Chapter 43 Hug "If I want to act cute, there's a more suitable occasion."...
Xing Zexin shuddered, his body reacting before his thoughts, and he hurriedly took a step forward, reaching out to wipe away her tears.
Mu Tingyu turned her head away and dodged it.
She bit her lip and quickly wiped away the tears on her face with her own hand.
But soon her eyes filled with new tears, and crystal-clear tears rolled down like beads, quickly soaking a small patch of the sheet.
His hand froze in mid-air, making a tentative clenching motion.
The girl's dodging action was subconscious, clearly indicating that she was angry.
He pursed his lips, sat down on the edge of the bed, and leaned over to touch her face.
This time she didn't hide anymore, but just lowered her head and silently wiped away her tears, even her hair drooped softly, revealing a sense of frustration.
It's often said that a child who cries quietly is more endearing than one who cries and screams.
Mu Tingyu was clearly gritting her teeth and enduring it, refusing to make a sound.
Xing Ze couldn't bear to see her like this; his heart was breaking. He spoke in a hoarse voice, "Don't..."
His hand avoided the wound and gently stroked her cheek, with a slight tremor.
"...Don't cry."
But those two words were clearly not enough to get him to agree to anything, so Mu Tingyu ignored him completely, burying her head and wiping away her tears.
Xing Ze had long known that she was prone to tears and that once she started crying, it would go on and on, but he was still terrified by her crying.
Tears kept welling up in those eyes that were usually always smiling, dripping onto the back of his hand, leaving it wet. No matter how much he wiped, he couldn't stop, and he even forgot to grab a tissue.
All the fire in my body seemed to have been doused with a bucket of cold water, cooling down completely without leaving a trace.
Just outside the ward, through a door, nurses pushed trolleys past, patients and their families chatted quietly, and doctors instructed patients to take their medication on time... All these sounds suddenly became blurred when he heard the girl's soft sobs.
Xing Ze was tense all over. He reached out and gently pulled her into his arms, pleadingly saying, "...Don't cry, okay?"
Mu Tingyu stubbornly kept her head down, ignoring him completely.
He had no choice but to lean over and carefully kiss her eyes and cheeks.
Tears entered his mouth, salty and cold, seemingly carrying the bitter taste of iodine, making his heart feel astringent and bitter as well.
"I'm sorry, I..."
He apologized in a humble voice, "I shouldn't have yelled at you, I was wrong..."
"I didn't mean to not hug you just now, your leg is injured..."
Upon hearing this, Mu Tingyu finally raised her eyes to look at him.
Her eyelashes were damp and black, making her look pitiful.
Xing Ze gently kissed her eyes, his slightly rough fingertips wiping away the tears under her eyes: "If you're angry, just scold me. Don't cry, or you'll get a headache later."
Mu Tingyu blinked slowly, her eyelashes fluttering slightly.
Xing Ze felt as if his lips had been brushed by a wet little tail, and his heart melted. He whispered, "Care about me."
Mu Tingyu finally moved her lips and softly spoke: "..."
Xing Ze didn't hear clearly, so he leaned closer and asked, "What?"
The girl's voice was still choked with emotion, but she gritted her teeth and said angrily, "Excuses! ...Scumbag!"
Xing Ze: "......."
He felt utterly wronged and instinctively blurted out, "I didn't...!"
But seeing the girl's red eyes, he stopped talking and forced himself to agree, "Okay, I am..."
Why is it inconvenient?
Mu Tingyu interrupted her, wiped away her tears, reached out and pushed his shoulder to signal him to stand up, then lifted her calf and overturned all the ice packs pressing on her ankle.
Xing Ze was afraid she would touch her injured spot again, so he was very worried and reached out to protect her.
She dangled both legs over the edge of the bed, looked up at him, and said defiantly, "It's very convenient."
Then, she stretched out her arms to him.
After finally managing to stop her tears, Xing Ze was willing to do anything she wanted.
He bent down, supported her legs, and lifted her up.
Mu Tingyu's legs dangled naturally at his sides, her arms wrapped around his neck, and she snuggled into his embrace.
Xing Ze was at a loss for what to do with her like this. Before he could even put his other hand around her waist, he heard her interrogate him, "If you're angry, then why don't you hug me?"
"......"
Xing Ze opened his mouth, but had nowhere to defend himself, so he could only lower his eyes and answer, "It's my fault."
"You can be angry. You can yell at me. But you can't not hug me."
Xing Ze held her steadily, taking in all her almost domineering words, and whispered in agreement, "Okay."
"I know you want to reason with me, but you could have just hugged me while you talked. Why are you giving me the silent treatment?"
"...There was no passive-aggressive behavior."
"You don't even hug me anymore, isn't that emotional abuse? Do you no longer cherish what you have, or do you no longer like it?"
Xing Ze was subjected to several harsh accusations in a row, and he swallowed his anger and said, "No, I don't dislike it."
Seeing his almost aggrieved expression, Mu Tingyu let out a soft hum and buried her head in his shoulder.
Actually, her crying this time was somewhat of an attempt to vent her frustrations.
She had realized long ago that Xing Ze couldn't do anything about her as long as she cried.
But she's not the type to cry easily, and if you force her to hold back, she won't be able to shed a tear.
Besides, Xing Ze wasn't without his sternness towards her. When they first met, his expression was also quite frightening, and his words were utterly rude, sounding much fiercer than they were now, as if he were about to pick her up and throw her off the third floor at any moment.
But now she can freely go up to the third floor, freely enter the rooms on the third floor, and has also easily taken over the room owners. She can no longer stand being scolded.
That's really strange.
This time, after being scolded by him, her state of mind was completely different.
I don't know where it came from, but a feeling of grievance welled up inexplicably, my heart ached, and my eyes naturally reddened.
She didn't have time to investigate the source of her grievances; she only knew that these tears were hard-won and she had to make good use of them.
And that's how the scene just now happened.
Isn't this more effective than a hundred acts of coquetry?
Xing Ze gently stroked her neck, silently comforting her.
Seeing that she kept her head down and refused to get up, he thought she was still unhappy, so he explained to her in a low voice, "I didn't mean to be mean to you, and I don't dislike you."
"I'm angry because you don't take care of your body."
Knowing she was in the wrong, Mu Tingyu snorted. Xing Ze continued to coax her in a low voice, "I'll talk to you properly next time, okay?"
She paused, then said, "But you can't do this anymore, or I'll worry about you."
Mu Tingyu had always known that Xing Ze was very good at coaxing people.
I coaxed her into talking last time, and I did it this time too.
A man who usually has a cold demeanor and seems indifferent to everything, but now lowers his eyes, speaks softly and in a sticky voice, saying "I'm so worried about you," is incredibly charming.
She forced herself to remain composed and then let out another "humph".
Xing Ze leaned in and kissed her cheek.
A gentle touch came, carrying a hint of tenderness.
Mu Tingyu remembered what the young man had said before. While her eyes were squinting from the kiss, she couldn't help but ask, "After you couldn't get through to me on the phone, did you try to contact me?"
Xing Ze's high, straight nose rested against her cheek, his breath warm: "Mmm."
"How long did you search?"
"Not long."
Xing Ze spoke casually, his eyes lowered as he focused on kissing away the few remaining wet tear stains on her face, finally reaching for her lips.
I glanced up casually and saw Mu Tingyu's reddened eyes.
He paused, moved a little further away to look at her, and asked in a slightly flustered tone, "What's wrong?"
Mu Tingyu sniffed, shook her head, and slowly asked, "So what are you going to do since you haven't been able to find me?"
Xing Ze moved closer and gently touched her forehead to hers: "I don't know."
He rarely says things that are so subjective.
Even if he doesn't know, he will give an answer that aligns with his viewpoint based on the current situation.
But he genuinely didn't know the answer to this question. He simply couldn't imagine what it would be like to be unable to find her.
All he knew was that he simply couldn't accept it.
He said, "No matter where you are, I will find you."
His eyes were incredibly serious, without a trace of joking, as if even if she flew to the ends of the earth, to any remote and untouched corner, he would still find her and bring her back.
Mu Tingyu stared at him blankly, then suddenly said, "Were you angry just now because I didn't choose to rely on you?"
Xing Ze frowned slightly and told her, "No."
“I would be happier if you were willing to rely on me, which means you trust me.”
“But I know you’re not that kind of person, and I can’t get angry about it. You’re an independent individual, you have your own choices, and it’s normal that you don’t want to rely on others.”
Mu Tingyu blinked slowly.
“However,” Xing Ze’s tone changed, becoming serious, “that doesn’t mean I want to see you get hurt.”
“You don’t care about yourself and keep torturing your body like this, so I’m angry. You think you can handle it and it’s okay for you, but I can’t.”
He stared intently into her eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Next time you feel like doing this, think of me, okay?"
"Think about how worried I would be about you, think about how sad I would feel if I saw you injured."
Mu Tingyu's eyelashes trembled.
After a while, she slowly said, "...Okay."
Xing Ze affectionately rubbed the top of her head, leaned down to kiss her, and the moment his lips touched hers, he heard her speak.
"sorry."
He paused, maintaining his posture as he looked up at her.
Mu Tingyu hooked her arms around his neck, almost touching his lips, and could lightly brush against them as she spoke.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."
She looked at him intently, her eyes almost entirely filled with his face, and Xing Ze could barely suppress the urge to kiss her.
But what she said warmed his heart, and he liked it very much, so he really wanted to hear her say more.
So he moved slightly and stepped back.
Mu Tingyu leaned forward subconsciously, looking at him blankly.
Aren't we close?
The question on her face was obvious.
Xing Ze pretended not to see her, looking down at her with deep emotion in his eyes, which seemed to carry a hint of encouragement.
Mu Tingyu's expression immediately became somewhat troubled. After a few seconds, she seemed to have thought of something and even shrank back a little.
Xing Ze took in her expression and knew that she wasn't good at talking about these things. Not wanting to make things difficult for her, he sighed and leaned down to kiss her.
Before he could even get close, he saw her wrap her arms around his neck with a look of shame and press herself against him.
Then, her voice rang out almost inaudibly.
"I...I was wrong, I didn't mean to..."
Xing Ze stopped and stared at her without moving.
Seeing that he didn't react at all, and looking like she was about to cry, she stammered, "Please, please... please forgive me..."
"......"
Why is there still no response?!
She said this man would never fall for a sweet talk approach, but she kept saying it and wouldn't listen, insisting on trying again and again...
Having gone this far, she seemed to have no other choice. She closed her eyes and forced out the two reduplicated words she'd been too ashamed to utter aloud: "Baby, I know you're the best..."
Xing Ze had lived for twenty-eight years and this was the first time he had heard someone address him like that, so much so that he initially misheard it as "hug".
He gently patted her leg with the hand that was holding her: "Aren't we holding each other?"
Mu Tingyu was so ashamed she couldn't open her eyes. She wrapped her legs around his waist, leaned forward a little, and kissed him, mumbling, "It's not a hug, it's...it's a baby..."
The touch on his hand suddenly transformed into something softer. Xing Ze took a deep breath, responding to Mu Tingyu's haphazard kisses while asking her, "Where did you learn that? Did Jiang Yu show you just now?"
It turns out the young man's full name is Jiang Yu...
Mu Tingyu was lost in thought.
Suddenly she felt her lip being bitten, and heard Xing Ze say, "Don't think about anyone else."
"No, didn't you bring it up first?" she said, feeling utterly wronged.
"You're not allowed to even think about that."
Xing Ze thought she was injured and didn't dare to kiss her too deeply, only giving her a few light kisses before turning away.
Unexpectedly, Mu Tingyu forcefully hooked her arms around his neck and asked, "Is it because you're too tired to hold me? Then put me down and kiss me again."
To Xing Ze, these words were no less tantamount to "Are you impotent?" He chuckled, pinched her chin, and gave her a good lesson.
By the end, Mu Tingyu's eyes were filled with tears, and she couldn't utter a single word.
"What, don't you like it this way?" Xing Ze asked her in a hoarse voice.
She looked a little dazed, but still nodded obediently.
Xing Ze watched, his Adam's apple bobbing uncontrollably, but he managed to suppress it.
“You don’t need to learn those things for me,” he said, tucking a stray strand of hair behind Mu Tingyu’s ear. “Just be yourself.”
"I just wanted to test if you really didn't like it." Mu Tingyu finally came to her senses, her expression somewhat languid from the kiss, and tilted her head as she said, "It seems you really don't like this kind of thing."
"Which one?" Xing Ze laughed. "The one you were doing just now?"
"Yeah, it's all about being cute." She touched his lips lightly, "But you didn't react at all?"
Upon hearing this, Xing Ze narrowed his eyes slightly.
What kind of reaction do you want from me?
"......"
The conversation gradually veered towards a more explicit direction, and Mu Tingyu stopped her flirting and accused him, "You're being a pervert."
"Is this what you call being a hooligan?" Xing Ze smiled and finally answered her, "As long as it's you, I'll like you no matter what."
“And,” he gave her a meaningful look, then moved the hand that was holding her, gently patting the part of her body that was in intimate contact with her.
"If you want to act cute, there are more suitable occasions."
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