Chapter 12 Chapter 12 Can you give me some time?
"No!" Yan Jiu retorted subconsciously, but just as she finished her words, she noticed the corner of the man's lips curl up. The bright light shone on Chen Yuchu's face, sculpting his rugged features. His high nose bone, deep eyebrows, and perfectly shaped thin lips exuded a cold and noble aura.
It was the first time that she looked at Chen Yuchu's face seriously. Although she was not a "face lover", she had to admit that few people could "avoid" such a handsome face as cold as snow.
In addition to his exquisite facial features, through his well-cut white shirt and black trousers, you can also feel the bulging muscles and smooth lines underneath. It is obvious that he has a habit of fitness on a daily basis.
Ping An heard Yan Jiu's raised voice and thought she was in trouble. His instinct to protect his master made him scream. Yan Jiu was obviously nervous, her eyelashes trembling slightly. She said cautiously, "I'll go comfort Ping An first."
She was afraid that Chen Yuchu would feel annoyed by Ping'an's cries and wanted to send it away.
Ping An is a very sensible and humane puppy. After Yan Jiu walked over to pet it and gave it instructions, Ping An continued to lie in the nest, but his two little ears were still erect, observing the movements around him.
There were no tables or chairs in the room. Chen Yuchu stood there without moving. There were no small animals in the Chen family's old house. Chen Hongfu and Qu Lingling didn't like them. Chen Baichuan did have a cat, but that cat broke a Qing Dynasty doucai vase when it jumped.
Qu Lingling didn't like small animals, so she took the opportunity to ask Chen Baichuan to give the animal away. Chen Baichuan was reluctant but had no choice but to give it to a friend. He used to visit it every day, but later it became once a month, then half a year, and he never mentioned it again after that. I guess he forgot about it.
Chen Baichuan is not a person with a long temper.
Chen Yuchu originally thought that Yan Jiu was the same. Most of the delicate young ladies were like this. They wanted to take home anything they liked. They kept pets just as a trendy peripheral and handed them over to the servants to take care of them when they got tired of playing with them.
But he never thought that Yan Jiu would cry. It wasn't the kind of cry that came from losing a beloved toy, but the kind of cry that came from genuine compassion and pain. The pain hidden in her eyes swept through his heart at the time, making him puzzled and thinking, and he seemed to be able to empathize with her.
Meng Zhuxing had told him, when he was very young, not to trust women's tears; they were weapons. He'd seen many people cry in front of him, but he'd never paid it any mind. Some people's intentions were so obvious, their makeup barely smudging as they cried. It was more like an elaborate performance, rehearsed countless times just to move him, their sole audience.
But when Yan Jiu cries, it really doesn't look good.
At least not as beautiful as her smile now when she is comforting Ping An. There is a glimmer in her eyes, bright and moving like the petals falling from the peach tree in spring, spreading spring all over the ground.
"The peach tree is young and lush, its flowers are bright and beautiful."
Chen Yuchu rubbed these eight words on his thin lips and looked at Yan Jiu calmly.
His voice was extremely magnetic. Yan Jiu raised his eyes slightly, met Chen Yuchu's deep brows, and clenched his fingers. "What did you say? Can you wait for me a little longer? I'll get a toy for Ping An."
"good."
Chen Yuchu suppressed the awe-inspiring aura of a superior and watched quietly as Yan Jiu walked to a cabinet full of toys, took out a ball, and leaned over to hand it to Ping An.
Yan Jiu stood up and said, "Okay, let's go."
Chen Yuchu watched her walk towards him step by step, and his little finger curled up.
Inside the room, Chen Yuchu sat as quietly as jade. He looked at Yan Jiu, who was hesitating and struggling at the door, and spoke slowly, "Are you afraid that I will force you once you enter the room?"
Of course not.
Yan Jiu never thought that Chen Yuchu would do anything to force others, even in the car, as soon as she pushed Chen Yuchu, he let her go.
A slight wave crossed Yan Jiurushui's moist eyes. She pondered her words and answered softly, "I'm just not used to it yet."
Her eyelashes trembled. Thinking of Chen Yuchu's words in the car that he would respect her, Yan Jiu mustered up the courage to look up and asked, "Can you give me some time?"
She didn't know whether Chen Yuchu would agree to this request. For a couple, even one without any feelings for each other, sleeping in separate rooms would still be strange. Not to mention, the servants would definitely find out that they didn't sleep together when they cleaned the house every day.
But whenever she smelled the pervasive woody aroma in the air, her heart would flutter.
"Can."
The light voice reached Yan Jiu's ears. She opened her eyes wide in disbelief, trying her best to control the joy in her tone, "Thank you."
She seemed genuinely happy not to have to share a room with him.
Chen Yuchu tapped the table lightly with his slender fingertips, but he couldn't bear to shatter her happiness, so he didn't tell Yan Jiu that Yu Yinghui was the old lady's person.
The old lady will know about this sooner or later.
Yan Jiu didn't expect Chen Yuchu to be so easy to talk to. The corners of her lips curved slightly, her eyebrows curved, and her voice was as sweet as peach blossom wine. "If you're fine, you can rest first."
The ending tone was upturned, with a touch of seductive softness, "Good night."
Chen Yuchu curved his lower lip in an ambiguous manner and replied to her in a slow and magnetic voice: "Good night."
Yan Jiu's fingertips, as white as mutton-fat jade, landed on the door handle. He gently closed the door for Chen Yuchu. The warm jade-like color gradually disappeared, and the room returned to black and white.
Faintly, there is a hint of sexy fragrance floating on the tip of the nose.
The second bedroom was originally all white, but later Yan Jiu used it as a good storage space. The room was filled with porcelain she made in the studio or paintings she drew casually. It was not created out of demand, but purely for the sake of creation, which was the feeling she liked.
Now that she lives in the second bedroom, she feels more natural and comfortable.
The water in the bathtub was filled with fresh flower petals. Her white dress slipped off, revealing a graceful figure, as clear as winter snow, with only her pale pink lips like peach blossoms. Yan Jiu dripped two drops of essential oil, her nostrils flared, and she lightly lifted her porcelain-white toes to step into the pool.
The warm water scalded the pink petals, and the snow-white curves were hidden under the watery flowers, revealing only a clear and quiet face. Her eyes were closed, and her long eyelashes drooped, as if she was asleep.
Suddenly, the black pupils suddenly opened, and the translucent grape beads spun for a while before he came to his senses and realized that he was in the bathroom of the guest room. Yan Jiu smiled brightly, slowly stood up, and tapped the wool carpet with his toes. His skin shone with a pearly luster under the light.
The room had already been adjusted to a comfortable temperature. Yan Jiu, draped in his nightgown, walked to the bedside with unsteady steps. His fingertips touched the soft and delicate bed covers. The nightgown was not fastened tightly, and it naturally slid down his shoulders. The back of his neck and thin back, which were covered with moisture, were white and greasy. He quickly got into the quilt...
Perhaps he was too tired and tense all day, and as he smelled the sweet fragrance lingering around him, he felt sleepy and fell asleep in a few seconds.
The door of the master bedroom bathroom opened, and steam rushed out. Chen Yuchu was wearing black pajamas, and the warmth was less than the usual coldness. He picked up the glass on the table with his slender fingers and took a sip slowly.
His sharp Adam's apple rolled, and the cold light outlined his jade-carved profile. Chen Yuchu lay down on the bed slowly, but did not fall asleep immediately. Instead, he picked up the unfinished book on the bedside.
It was the first sign of spring, and birds were chirping. The morning light was leaking through the dense branches and shining into the warm room through the white lace curtains.
The person on the pure white bed slept very uneasily. Yan Jiu was dazed and had many dreams all night long. He dreamed of his parents and younger brother, the people of the Chen family, and Qin Rong.
He said he was sorry to her and that he still loved her. Yan Jiu was really fed up with Qin Rong, but he still couldn't get rid of this dream, listening to him repeat it over and over again.
Yan Jiu was about to slap him to wake himself up from his dream when——
Her hand was pulled over and she fell into a cold embrace, which brought with it a very faint woody fragrance. Yan Jiu's eyelashes fluttered, and when she looked up, she met a pair of deep eyes. Chen Yuchu was looking down at her condescendingly.
Then in her dream, everyone else disappeared.
Only Chen Yuchu was left.
Yan Jiu subconsciously wanted to escape, but the next moment, a little warmth wrapped around her slender waist. The muscular fingers rested on her waist, making her waist look even thinner than before.
The distance is ambiguous, but there is a strong sense of presence.
Yan Jiu had always had a cold body. She had fallen into a pond as a child, and she was extremely afraid of the cold. Facing Chen Yuchu, she wanted to escape. Faced with this warmth, she hesitated.
Just as she hesitated, Chen Yuchu's face suddenly approached. His clear, handsome face was reflected in his clear, watery eyes. He pecked her lips lightly. Yan Jiu just breathed a sigh of relief, but the next second, Chen Yuchu teased her by kissing the tip of her ear. His scorching breath pressed down, and she collapsed in Chen Yuchu's arms, soft as spring water, his strong hands supporting her soft, boneless waist.
How did Chen Yuchu know that her ears were sensitive?
Yan Jiu's toes curled up tightly, and her cold body seemed to be melted by him and turned into sugar water.
"call."
Yan Jiu suddenly woke up, his slender white fingertips slid across the phone screen, and tears slid down his white and clear cheeks.
"Xiaojiu." Yong Meiru's gentle voice came from the other end of the phone, and it could be heard that she was smiling.
Yan Jiu took a deep breath and said, "Grandma."
The white lace screen opened to the sides, and the sunlight shone on Yan Jiu's thick eyelashes, each one clearly visible. He tried to keep his breathing calm and chatted about some family matters as Yong Meiru said.
She was trying to do two things at once, and her other brain was still confusedly thinking about the scene in her dream. How could she be so useless? It was just a kiss, but she still dreamed about him at night.
The corners of Yan Jiu's moist eyes trembled, and he subconsciously tried to erase the scenes in his dream from his mind.
It’s all Chen Yuchu’s fault for kissing her, it must be like this... Next time, if Chen Yuchu kisses her next time... Yan Jiu shook her head subconsciously.
"Xiaojiu, are you still there?"
Yan Jiu came back to his senses, "Yes, grandma."
Yong Meiru: "I want to stay at your place for a few days, is that okay?"
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