Chapter 168 Husband 5
Wen Hui keenly noticed the changes in Zheng Song - he had lost his appetite since yesterday.
The heavy garbage bag, a black drawstring, was securely tied at the top. Wen Hui noticed the weight was off and could faintly smell food. She opened the bag and found it was indeed filled with undigested food.
Worry made her ignore the doubts - even if the time was short, how could the food swallowed be vomited out intact?
Zheng Song ate his meal slowly. He drank a mouthful of porridge, took a small bite of a bun, and only touched the other dishes with his chopsticks. There was a dish of stir-fried river shrimp on the table, which Zheng Song loved. Wen Hui picked up the golden and shiny river shrimp and put it in front of Zheng Song.
"I made this especially for you, please eat more."
Zheng Song thanked her, "Okay, Huihui." He opened his mouth and ate it.
Wen Hui found his way of speaking strange. She had lived with Zheng Song for half a year and was familiar with his behavior and lifestyle. In the past, when she served him food, he would either say, "Eat it yourself, no need to give it to me," or, "Thank you, you eat too." But when he said "OK," which was actually nothing special, he added the interjection "né" after it.
Therefore, it shows a bit of intimacy and tenderness.
Wen Hui lowered her eyes in thought, her dense eyelashes fluttering gently like butterfly wings. Her dining posture was very correct, her back straight, her neck slightly bent, like a graceful swan in a clear lake, her furrowed brows revealing a hint of doubt.
Suddenly, a pair of chopsticks extended in front of her interrupted her thoughts. She looked over in surprise. Zheng Song stared at her intently, his chopsticks holding a floret of broccoli. "You're eating too, Huihui. I witnessed that car accident on Qinghai Road yesterday, and I've been feeling lethargic and have lost my appetite."
The cauliflower on the chopsticks was fed into Wen Hui's mouth. They were husband and wife, so they didn't shy away from the question of whether the chopsticks had been used before. Inevitably, the chopsticks were put into Wen Hui's mouth. Zheng Song glanced at her, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on Wen Hui's oily lips.
He said apologetically, "I vomited last night. I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry." He tilted his head slightly and promised solemnly, "It's my fault. I should have thrown away the garbage bag in time. I won't do it again next time."
Wen Hui's doubts faded into the background, even overlooking the connection between "witnessing a car accident" and "feeling depressed." Zheng Song was a man of strong mental abilities. Like his teacher, he had his own dedicated counselor, along with counseling sessions, to help him work through his pent-up negative emotions. Zheng Song had always been emotionally stable in this regard, so how could he have been so depressed?
Wen Hui said, "You work so hard, how can I ask you to take out the trash? Just let me take care of the housework. If you feel uncomfortable in your appetite, tell me." The table was full of dishes with plenty of oil and salt. She said in annoyance, "...I'll cook you another light dish." Then she stood up and walked towards the kitchen.
Zheng Song: "Don't do it anymore. I'm already full." He licked the blood off the food until not a drop was left. He was really full. Wen Hui stood at the kitchen door, thin and small. The incandescent light outlined the woman's slender curve. She looked a little tired. He said: "Housework is also very hard. We are husband and wife, I have to share the burden with you."
Wen Hui didn't go back into the kitchen. She sat down next to Zheng Song, looking at his gentle, smiling face. She felt a softness in her heart. Zheng Song worked outside to earn money, while she took care of the housework at home. Who had it easy? But she also needed her family's approval. Zheng Song's words soothed her heart, and she couldn't help but move closer to him. The man's indulgent attitude gave her courage, and she kissed his face with a "smack".
Zheng Song had a smile on his face.
A scarlet sticky substance squirmed out of the trouser leg and slowly spread to the soles of Wen Hui's feet, wrapped around her slippers, and unconsciously covered the inside of the slippers. It came into contact with the soles of Wen Hui's feet, just like in a dream, Wen Hui was stepping on his flesh and blood, and his blood was pulsating on the soles of her feet.
Wen Hui was unable to drink the bag of Chinese medicine she brought home.
She only dared to complain in her heart. In fact, every time Wen Hui's mother-in-law got some folk remedy, she would give it to Wen Hui in person, and would also call Zheng Song to ask him to supervise Wen Hui to drink it every day. Zheng Song was afraid of his mother's nagging, so he naturally agreed.
Zheng Song was in his thirties, and Wen Hui understood his urgency. She always gritted her teeth and drank, but they had only been married for half a year, so why was he so anxious?
Tonight. Wen Hui found the small pot for boiling medicine, and the messy herbs were piled together randomly. When the steam came out, Zheng Song smelled the smell and came in. He asked her what she was drinking. Wen Hui said that her mother asked her to drink it to regulate her body.
Zheng Song was unusually assertive. He carried the pot, poured out the medicine, and took the initiative to take out the trash. The man in the suit stood straight, his face showing the weakness of not having had enough rest. He opened the door and said, "You're very healthy. Don't drink too much. It smells terrible."
Wen Hui felt that Zheng Song had become a completely different person!
Wen Hui was still a little dazed when Zheng Song threw away the garbage and went home. Like a vigilant kitten, she rushed to the door when she heard it open. She didn't get very close, but her hands grasped the corner of the wall, revealing half of her body. Zheng Song walked into the room wrapped in the cool night breeze. As soon as he closed the door, Wen Hui was in front of him, looking up at him with bright eyes, "You're back!"
Zheng Song's body, stiffened from excessive tension, slowly relaxed. The sticky substance that had flowed out of his trouser legs rubbed back into his body. If he had been faster, Wen Hui would have been strangled in his flesh. He was very vigilant.
Zheng Song nodded.
Wen Hui took his arm and walked into the bedroom. There was a separate bathroom in the bedroom. She closed the door shyly and said shyly, "Shall we sleep together tonight?"
Zheng Song said yes.
Wen Hui went into the bathroom full of joy and sent Zheng Song to the bathroom in the living room to wash up. She actually wanted to wash together with Zheng Song, but she was afraid of leaving an improper impression on Zheng Song. They had been married for half a year, but they had sex very few times, and they could count them on one's fingers. As the warm water washed over her, Wen Hui's fatigue dissipated.
Wen Hui was wearing a carefully selected silk dress, pure white in color, with lace hanging down the hem. The close-fitting style outlined the beautiful curves of a woman. The neckline was a round arc, and her black and smooth hair draped on both sides of her shoulders formed a strong visual impact with her fair skin under the light.
Wen Hui left the bathroom expectantly. Zheng Song lay in the quilt outside her, his cat-like eyes looking at her coldly. Wen Hui's excited mood suddenly cooled down.
We agreed to sleep together.
What does he mean?
Wen Hui bit her lip, looked at the unconscious Zheng Song with resentment, and crawled into her bed with her back to Zheng Song.
"It's time to go to bed. Turn off the lights."
Zheng Song replied gently, "Okay, Huihui."
Wen Hui bit her lips hard and turned off the bedside lamp with a click!
Life with Zheng Song was peaceful without any disturbances. In Wen Hui's heart, the two of them fell in love and got married, but they lived like they were just living together. Her heart seemed to be soaked in ice-cold lake water. She waited until Zheng Song finally relaxed. He was so gentle and intimate when he called her name with two characters in it. She kissed him outside the bedroom, on the sofa and at the dining table. He didn't act like an elder and scold her, but sank into the love with her. He has changed too, hasn't he?
Wen Hui thought about it over and over again but couldn't figure it out.
In the dark and silent environment, Zheng Song's voice rang out, his tone intimate and gentle: "It's already very late. Huihui, can't sleep?" He paused for a moment, thinking about something: "Good night."
Wen Hui was bewildered by the "ne" at the end of his voice. She flung aside her own covers and dove into his, hugging him around the waist. His waist was brimming with strength. At first glance, it looked narrow, but in reality, thin muscles were evenly distributed, not too muscular, nor too thin. His skin was firm and smooth. She tightened her arms, buried her head in his arms, and closed her eyes, pretending to sleep.
In fact, the heart was pounding.
Afraid that he would scold me.
She was also afraid that he would look at her with contempt, as if what she had done was so outrageous, so wanton.
Wen Hui, with her human sensitivity, didn't feel the blade of death brush against her neck. The scarlet flesh, which could multiply infinitely and kill her in an instant, nearly strangled her. Zheng Song's expression was filled with pain. He hugged his wife, feeling her fragile trembling in his arms. He gathered the spilled scarlet flesh and sighed like a human.
He smelled jasmine.
He put the tip of his nose to the top of her hair and sniffed deeply. Huihui was his wife. He had to remember this smell. She was so...
Zheng Song paused for a moment. He was not very familiar with the words in human society. He thought about it for a moment and came up with a very appropriate word - passion.
His wife is so enthusiastic.
Wen Hui felt Zheng Song's response, although it was different from what she had imagined, but his tightened embrace was like a warm harbor. She was wrapped in the man's arms, her cheek against his chest, her heartbeat sounded in her ears, and she smiled with satisfaction.
Tighten your arms even more.
Zheng Song was stunned for a moment, then he imitated her, turned sideways, and put his arms around her body.
“Good night, Huihui.”
Zheng Song opened his eyes, the scent of jasmine lingering in his nostrils. He absorbed the information about human society in his mind with a little greed. His pupils blinked slowly for a moment, and he sighed slowly as Wen Hui gradually fell asleep.
Wen Hui was as fragile as a small flower by the roadside. A stronger wind, a heavier rain, or a step by someone on the roadside, and the flower would wither. She posed no threat to him at all. Besides, his stomach was full, and he suddenly didn't want to eat the woman in his arms.
——She is his wife.
Zheng Song tightened his grip. Immersed in the stillness of the night, Wen Hui's scent permeating the air, he felt a rare sense of security. A pool of blood-like sticky substance spread and squirmed across the bed, gradually enveloping Wen Hui. He was extremely careful to avoid Wen Hui's mouth, nose, and her fragile neck.
Wen Hui's face was calm as she fell asleep, and she occasionally murmured softly.
Zheng Song listened intently, his heart once again trembling at the thought of her being his wife. Such a fragile wife. He couldn't help but tighten his arms around her. Thinking of Wen Hui's passionate kiss, his thin face flushed slightly in the moonlight.
Huihui loves him very much.
He has to protect her too.
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