52. Not as pretty as you
In the evening, after Ling Ling helped Yu Chuanbei wash up, she sent him to bed. "Okay, sleep well, I'm going home." Ling Ling helped Yu Chuanbei, who was leaning on the head of the bed, to pull up the quilt. "Home? Which home?" Yu Chuanbei looked at her in surprise. "Where I used to live." Ling Ling thought he was making a fuss. Yu Chuanbei's face wrinkled in disappointment, "This is your home, isn't it good for you to live here?" "I told you, being in love doesn't mean living together, and living together doesn't mean getting married. I don't want to live with you for no reason. And we've only been in love for two days, are you going to ruin this wonderful time with the trivialities of living together?" Ling Ling was still stubborn. Yu Chuanbei's disappointment turned into regret: "Oh, if I had known this would happen, I might as well not leave the hospital and continue sleeping next to the bloody body. Although he is on the left, at least you are on the right." Ling Ling was amused by him, and touched his hair soothingly and said: "I've been in the hospital for two days. Now I just want to go back to take a hot shower and change clothes. I will be here before you wake up tomorrow morning. What do you want for breakfast tomorrow morning?" "I just want to eat you." Yu Chuanbei pulled her over, and with her scream, he pressed her under him. He pressed his lips on hers without hesitation and kissed her passionately. He felt her body slowly soften, and his kiss moved to her ear. He said in a low voice: "Would you like to stay tonight? You can take a hot shower here, and there is a bathtub to soak in. You will definitely like it." Ling Ling, however, became alert without understanding the situation. She pushed him away, withdrew her body, turned her back to him with uneven breathing, and tidied her hair that was messed up by him. "I, I'd better go first." She didn't dare to look at his fiery eyes again and ran out the door. *~*~*~*~*~*~~ The next day, Ling Ling really arrived at Yu Chuanbei's house before he woke up, and she only took a large tote bag. The thing that took up the most space in it was not the clothes, but the laptop. Yu Chuanbei had no choice but to comfort himself helplessly - it was good to see her as soon as he opened his eyes. Ling Ling bought bread and made him a sandwich at home, which was considered breakfast. "My cooking skills can only solve the problem of food and clothing, not the taste. The difficulty limit of the meal I can cook is sandwiches. So what do you want to eat for lunch? I'll order takeout for you." Ling Ling said frankly. Yu Chuanbei ate with relish. After thinking for a while, he said, "Dan Dan noodles." "You have a lot of scratches and bruises on your body that haven't healed yet. Eating such spicy food...
In the evening, Ling Ling helped Yu Chuanbei wash up and sent him to bed.
"Okay, sleep well, I'm going home." Ling Ling helped Yu Chuanbei, who was leaning on the head of the bed, to pull up the quilt.
"Go home? Which home?" Yu Chuanbei looked at her in surprise.
"That's where I used to live." Ling Ling thought he was making a fuss out of nothing.
Yu Chuanbei's face wrinkled in disappointment. "This is your home, isn't it good for you to live here?"
"I've told you before, being in love doesn't mean living together, and living together doesn't mean getting married. I don't want to live with you for no reason. Besides, we've only been in love for two days, and you're going to ruin this wonderful time with the trivialities of living together?" Ling Ling was still stubborn.
Yu Chuanbei's disappointment turned into regret: "Alas, if I had known this would happen, I would have stayed in the hospital and continued to sleep next to the bloody body. Even though he's on my left, at least you're on my right."
Ling Ling was amused by him. She stroked his hair soothingly and said, "I've been in the hospital for two days. Now I just want to go back, take a hot shower, and change clothes. I will be here tomorrow morning before you wake up. What do you want for breakfast tomorrow morning?"
"I just want to eat you." Yu Chuanbei pulled her over, and with her scream, he pressed her under him. He pressed his lips against hers without hesitation, kissing her passionately. He felt her body slowly soften, and his kiss moved to her ear. He said in a low voice, "Would you like to stay tonight? You can take a hot shower here, and there's a bathtub for you to soak in. You'll definitely like it."
Ling Ling, however, became alert without understanding the situation. She pushed him away, pulled out her body, and turned her back to him with uneven breathing, tidying up her hair that he had messed up.
"I, I'd better leave first." She didn't dare to look at his fiery eyes again and ran out the door.
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The next day, Ling Ling really arrived at Chuanbei's house before he woke up, and she only brought a large tote bag. The thing that took up the most space in the bag was not the clothes, but the laptop.
Yu Chuanbei had no choice but to comfort himself helplessly - it was also good to be able to see her as soon as he opened his eyes.
Ling Ling bought some bread and made him a sandwich at home as breakfast.
"My cooking skills can only satisfy your hunger, not your taste. The difficulty limit of the meal I can make is sandwiches. So, what do you want to eat for lunch? I'll order takeout for you." Ling Ling said frankly.
Yu Chuanbei ate with gusto. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Let's have Dandan noodles."
"You have a lot of scrapes and bruises that haven't healed yet. Is it okay for you to eat something so spicy?"
"You're hot too, it doesn't matter if I eat you."
Ling Ling rolled her eyes at him and said, "This joke is not funny at all."
Yu Chuanbei said seriously, "This isn't a joke, but a painful personal experience of mine. That time I forcefully kissed you, didn't you bite me hard? The next day, Zheng Hong wanted to apologize, so he ordered me a bowl of dandan noodles. And then—just imagine how that felt—"
"Haha!" Ling Ling couldn't stop laughing this time.
Their phones started ringing, and they realized it was time to work. Ling Ling was replying to various @s in the work group, while Yu Chuanbei was answering work emails one by one.
"Sorry--" they said to each other almost at the same time, and then looked at each other and smiled bitterly.
"I left in a hurry the day before yesterday, and I have a lot of work that I didn't have time to hand over and need to catch up today. Although my leave extends into the National Day holiday, I guess I'll have to work overtime during these seven days."
Yu Chuanbei said helplessly, "It's about the same for me. Americans don't celebrate our National Day, and I have an international meeting in an hour to do a quarterly summary."
"Then go and get ready. I'll bring you some fruit later." She pushed him into the study and went to wash the cherries she had bought that morning.
When she brought the fruit plate into the study, she found him leaning on a cane to look for information on the bookshelf. "Let me help you." She was afraid that he couldn't do it on one leg, so she wanted to help him.
But this guy leaned against her and flirted with her, saying, "It's only my legs that are broken, everything else is fine!"
"You're so capable, then eat it yourself!" Ling Ling pushed the fruit plate into his hands, turned around and left in a bad mood, slamming the door.
Yu Chuanbei looked at the bright red cherries in the crystal fruit bowl, his smile growing wider.
However, during this Golden Week holiday, apart from this kind of flirting, they did not have any other milestone-making entertainment.
Ling Ling was extremely self-disciplined, coming in early and leaving late, taking him for checkups and dressing changes, fulfilling all the duties of a girlfriend except for sex. Yu Chuanbei had no way to deal with her, and amused himself by playing the bad boy in front of her.
It was a rare day of leisure, and they couldn't waste the first long holiday during their passionate love period, so Lingling suggested going to Yanqing to see the reed marshes.
After two follow-up examinations, Yu Chuanbei's legs no longer needed protective gear, but he still insisted on wearing it before leaving.
"Don't you feel bored?" Ling Ling didn't understand his insistence.
"Then I have to wear it too. When you pushed me downstairs yesterday to bask in the sun, did you notice the way the old ladies in the square looked at us? 'How could such a good girl end up with a cripple?' The subtext in their eyes couldn't be more obvious. I have to wear this protective gear to show that my lameness is just temporary and that I'm worthy of you."
Ling Ling thought his childish idea was really funny, but she cooperated and put the protective gear on his legs again.
Yu Chuanbei's legs were not yet able to drive, so Ling Ling drove slowly, but when he saw that she was driving crookedly, Yu Chuanbei was so nervous that he broke out in a sweat.
"I just survived a car accident and now I have post-traumatic stress disorder. Can you, can you really drive?"
"Of course I can. I'm an experienced driver. I've renewed my driver's license once when it expired. Sometimes when Longjia gets drunk and no one cares about him, I even drive his Lamborghini to take him home. I drive slowly, and many road rage offenders come over and curse at me. They all curse at the same things I usually want to curse at the car owner. It's quite satisfying to hear." Ling Ling said it with a casual tone to ease his tension, but in fact, her palms were sweating and the steering wheel was a little slippery.
After driving for three hours, they finally arrived at their destination. This was not a scenic spot, but just a wild lake with no tourists at all.
Ling Ling pushed him onto the wooden bridge and said behind him, "I came here alone to collect folk songs before, and it felt really good. That time in Sichuan, you took me to see your favorite place, and now I'm taking you to my favorite place in Beijing!"
Looking around, the reeds swaying in the wind, with their pale yellow velvet ears stretched out, look like the surging body of a joyful woman.
Yu Chuanbei smiled with the corner of his mouth tilted.
Ling Ling looked down and saw his expression and couldn't help asking, "Does it look good?"
"Not as pretty as you," he said.
Ling Ling set up her easel and sat down beside Yu Chuanbei. She studied the reeds, which still undulated in an ambiguous rhythm, for a moment before setting to work.
Yu Chuanbei protested, "Are you only painting the scenery? This is our first trip since we officially started dating, so make us the stars!"
"You are disabled now, aren't you afraid of your bad image?" Ling Ling mocked him with a smile.
But he started to act coquettishly and said, "If I hadn't been disabled, you wouldn't have confessed to me. So this disability is also a commemoration. I want to be in the same frame with you, Master Painter Ling, please grant me that wish!"
Ling Ling, frustrated by his annoyance, reluctantly agreed to let him be in the frame. He slid his wheelchair forward twice, showing her his profile and back, and enthusiastically served as a model.
Sometimes he looked at the melodious scenery in front of him, and sometimes he turned his head to look at her, and the joyful love in his eyes was captured by her in the painting.
Yu Chuanbei admired her finished work. Under the setting sun, the reeds stretched out like undulating waves to the horizon. The painting showed their backs and profiles. He was sitting in a wheelchair and she was sitting on a painting stool. They were holding hands and looking at each other, and their smiles clearly said "I love you so much."
Just like in the painting, he gently took her hand, looked deeply into her eyes and said, "Ling, I really want to grow old with you like this!"
"Yeah, me too." She smiled at him softly.
A gentle breeze blew, bringing a touch of warmth under the scorching sun. They closed their eyes together, enjoying the gentle breeze caressing their cheeks, listening to the rustling of the reeds, and feeling the firmness conveyed from each other's palms.
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