush. However, he still remembered the doctor's instructions and recited the Heart-Cleansing Mantra 100,000 times before wiping Yu Wei's body.
Why is your face so red?
Zhou Siyu finished dressing, leaned against the headboard, pinched Yu Wei's chin with one hand, and spoke with a wicked smile.
"It's a bit hot..."
Yu Wei lowered his eyes helplessly. What to do when his wife always likes to act like a hooligan? Just play along!
"It's hot? Why don't you turn on the air conditioner?"
"You're not healthy enough to be in air conditioning."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Yu Wei froze on the spot, a few fragments flashing through his mind.
"What's wrong?" Zhou Siyu immediately sat up and looked at him with concern.
“I… I remembered something.” Yu Wei lowered her eyes. “You… never loved me at all before?”
"I……"
Zhou Siyu was deeply hurt by Yu Wei's dejected expression, but she didn't know how to respond.
At that time, he was focused on getting a divorce. When he wasn't in his most vulnerable period, he would often go out and have fun under the guise of socializing. He would not refuse any beautiful Alphas or Omegas, but due to system restrictions, he never stayed out overnight.
“I saw it. I remembered your favorite color and your favorite dishes very carefully.” Yu Wei shook his head with his eyes closed. “You’re not in good health. You get sick when the indoor temperature is below 20 degrees or above 25 degrees. You’re allergic to caffeine but like to drink coffee in the morning to stay awake. I have to change it to milk for you.”
"You like to eat sweets, but you often have toothaches and don't want to see a doctor, so I can't give you too many sweets."
I wrote you a letter, but I forgot where I put it.
Yu Wei frowned. Where had he put that letter?
After he and Yu Wei were forcibly separated, they both developed their own consciousness. At first, they communicated through letters, and later they began to chat in their minds.
“I’ve seen that letter.” Zhou Siyu’s eyes reddened. “It’s in the cabinet in the hospital room.”
Yu Wei said a lot in the letter. He said that he knew he looked strong, but was actually very weak and cowardly. He was afraid to make choices and was always indecisive. He could not protect Zhou Siyu, nor could he protect anyone.
He could win battles, but he couldn't dispel the shadow of war; he held weapons, but he couldn't protect those around him.
He couldn't make Zhou Siyu a promise; his only promise in this life was to fight for the Alliance. Ironically, he didn't even know why he was fighting. For the interests of the major families? For the safety of the common people? For the stability of the Alliance?
The alliance overthrew their rule and occupied their land. It is only natural for them to harbor resentment and want to take back their land. Why should they be called rebels?
He wanted to know who was right and who was wrong, but he was busy and confused all day long.
"Perhaps this world isn't right for me, but it's more right for him. I wanted to ask him to take care of you, and he agreed. Goodbye, perhaps we'll meet again in another way."
From childhood, he was required to be a person who saw things in black and white, but the world is not as black and white as he imagined.
He pursued a clear distinction between black and white, explored the boundary between them, and ultimately got lost in the black and white world.
"Tsk, I've actually written such sentimental stuff before?"
Yu Wei looked at him with some disdain. He was a majestic Alliance star, so why was he acting like an artsy young man?
You don't even like yourself?
Zhou Siyu forced back her tears. This person was indeed still clueless about romance, as straightforward as ever.
"Of course, who doesn't dislike a simp?"
Yu Wei despised his former self from the bottom of his heart. He was timid and hesitant, afraid to touch the duck that was already in his hands, and wouldn't open his mouth even when it was fed to him.
If it were him, he would first catch the duck, take it home, boil water, pluck its feathers, and cook it into a fait accompli. Whether Zhou Siyu likes it or not is another matter; as long as he likes it, that's fine.
"You really are... when you get ruthless, you even curse yourself."
Zhou Siyu rubbed his eyes and lay down in the quilt. He finally understood. Yu Wei was a proud, narcissistic, and arrogant young master at heart. He not only looked down on others, but also on himself.
After taking a shower, Yu Wei noticed that Zhou Siyu seemed to be asleep. He turned off the light and tiptoed into bed.
As soon as he lay down, an arm was draped over his waist.
"Aren't you going to sleep yet?"
"Waiting for you to come together."
Zhou Siyu wrapped her arms around Yu Wei's waist, buried her head in his chest, and smelled the scent of his shower gel.
"I can't sleep." Zhou Siyu raised her eyes. "Why don't you release some pheromones so I can smell them? Uncle Lin said that Lianmu grass has a calming and sleep-inducing effect."
"Really? How come I didn't know that?"
Yu Wei narrowed his eyes, understanding Zhou Siyu's little scheme, and chuckled, "In exchange, you let me smell the orchids too, how about it?"
"No problem." Zhou Siyu hugged Yu Wei tightly and kissed his face in the dark. "You have to smell it well."
The clock ticks steadily and rhythmically, from the starting point to the end point, and then from the end point to the next starting point, without ever stopping.
The birds outside the window were having a meeting early in the morning, chirping and chattering incessantly. Zhou Siyu moved her eyelids and slowly opened her eyes.
He was wrong. He'd never flirt with Yu Wei again. He was a beast! A shameless scoundrel! He wouldn't even let himself off the hook when he was injured. As a result, he slept for a whole day and night—what a tragedy! Why is Yu Wei so energetic?!
There was a knock on the door. Zhou Siyu narrowed his eyes and reached out to push the person next to him, but he missed.
She swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue. Zhou Siyu endured the discomfort, sat up, moved to the wardrobe, found some clothes, put them on, and, supporting her back, shakily went to open the door.
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