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After applying the medicine, Yang Zheng asked Shen Anxia what she wanted to do.
It was almost eight o'clock. Shen Anxia noticed the dark circles under Yang Zheng's eyes and, being quite sleepy herself, suggested, "Why don't you go to bed earlier?"
"Okay." Yang Zheng picked up Shen Anxia with one hand like he was holding a baby, a position that wouldn't pull on the wound on her back.
Shen Anxia let out an "Eh..." and before she could refuse, Yang Zheng put her on the bed.
Shen Anxia lay down on her side.
"Do you need me to come with you?" Yang Zheng asked directly.
"Yes, it is necessary." Shen Anxia answered directly.
This incident made her extremely dependent on Yang Zheng. Having Yang Zheng around gave her a tremendous sense of security.
"I'll go take a shower and change my clothes. Wait for me."
“Okay.” Shen Anxia nodded.
Yang Zheng took a shower, changed into a set of black casual clothes, and returned to Shen Anxia's bedroom, where he saw Shen Anxia staring at him with her big eyes wide open.
"What's wrong?" Yang Zheng asked while drying his hair.
"Didn't you bring any pajamas with you on this business trip?" Shen Anxia had wanted to ask this question for a long time, but she had never been too embarrassed to ask.
"Before I came here, I thought I would be staying here, and I was afraid you would feel uncomfortable if I wore pajamas."
“I won’t feel uncomfortable, it’s not like I’m not wearing anything—you can blow-dry your hair,” Shen Anxia said.
Yang Zheng paused in drying his hair, draped a towel over himself, and walked to the dressing table to blow-dry his hair.
He realized that from now on, he would have to dry his hair first.
After drying his hair, Yang Zheng lay down next to Shen Anxia and asked, "Do you want me to turn off the light?"
"Um."
She can't sleep well when there's light.
Yang Zheng reached out and turned off the light, and Shen Anxia reached out and took his hand in the darkness.
"Won't you be afraid if we hold hands?" Yang Zheng asked the person beside him.
"Um."
"Do you want me to hold you?" Yang Zheng asked again.
"..." Shen Anxia thought for a moment and asked Yang Zheng, "But aren't you hot? You seem to sweat a lot."
Shen Anxia kept the air conditioner at 26 degrees Celsius. Yang Zheng hadn't mentioned this when he came to stay with her, but she could still tell that Yang Zheng was very hot.
You only truly understand the physical differences between men and women once you've experienced it. In terms of body temperature, strength, and stamina, they can't compare. Even if Shen Anxia exercises every day, she still can't match a man of the same age who doesn't exercise.
Yang Zheng also thought that he might accidentally touch Shen Anxia's wound, so he said, "Then let's hold hands. Don't be afraid of anything, I'm here."
Shen Anxia hummed in agreement and whispered, "Yang Zheng, I just saw a lot of my stage photos and ticket stubs on your phone."
Yang Zheng moved closer to Shen Anxia: "You saw it."
"Some of them are from last year."
Yang Zheng hummed in agreement.
They broke up last year.
But Yang Zheng would come to see her whenever she had a performance on the weekend.
He thought Anxia would continue to ask, but to his surprise, she didn't say anything more.
After waiting for a while, Yang Zheng called out, "An Xia."
"Mmm." Shen Anxia was overcome with drowsiness, her voice thick with nasal tone.
"Let's get married when we go back to Yi'an, okay?" Yang Zheng's voice was soft, drifting in the dark night.
After asking the question, Yang Zheng realized that the question was inappropriate in terms of both topic and context.
He was still thinking about whether to say something random to move on from the topic.
But surprisingly, Shen Anxia responded to him.
"good."
Yang Zheng paused, unsure whether Shen Anxia had responded unconsciously from exhaustion or understood his question and given a positive answer. Listening to her shallow but even breathing beside him, he suppressed the urge to pry and stared blankly at the pitch-black ceiling. After two days and one night without sleep, he soon fell into a deep sleep.
During the night, Shen Anxia woke up twice from a nightmare, once because her back was being pulled and she woke up in pain.
After all, a person covered in injuries can't sleep soundly.
Fortunately, Yang Zheng was right beside her.
Realizing this, Shen Anxia was able to quickly fall back asleep from her startled awakening.
As dawn broke, Shen Anxia woke up in Yang Zheng's arms, her arms wrapped around his waist, her swollen foot resting on his legs.
Shen Anxia looked at Yang Zheng and saw that he was in the same position before he went to sleep, and now that a night had passed, he was still in the same position. She wondered if he would maintain this position until dawn.
But my position was practically like I was straddling him with one leg, which was really... embarrassing.
Her cheeks were flushed, something she hadn't noticed before, but now she realized she seemed to really enjoy sleeping in this position.
Remembering that Yang Zheng would call out to her every time she had the worst nightmare last night, and recalling that she hadn't been able to sleep well for a long time, Shen Anxia quietly looked up at Yang Zheng's still sleeping face. She gently, very gently, raised her arms and legs to try to move, but this exertion immediately aggravated her injury.
Enduring the pain, she tried to move back, but Yang Zheng immediately tightened his grip on her neck. The leg that tried to quietly move away was also grabbed by his other hand, pulled back, and placed back on his lap.
Shen Anxia: "..."
"Where do you want to go?" Yang Zheng's hoarse and deep voice came from above.
Shen Anxia found Yang Zheng's tone incredibly seductive; his voice was particularly magnetic, but he must still be half asleep.
She whispered, "I want to turn over."
Upon hearing this, Yang Zheng slowly opened his eyes and looked at Shen Anxia: "You woke up in pain every time you turned over last night."
Shen Anxia: "..."
"So you've imprisoned me on top of you and won't let me turn over?" Shen Anxia asked, amused.
"Imprisonment?" Yang Zheng opened his eyes, as if only then realizing that Shen Anxia was referring to their current position. He corrected her, "It's because you insisted on riding on me in the middle of the night. I wanted to turn to the side and hug you, but you wouldn't, you just wouldn't."
"Ride...you mean...me?" Shen Anxia was utterly stunned. Didn't she know how well she slept? What nonsense was this person spouting with such a straight face?
"Not only that, you also insist on putting your hand inside my T-shirt and touching me. I told you not to hug me like this." Yang Zheng said seriously, with a hint of helplessness, as if he was accusing Shen Anxia of being too demanding.
Shen Anxia: "..."
Looking at the hand still holding her calf, Shen Anxia decided to do as Yang Zheng suggested. She silently slipped her hand inside Yang Zheng's black T-shirt, touching his chest and moving upwards, avoiding sensitive areas.
As Shen Anxia's hand slid upwards, she slowly said, "I'm not sure about what happened in the middle of the night, but since you brought it up, I still want to experience what it felt like."
Yang Zheng's muscles suddenly tensed up: "..."
At this moment, there wasn't a single insensitive part of his body. He was already stunned when Shen Anxia's hand slid into his T-shirt. As Shen Anxia's soft fingertips moved upwards little by little, Yang Zheng almost couldn't control the deep breath that was about to spill from his throat. He released Shen Anxia's snow-white and soft slender legs, grabbed Shen Anxia's hand that he could no longer bear through the T-shirt, and flipped over, and the two of them immediately switched positions.
Shen Anxia touched her wound and frowned.
"Did you touch the wound?" Yang Zheng was about to get up to check when Shen Anxia's hand reached out from under his T-shirt and wrapped around his neck.
Yang Zheng's rationality instantly soared to the heavens. In front of him was the girl he had loved for many years, the person whose mere sight would stir his heart, cause him pain, and make his heart flutter. Now that the girl had taken the initiative to invite him, how could he remain a gentleman? He kissed her directly.
With one long, slender finger supporting Shen Anxia's neck, the other hand gently caressed and kneaded her soft, slender waist.
The two were pressed tightly together, and Shen Anxia could clearly feel the change in Yang Zheng's body. His previous initiative had turned into some nervousness, but fortunately, Yang Zheng did not make any further moves.
Shen Anxia flinched slightly. Yang Zheng opened his eyes and released her. He raised his head slightly and looked at Shen Anxia, his eyes almost overflowing with desire. He gently kissed Shen Anxia's forehead, rested his head on Shen Anxia's shoulder, and complained in a hoarse voice, "Anxia, if you keep doing this, I will break my promise to you."
Shen Anxia's cheeks flushed pink as she softly said, "As you said, I have to touch you in the middle of the night, right? Then why didn't you break your promise?"
Yang Zheng: "..."
"I was wrong," Yang Zheng apologized sincerely.
Shen Anxia's lips curved into a slight smile.
Yang Zheng nestled against her neck and asked, "An Xia, do you remember what you promised me last night?"
"Hmm?" Shen Anxia didn't know which matter he was referring to.
"Never mind, I'll go prepare breakfast." Yang Zheng stopped talking about marriage. He felt that such an important matter should be discussed in a formal setting.
He stood up and helped Shen Anxia up, asking, "Would you like to stay in the bedroom or go to the living room?"
"Let's go to the living room! The laptop is in the living room." Shen Anxia felt that she should get a driver's license as soon as possible, because if she could drive herself, this wouldn't have happened.
Yang Zheng carried Shen Anxia to the living room. Breakfast was quick, and the two ate. Shen Anxia found some driving test questions online to practice, while Yang Zheng made a phone call to his boss in the bedroom, briefly reporting on the training and the need to request annual leave due to some unforeseen circumstances.
Yang Zheng's supervisor and his father had a good relationship, and since Ding Fei had also asked for leave for Yang Zheng that morning, they didn't ask any questions and approved the leave directly.
After hanging up, Yang Zheng called Director Chen of the Public Security Bureau to inquire about the progress of the case and mentioned that he would go over the next morning.
After leaving the bedroom, I saw that Shen Anxia was diligently memorizing the questions for her driving test. Without disturbing her, I went to the kitchen to prepare lunch.
The two spent the whole day in Shen Anxia's rented room, each busy with their own things. In the evening, Yang Zheng finished cleaning up the kitchen waste and threw it downstairs before coming back to test Shen Anxia.
"The top student didn't get a single question wrong," Yang Zheng praised.
Shen Anxia said proudly, "That's right, I'm a professional at learning things."
"Do we really have to go to the troupe tomorrow?" Yang Zheng felt a pang of pain in his heart whenever he thought about leaving Shen Anxia to face all this alone.
"Of course I'm going! I should definitely make the most of my last time with the Xinfeng Dance Troupe."
“But… with all these injuries, everyone will definitely ask you questions. I don’t want you to face them. Besides, the person behind this hasn’t been found yet. If something else happens to you, Anxia, I’m afraid I…”
“Yang Zheng,” Shen Anxia interrupted Yang Zheng, taking his hand and speaking with a firm and strong tone, “Don’t be afraid. This is a coincidence and an accident. The other party does not want to kill me. I guess they just want more time for the interview that night. And if I show up tomorrow with these injuries, it will be enough to throw them off balance.”
Yang Zheng was still worried. He sighed, "I really want to go back to Yi'an as soon as possible."
"Yes, this matter is resolved. Let's go back together," Shen Anxia comforted the person who seemed somewhat anxious at the moment.
Shen Anxia thought for a moment and then asked, "The secretary that my eldest and second brothers mentioned, they probably didn't tell our regiment's leaders about this, right?"
“Hmm,” Yang Zheng said, “They didn’t specifically mention it, which means the secretary didn’t mention it either, so your group probably doesn’t know about this yet.”
Shen Anxia felt relieved: "That's good."
This way, she can better test the people in the group.
It would be bad to alert the enemy.
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