Chapter 140 You can't walk anymore, I'll carry you back.
"No, I didn't." Ye Wanning turned her face away, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl upwards. She knew he was doing it on purpose, but she just couldn't resist it.
Pei Zhi smiled and stopped teasing her. He picked up the pen she had placed on the table and helped her finish writing down the prescription she hadn't memorized. His handwriting was stronger than hers, but he deliberately slowed down the strokes, making it surprisingly harmonious when combined with hers.
“Next time you get tired of writing down the recipe, just call me and I’ll write it down for you.” He said as he wrote, “Your eyesight isn’t good to begin with, so don’t keep staring at the small print.”
Ye Wanning watched his profile as he diligently wrote, her heart softening. The candlelight burned shorter and shorter, the night outside the window grew deeper and deeper, and she yawned, her eyes almost closing.
Seeing this, Pei Zhi quickly put down his pen and helped her close the medical book: "Are you sleepy?" She nodded, her head was dizzy, and she just wanted to close her eyes as she leaned back in the chair.
Pei Zhi stood up, bent down, and picked her up in his arms. Ye Wanning was startled and quickly wrapped her arms around his neck: "What are you doing? Put me down, it's not good if someone sees us."
Pei Zhi's voice was warm and slightly hoarse in her ear: "It's just the two of us in the study, no one will see us. If you can't walk anymore, I'll carry you back."
His arms were strong, and he held her effortlessly. Ye Wanning leaned against him, inhaling his familiar scent, and her tense nerves gradually relaxed. She buried her face in his clothes and whispered, "I'll never stay up this late again."
"It's okay." Pei Zhi lowered his head and kissed the top of her head. "I'll stay with you. No matter how long you stay, I'll wait for you."
The path from the study to the bedroom was short, but Ye Wanning felt safer than ever before. Pei Zhi's steps were steady, and his embrace was warm, making her want to lean on him forever.
When they reached the bedroom door, Pei Zhi gently placed her on the bed and covered her with the blanket: "Go to sleep, I'll go blow out the candle and come right back."
Ye Wanning hummed in agreement, watching him turn to blow out the candlelight. In an instant, the room darkened, with only moonlight filtering through the snow-white window curtains, outlining his tall and straight figure.
When Pei Zhi lay down next to her, she quickly turned her head, snuggled closer to him, and hugged his waist: "Pei Zhi, it's so good to have you."
Pei Zhi took her hand, placed it on his waist, and patted it gently: "Silly girl, I should be thanking you. Thank you for being with me, making me feel that life is much more interesting than before."
Ye Wanning didn't say anything more. She leaned against him, listening to his steady heartbeat, and gradually fell asleep. In her dream, she was still reading medical books in the study. Pei Zhi sat beside her, holding a bowl of warm ginger and jujube tea, and said with a smile, "Drink slowly, don't burn yourself."
It started raining in the middle of the night, and by dawn it was raining harder and harder. The wind carried the raindrops and seeped into the cracks in the window, making the curtains sway wildly, and the sound of the rain was very loud.
When Ye Wanning woke up, she saw a small puddle of water on the windowsill—any later, it would spill onto the floor and wet the handkerchief she had just embroidered.
She put on a padded jacket, walked quickly to the window, and reached out to touch the window screen—a hole had been blown in the lower right corner by the wind, and water was dripping into the room from there.
"Hurry up and mend it, or the handkerchief will get wet." She muttered, hurrying to the drawer to find a needle, thread, and window screen. The sewing box was left by her mother; the wooden box was carved with lotus flowers, and the needles inside were neatly arranged.
She picked out a thicker needle, threaded it, and moved a small stool to sit by the window. She laid the new window screen over the tear, ready to mend it. But the wind always seemed to be against her. Just as she threaded the needle through the eyelet, a gust of wind blew, the screen billowed up, and the needle pricked her fingertip.
Ye Wanning withdrew her hand, frowned as she looked at the small red dot that had appeared in her palm—she was clumsy with her hands and usually had to take her time when embroidering, and now that the wind was causing trouble, it was even more difficult.
She gritted her teeth and threaded the needle again, this time holding the window screen down to prevent it from fluttering. But after only two stitches, the thread got tangled again, and she couldn't untangle it no matter what she did. She was so anxious that sweat beaded on her nose, and she pricked her fingertips several times, the little red dots standing out conspicuously on her fair fingers.
"Ouch—" She couldn't help but let out a soft cry when she pricked her hand again.
"Clumsy but still trying to be brave?" A familiar voice came from the doorway. Ye Wanning turned around and saw Pei Zhi dressed in a moon-white casual robe, his hair still slightly damp—he must have been woken up by the sound of rain and heard her commotion.
He held a roll of new window screen in his hand, along with a small wooden box containing small nails and a hammer. "I can mend it, it's just that the wind is too strong," Ye Wanning said somewhat unconvinced, hiding her injured hand behind her back.
Pei Zhi walked over and immediately saw her hand hidden behind her back. He reached out and grabbed it. The small red dots on her fingertips hadn't faded yet. Pei Zhi frowned and slowly rubbed them with his fingertips: "You're still being stubborn even after being pricked like this?"
He held her hand in his: "Sit still, I'll do it." Pei Zhi moved a tall stool over, and carefully held onto the window frame when he stepped on it to avoid slipping.
The new window screen was thicker than the old one. Pei Zhi swiftly removed the tattered old screen, making sure no pieces fell to the ground. Ye Wanning sat below, looking up at him. Occasionally, the hem of his robe brushed against the top of her head, carrying the faint scent of soap.
"Hand me the needle and thread." Pei Zhi turned around and saw that she was still staring at his hands. He couldn't help but laugh. "Don't keep staring at the needle. If you're in a hurry, my hand will slip and the needle will fall and prick you."
Ye Wanning quickly handed over the needle and thread, whispering, "Slow down, don't fall."
Pei Zhi hummed in agreement: "I'm more stable on the stool than you are." As he spoke, he took the needle and thread and began to sew. Although his hands were large, his grip on the needle was very steady. His stitches were straight and dense, and no matter how the wind blew, the window screen did not move at all.
Pei Zhifeng glanced back at her every now and then, afraid that she would secretly reach for the needle again. "How come you can even sew window screens?" Ye Wanning asked curiously.
“Back at the border, we patched our own tents when they got torn, so sewing a window screen is nothing.” Pei Zhi lowered his head, bit off the thread, then picked up a small hammer and hammered a small nail into the window frame to secure the window screen. “It won’t get torn by the wind anymore.”
He got off the stool, took her hand again, and carefully examined the small red dot on her palm: "Does it hurt? I'll go get you some ointment."
"No need, it only hurts a little." Ye Wanning tried to pull her hand away, but he held it down. He turned and went to the outer room to get a medicine box, quickly took out a small porcelain bottle, poured out some ointment, and rubbed it on the small red spot on her palm.
The ointment felt cool and comfortable, and his warm fingertips tickled her palm. "Don't do this kind of work yourself in the future." Pei Zhi put the ointment back in the box and pinched her cheek. "You're just responsible for handing me things and talking to me. Don't always try to show off. You're clumsy and try to fix window screens like others."
"I'm not stupid!" Ye Wanning glared at him, but couldn't help laughing. "The stitches you made on the window screen were even neater than the stitches I made on my embroidery. Did you secretly practice?"
"So that I can help my wife in the future." Pei Zhi smiled and pressed her to the window, pointing to the mended window screen, "Look, this way the rain won't get in, and your handkerchief won't get wet."
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