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The next day, Wu Meilai woke up from the heat, feeling as if she were strapped into a tub of hot water. She twisted her body uncomfortably, and the rope around her waist tightened even more.
I raised my eyelids hard, and in my hazy vision I saw a white neck.
? !
Wu Meilai tried to push the man away, but found that her hands had been pulled behind her back and her wrists were clamped by the man.
It was only then that she noticed the posture of the two people: with her hands tied behind her back and her waist being held, she could only hold her chest up and face Zhou Qianling tightly.
How... did it become like this?
Last night, after lights out, Zhou Qianling complained about being cold. She thought, "Well, if there's another person between us, it's going to be a bit of a leak." So she moved closer to Zhou Qianling, their shoulders touching.
She thought she would finally be able to sleep, but after a while, her phone started ringing non-stop. She took a look and saw that it was Liu Guiyan and her friends' phone numbers, either texting or calling. She knew what they were about.
Considering that Zhou Qianling was next to her, she didn't want to answer the call, but her years of obedience made her stand up and check her phone from time to time.
When she reached for her phone again, Zhou Qianling suddenly grabbed her wrist and whispered, "Can't help playing with your phone? Let me help you."
Her voice was slightly hoarse, and to Wu Meilai it sounded like deep weariness, just as gentle and lazy as the movements of her hands.
Zhou Qianling turned her over, hugged her from behind, and slowly covered the back of her hand with his palm. His five fingers squeezed between her fingers and squeezed tightly.
"That way, you won't pick up your phone anymore."
The voice was very close to her, almost touching her ear. Although the tone was clearly serious, she could only hear a hint of a smile, like a small hook, which made the muscles connected to her lower back tingle and tremble.
Wu Meilai suddenly felt that the blanket was too hot, so hot that it made her face burn. She also felt that the night was so quiet that saying one more word would be disturbing. So she just responded with a low "hmm".
“It feels like I’m holding a stove, so comfortable.”
Zhou Qianling yawned slightly, tightened his hands around Wu Meilai's abdomen, and found a comfortable position for his head on the back of her neck, then fell asleep leaning against her.
The gentle breathing hits the spine, again and again.
Sometimes it is warm, sometimes it is chilly, making the heart beat faster and slower.
Wu Mei had never slept with anyone since she could remember. Zhou Qianling was the first one. She was worried about insomnia beforehand, but she actually slept until dawn.
So...why on earth do I wake up in this position?
Wu Mei tried to grab her wrist, but the man's fingers tightened even more.
"Qian...ling?" Wu Meilai called softly. The two words went around in her mouth for a while before she uttered them slowly, with a hint of inexplicable shame.
Rural people, especially antiques like Wu Meilai, are not used to calling each other by their first names. If they are classmates, they will call each other by their first names. If they have been friends since childhood, they will call each other by their nicknames.
Qianling, I always feel that it is a bit too intimate.
Plus the current situation...
Fortunately, Wu Meilai nowadays doesn’t know what controlled play is.
She raised her eyes to glance at Zhou Qianling. His lips were pursed, his brows were slightly furrowed, and there was no sign of him waking up.
"Qianling?" After getting used to it, Wu Meilai called out to him more fluently and her voice was a little louder.
The clamping hand trembled slightly, and Zhou Qianling's brows frowned even deeper.
Are you having a nightmare?
Wu Meilai twisted her wrist to break free from her grip and wanted to pat her to comfort her, but stopped mid-air.
Zhou Qianling opened her eyes, their gaze colder than the water in December. After a moment's pause, she took in the person before her and smiled softly, "Good morning." Her curved eyes seemed filled with the gentle light of dawn.
It seems that what happened just now was just an illusion.
Wu Meilai had no intention of exploring because they were so close that the other person's warm breath could feel on her forehead.
Her hand, which was suspended in the air, pushed Zhou Qianling's shoulder and pushed her away with a little force: "You sleep a little longer, I'll go downstairs to buy breakfast."
As he stood up, the soft black hair brushed across his fingertips, causing a tingling sensation.
Zhou Qianling couldn't help but move his fingers, and after the door opened and closed, the room returned to silence.
Zhou Qianling clenched his wrist, stood up and looked out the window at the endless white, empty, quiet and cold.
It snowed in the latter half of the night.
She dreamed of some unpleasant things again.
A sudden trail of footprints appeared outside the window. He opened it and looked down. It was Wu Mei. She shook off the snow that had fallen from the eaves and waved the steamed buns in her hand towards Zhou Qianling.
Although he is in his twenties, his smile is as clean and pure as a child's, as flawless as the snow blanket around him.
Zhou Qianling shrank back, touched the tip of his nose, and felt a rare sense of guilt.
Last night, Wu Meilai, perhaps feeling overheated, kept pushing her. Zhou Qianling, of course, refused to let go, simply cuffing her two resisting paws behind her back and pulling her tightly into his arms.
The soft touch and the scent of oranges made her...feel a little emotional.
The door was pushed open, and the snowy air, carrying the aroma of noodles and oranges, rushed into the house.
Zhou Qianling regained his gentle and carefree smile and gently wiped the water droplets and snow particles from her hair.
After taking a bite of the plump white bun, the sesame filling inside slowly flows out, and it is very sweet.
Zhou Qianling took a sip of soy milk and suggested, "Shall we build a snowman later?"
Wu Meilai paused in her slow chewing, and after a while she said, "I have to get some medicine for my mother. She should have run out of it today."
Her main task in going to the street this time was to get medicine for Liu Guiyan.
"Is that so...drag you shopping yesterday, was it okay?"
Shake your head.
Zhou Qianling felt relieved, finished his meal in a few bites, and followed Wu Mei to check out.
The old doctor's house was about three kilometers from the street, and with the journey back to the village, the two of them walked from morning till night before reaching home. Zhou Qianling's legs were almost broken from walking, and next time, she wouldn't walk to a place, let alone hold hands, even to kiss.
Standing on the dam and waving goodbye to Wu Meilai, Zhou Qianling walked into the house leaning on a broken branch. As soon as she entered the door, she saw Zhou Fang staring at her.
"Mom, are you talking to my aunt?" Zhou Qianling felt guilty after being stared at. He said hello casually and went back to the bedroom to have a rest. Unexpectedly, he pressed down on something soft as he lay down.
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Wu Meilai is used to walking on mountain roads, and she doesn't look tired even when carrying large and small bags.
When she climbed up the mountainside, she saw her brother on all fours, fighting with a big rooster in the dam. The rooster was no match for him, and when he saw Wu Mei coming, he flapped his wings and stretched his head towards her aggressively. When he flew away, Wu Mei kicked him into the chicken coop.
"Wu Han, you are looking for death. I told you not to hit the chicken!" Wu Baizi heard the loud crowing of a chicken, limped out and yelled, with a kitchen knife in his hand.
Seeing this, Wu Han hurriedly stood up and ran away, pointing at Wu Mei and then at the chicken coop.
When Wu Baizi saw Wu Mei coming, he stopped caring about the chicken and started cursing: "God damn it, you still remember to come back and take two days to buy medicine? Come on, let me see what medicine you spent hundreds of dollars on!"
After saying that, he limped towards her with a knife in his hand. His posture was really scary. Wu Meilai's heart tightened and she ran away a few steps.
Inside the room, Liu Guiyan happened to be groaning, "Little one is back? Change the medicine for me."
When Wu Baizi heard his wife's voice, he cursed her as a lazy bum, threw the knife to the ground, and went to find some wine to drink.
Seeing him walk away, Wu Meilai picked up the knife silently and went into the house.
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