Chapter 171 She Won't Abandon Me
"I'm afraid you'll cry, so I don't really want you to see it."
This was the last sentence Wen Jiu heard while she was conscious.
*
The bathroom was filled with heat, and through the slightly ajar window, snowflakes drifted in, landing on the girl's snow-white shoulders and turning into finer vapors that enveloped her.
Wen Jiu's fingertips trembled as she looked at the person kneeling beside her, her cheeks burning with embarrassment, on the verge of tears: "Zhou Yanchuan."
"Hmm," he replied, his gaze remaining fixed on the spot.
She tried to reach for her skirt, but her knees suddenly buckled.
"Ooh~"
She only had time to call out once.
They crumbled instantly.
...
When Wen Jiu came out of the bathroom, she felt like a seed that had been soaked and softened.
She was held in Zhou Yanchuan's arms, her body limp in his embrace, her long hair cascading down her back.
“Zhou Yanchuan,” Wen Jiu said, her eyes moist as she looked at him.
He placed her on the bed, bent down to touch her cheek, and asked, "Are you still scared?"
Wen Jiu shook her head and struggled to reach for the box on the bedside table.
Zhou Yanchuan stared at the collapsed waist with bloodshot eyes, and when the person took the box, he reached out and scooped her up.
Her smooth, white back pressed against his chest, skin to skin, and he coaxed her to come closer.
After that, she was never given another chance to back down.
After five years of pent-up desire, he had longed for the person in front of him to the extreme.
Every step to draw warmth from her was difficult, yet within that difficulty lay a long-lost pleasure that brought tears to my eyes.
Their relationship was never one of hardship followed by happiness; rather, they were bound together by a red thread since childhood. The days they were separated were simply because the red thread was stretched too long, so tight that it hurt and brought tears to their eyes, yet it never broke.
Just like vines entwining a tree, even if the wind blows the branches and leaves to pieces, the roots have long since formed an inextricable knot in the soil.
Zhou Yanchuan gripped that slender waist tightly, his eyes red-rimmed: "Shall we break up again?"
Wen Jiu's heart felt as if it had been suddenly stabbed by a long needle, and blood was gushing out.
She raised her hand in pain to hug him, but was met with even more intense actions in return. Her words turned into a sob, followed by a torrent of tears.
Zhou Yanchuan kept teasing her, his fingers tightly gripping her hand, the two identical patterns on her wrist pressed together as if they were merging.
She felt as if she had been thrown to the clouds and then crashed down, her body curling up and trembling uncontrollably.
"Zhou Yanchuan..."
She called out to him when she was in a state of panic and loss of control.
He bent down and hugged her tightly, whispering in her ear again, "Will we break up again in the future?"
Wen Jiu no longer had the strength to speak, she just shook her head with tears streaming down her face.
Looking at the person swaying in his arms, Zhou Yanchuan felt as if sweat was flowing from his eyes. He tightened his grip and lowered his head to bite her lips.
Those were years when I was really close to dying.
Wen Jiu looked up and let him do whatever he wanted.
Later, she clearly couldn't take it anymore; tears welled up in her eyes, and her body swayed.
As her consciousness faded, she heard Zhou Yanchuan say in her ear, "That's good."
The snow outside the window has stopped, and it feels as if something inside has also settled down and returned to its roots.
*
In the morning, Aunt Lin had just entered the kitchen to cook when she found that someone was already there.
She gazed at that tall figure in the morning light, rubbed her eyes, and asked uncertainly, "Yanchuan?"
Hearing a sound coming from the doorway, Zhou Yanchuan turned his head.
"What are you doing here?" Aunt Lin came to her senses and hurriedly went inside. Seeing the hand peeling shrimp, she was so startled that she immediately reached out to take it.
He declined calmly, saying, "No need, I'll do it."
How could you do such a thing?
Zhou Yanchuan didn't care at all and continued peeling shrimp with his head down.
Not only was Aunt Lin surprised, but the others who got up later all had the same reaction when they saw the young man in the kitchen.
Zhou Yanchuan started cooking the porridge, turned around and looked at the astonished people behind him, his voice light: "You guys watch for a while, I'm going back to my room."
"Okay, sure."
When Zhou Yanchuan went to the bedroom, the person on the bed was still asleep, so he sat quietly by the bed and watched her.
They had never been separated since they were seven years old, and never imagined that one day they would be separated for so long.
Zhou Yanchuan raised his hand and gently touched her exposed wrist, his fingertip resting on the little whale birthmark.
She didn't sleep well that night, whether from tossing and turning or having nightmares, she sobbed, calling his name and saying sorry.
He coaxed her repeatedly until dawn, and she finally managed to fall asleep.
*
When Wen Jiu woke up, it was already bright daylight in the room. She looked at her somewhat unfamiliar surroundings with a dazed expression.
Last night, Zhou Yanchuan took her to take a quick shower, then carried her to bed and held her as she fell asleep.
But where is this?
She tried to get up, but as soon as she moved, she realized that her whole body ached.
Zhou Yanchuan didn't hold back at all last night, as if he wanted to make up for all the things he had missed in the past five years in one night.
Wen Jiu propped herself up on her arms and sat up. She lifted her skirt and got out of bed, but when her feet touched the ground, she almost fell again because her legs were too weak.
She paused for a moment before stepping outside.
As Wen Jiu walked into the corridor, she realized that she was still in the villa.
However, there was no one else in the huge villa except for her.
She couldn't help but wonder, it was understandable that Zhou Yanchuan was going to work at this time, but what about Aunt Lin and the others?
Just as she was completely confused, she suddenly saw the person standing on the sofa making a phone call.
The sunlight shone on him, making him look as if he were coated with a soft-focus filter, and even the air seemed to soften.
Wen Jiu stood still.
"What's with all those messages online? Who did you take to the party last night? Don't you like the class monitor? Let me tell you, if you keep messing around like this, don't even mention the class monitor dumping you, I'll..."
As soon as the call connected, Chen Yu launched into a long, rapid-fire speech.
Zhou Yanchuan took the phone away from his ear and waited until the person on the other end got tired before speaking: "No."
"What can't you do?"
"She won't abandon me."
"..."
"You still don't know how? You've become such a jerk."
Zhou Yanchuan smiled slightly. He didn't know when it started, but his friends had all unconsciously begun to favor her.
He opened his mouth to explain, but when he turned his head and saw the person not far away, the words that were about to come out became: "Hang up."
"no."
Before Chen Yu could say anything more, the call screen had already switched off.
"..."
Last month, she was telling him with red eyes that she wasn't taking good care of herself, but this month she's taking other people to parties.
"Men are all the same, not a single one is any good," he lamented.
The girl mixing drinks nearby was about to say, "Boss, why are you insulting yourself?"
Then I heard him say, "I am a rare sight in this world."
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