Chapter 162 It's been so long, shouldn't we do something?
The person in front of her was on the phone, and Wen Jiu heard him say: "I've picked up Miss Wen."
She listened quietly, guessing it was Zhou Qiyong calling.
It all still feels like a dream.
She hadn't even gotten used to Zhou Yanchuan being back by her side when she came to meet his family.
Their sudden change in attitude brought her no joy, only heartache, for herself and for them.
But Zhou Yanchuan is the one who feels the most sorry for.
I wonder how he feels being caught in the middle.
Wen Jiu knew how important his grandparents were to him, and naturally didn't want his relationship with them to reach an irreparable point because of him, especially since his grandmother was already seriously ill.
"Miss Wen, we've arrived."
A voice came from the front row, pulling Wen Jiu out of her chaotic thoughts.
She didn't blame her grandparents, but it wouldn't be fair to say she had no resentment at all. It's just that when she saw the elderly couple lying in bed, she felt relieved about everything.
Only a dim light was on in the room, illuminating the sickly face on the bed.
The old man was talking to the woman beside him, but when he heard the maid say that she was coming, he turned his head with trembling hands.
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When Zhou Yanchuan rushed home, it was already late at night. Zhou Qiyong glared at the anxious man in front of him: "What could I have done to her that she had to rush back like this?"
Where is she?
"..."
He didn't seem to hear a single word.
"Your room." A curt reply.
Watching the person walk silently into the room after listening, Zhou Qiyong stood there and sighed deeply.
If I had known he would turn out like this, I would have agreed in the first place.
As Zhou Yanchuan approached the room door, his pace slowed. At this hour, the roommates should be asleep.
He stood at the door for a while, then turned and walked into the living room.
They happened to run into Zhou Qiyong, who hadn't returned to his room yet: "Why are you back again?"
"Mind your own business."
"..."
"No respect for elders."
"I told her about the marriage today."
Zhou Yanchuan frowned and paused in his steps: "Why are you telling her this?"
“You didn’t really want to marry me back then, but now that I’m asking you to, you don’t want to anymore.”
Zhou Yanchuan scoffed coldly, his tone sarcastic: "You yourself know it was back then. Why wouldn't you let me marry you when I wanted to?"
Zhou Qiyong was momentarily stunned by the question.
"Don't say anything in front of her. She's not even used to talking to me now. What will she be like after we get married?"
"What about your grandma?"
"Now you know how to cherish your wife? But when she cried like that back then, why didn't you think about how much it hurt me?"
Is this the same thing?
"It's not the same thing, but that's what I wanted to say."
"..."
Go to your room and go to sleep.
When Wen Jiu came out of her room, this was the scene she saw: in the living room, an old man and a child were arguing in hushed tones under the dim light, both afraid of disturbing the silence of the room.
She looked at the person who hadn't even had time to take off his coat, and without realizing it, her eyes suddenly welled up with tears.
When Zhou Yanchuan turned around and saw the person standing by the door, he was clearly taken aback. He walked over and asked, "Why are you awake?"
"I'm a little thirsty," Wen Jiu said softly, then asked, "Why did you come back?"
What do you think?
Zhou Yanchuan went to the water dispenser to get her some water, and as he handed her the cup, he said, "Didn't I tell you not to come back? Why did you come back?"
"I'm back."
He looked at her with heartache, then put his arm around her and led her into the room: "Go to sleep."
"I haven't greeted the old gentleman yet."
Why bother with him?
Zhou Qiyong: "..."
Wen Jiu was carried back to her room by Zhou Yanchuan. She was still a little sleepy, but after going out to drink some water, the sleepiness disappeared.
She stood by the bed, looking up at the person she hadn't seen for half a month.
Zhou Yanchuan didn't move, just stood in front of her and let her look at him. At the same time, he looked down at her. He couldn't see where she was fat, but her complexion was better and her skin was fair and pink.
Looking into those clear eyes, his gaze was intense as he spoke, "You're just going to stare at me like this all night? We haven't seen each other in so long, aren't you going to do something?"
"do what?"
"what you up to?"
Wen Jiu raised her hand.
Zhou Yanchuan took the cup from her hand and put it aside. He then reached out and hugged her, saying, "Just for a moment."
The boy who used to tease her from Wen Jiu's memory seemed to have returned.
She tilted her head up from his embrace, and before he could speak again, she stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips.
Seemingly surprised, Zhou Yanchuan froze for a moment.
Although it was just a kiss, it was the most proactive thing she had done in recent days, and all the gloom in his heart was soothed at that moment.
He tightened his grip on her waist, and she trembled, instinctively trying to back away.
Zhou Yanchuan didn't give permission. He raised his eyes and said softly, "Xiao Jiu."
"Um."
"I miss you."
After five years of longing, I finally managed to express it on this quiet night.
Wen Jiu's heart skipped a beat, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears.
Neither of them spoke again; they simply gazed at each other, their breaths mingling softly.
In the quiet room, their bodies, embracing each other, were getting warmer.
Zhou Yanchuan lowered his head and approached the girl's lips, their breaths mingling, yet neither quite falling.
Wen Jiu was reserved and shy, yet she couldn't help but imagine the feeling of his kiss in her mind.
"Want to kiss?" he asked when he was a centimeter away from her lips.
"You can kiss me if you want."
"I'm asking you, do you want to kiss me?"
Wen Jiu's face flushed red, her eyes brimming with tears. Finally, unable to resist, she whispered, "Yes."
He suddenly smiled.
Her heartbeat became unbalanced.
Then a gentle kiss landed.
Lips touching lips, tongue lightly licking.
Wen Jiu's body went limp immediately. She leaned against him, tilting her head back and letting him kiss her.
Only a small bedside lamp was on in the room, casting a dim, flickering light on the two people on the bed.
I don't know what's wrong with Zhou Yanchuan today; he asks her about everything he does.
He lifted her onto his lap and sat on the edge of the bed. "We can't see in winter, do you want to?"
Wen Jiu was panting, unable to speak. She just looked down at the fingertips that were resting on her collarbone. After a while, she blushed and said, "Be gentle."
He chuckled softly, slowly moved closer to her, and very gently took her delicate collarbone into his mouth.
His lips were hot and wet.
Wen Jiu instinctively shrank her neck, but he held the back of her neck and wouldn't let her move.
Even though it was winter, he was burning hot all over.
Even the hoarse cry of "Xiao Jiu" felt scorching hot.
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