Chapter 60: Don't "Why are you here? Do you want to continue?"
He Jiuyue's hand slowly approached, thinking that she was concerned, but she didn't know that in Wen Zheliu's eyes, it was like a gentle but sharp knife, an inconspicuous talisman that could take her life.
"This scar is very ugly. I'm afraid it will bother my wife. You'd better not look at it."
My heart is beating like a drum, and I turn my face away when I hear the willows being cut.
How could he show He Jiuyue this thing that confirmed his identity?
Once she realized that he had the blood of the Western Yue royal family and was the only son of the Western Yue Emperor Situ Yun, she would no longer be so gentle.
But He Jiyue has been practicing martial arts for many years, and he is weak and sickly. There is a huge difference in strength between the two. If she insists on exploring, he...
What else can he do?
"Why are you so resistant?"
He Jiuyue stretched his hand into the air. Seeing Wen Zheliu trembling, as if a sword was placed on his neck, a prisoner about to be executed, he paused. "In your eyes, I only admire your beauty and cannot accept your ugliness?"
Wen Zheliu broke out in a cold sweat on his back.
...This is not just a matter of beauty or ugliness, it is a matter of life and death!
If she disliked his ugliness, he would be sad for a while, but then he would recover.
But if she discovered his identity, he would be doomed.
Morality and reason wrestled with each other, but in the end, the desire to survive prevailed. Before Wen Zheliu could react, tears of fear had already filled his eyes.
"My dear wife, I'm afraid you'll abandon me again. I'm afraid."
Catching his trembling word "again", He Jiuyue's heart felt as if a bronze mirror had been dropped from the table, cracking into fine lines.
She had abandoned him twice before, and he was afraid of the third time.
But when she said, "Don't be afraid, I will never leave you again," it was too easy for her to say. After all, she kept him on impulse, and abandoning him for the interests of all parties should be the norm.
She herself couldn't guarantee that if she was forced into a desperate situation, she would choose her father, her younger brother, or Wen Zheliu. How could she lightly make a promise to Wen Zheliu that might not be fulfilled?
It's not that I just dislike it.
She had seen him sick many times and had helped him clean up his mess more than once, so how could she dislike him?
When He Jiuyue opened her mouth, her voice was slightly choked.
"I don't mind. Let me take a look, just one look, okay?"
"No!" Wen Zheliu broke off the tone.
He was filled with fear, afraid that He Jiuyue would see the lotus seal, so he decided to settle all the old and new accounts at once and become the first to file a complaint.
"Women's mouths are deceitful. When we were little, you said you would be together forever. But now that you've grown up, you're still marrying like other women. I don't believe you!"
A sudden gust of wind blew in from outside, squeezing in through the cracks in the window and completely blew away the remaining beauty. Wen Zheliu cursed hysterically, choking himself to the point of coughing, which continued intermittently.
He Jiuyue was surprised and slowly withdrew his hand.
He actually thought so.
Wen Zheliu had a tantrum and then began to regret it.
Although he brought up the past in order to ask He Jiuyue to stop pursuing the mark on his head, she did not respond for a long time. Was he too harsh in his words?
"Xiao Qing was just a casual pick-up. We've never had anything to do with each other. He Liuyun is my younger brother, so it's even more impossible. The three handsome men from the Western Regions were personally gifted by His Majesty. I just put them on display as vases. All of them put together are no match for you."
Wen Zheliu covered his mouth and coughed, his heart was in turmoil. He Jiuyue was stunned for a moment and then explained in an orderly manner.
"What else is bothering you? Why not ask them all at once?"
What does he mind? He actually doesn't mind anything.
The phone call just now was just a casual act.
No matter whether He Jiyue wants someone else or not, as long as she is willing to want him in the end, he will be content.
The mark on the head was just enough to fool people. Wen Zheliu was still thinking about Wen Cun in his heart, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions.
The atmosphere had become so tense due to his aggressiveness that he suddenly lowered his head and tried to return to the tender scene just now, but of course it was impossible.
He kept his hands covering his head and turned over, leaving only his shivering back to He Jiuyue.
"Wife, I'm a little tired and want to rest."
Half of He Jiuyue's mind was filled with Wen Zheliu's emotional look just now, and half was filled with the "things that happened back then" mentioned by the abbot. The two were struggling with each other, and for the time being, they had no time to care about Wen Zheliu's "little wound" which had become a thing of the past.
He was unwilling, and she didn't force him.
But before he turned around, he covered his abdomen with his hands, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was feeling uncomfortable again.
"Does your stomach hurt?"
He Jiuyue stretched out her hand, crossed Wen Zheliu's waist, and gently covered his slightly bulging abdomen: "Just now, I was too heavy-handed, and I still hit your stomach?"
When he heard Zheliu, his whole body tensed up.
"...I don't blame my wife, I'm just a little tired."
Still stubborn.
She leaned over to ask, but he didn't appreciate her kindness.
"You really don't want to say it?" He Jiuyue deliberately let the air she exhaled from her nose spray onto his earlobe, staring at his entire ear until it turned red, then she chuckled and stopped.
Wen Zheliu's thoughts were in a mess, and he was afraid that he would accidentally let something slip, so he just rubbed his abdomen.
"I'm tired and don't want to talk."
"Well, go to sleep if you're tired." Thinking that Wen Zheliu had just been bullied and was now angry with him, He Jiuyue did not force him anymore. He just turned around and blew out the candle with a "whoosh".
Normally, when he made such a fuss, they would just sleep together in the same bed for a night and that would be all.
It should be the same this time.
It is the dead of winter and snow is falling heavily. The insects that always chirp in the summer nights are now only thinking about their warm nests and no longer come out in the middle of the night to disturb people's sleep.
The surroundings were quiet. He Jiuyue closed her eyes, rolled up the quilt and was about to fall asleep.
She was half asleep and half awake when she heard the person beside her tossing and turning. She looked at him in the moonlight and saw Wen Zheliu curled up with his breathing irregularly, as if he was in pain again.
"What's wrong?" He Jiuyue rolled over and sat up.
Wen Zheliu did not respond, I don’t know whether he didn’t hear it or didn’t want to talk.
Wen Zheliu faced the wall with his back to He Jiuyue. No matter how good He Jiuyue's eyesight was, he couldn't see through her.
Seeing that Wen Zheliu was just shaking and had no intention of turning around, she simply reached out, put her hands on Wen Zheliu's shoulders, and turned him over.
"Where do you feel uncomfortable? Is it a stomachache?"
Wen Zheliu's hands were not on his abdomen at this moment, but he just bent his elbows and casually placed them on the bed. He bit his lips, as if he was embarrassed by what he was about to say.
"...My dear wife, I have a favor to ask of you."
He Jiyue concentrated: "You say."
Wen Zheliu moved his hand up along the quilt, touched the tip of his nose, then along his cheek to his earlobe, and touched the red tassel on the earring.
"I really like the earrings you gave me, but..."
Wasn't she feeling unwell? Why did she pull the earrings? Could it be that they had just had a huge argument, and Wen Zheliu was afraid she would blame him if he told the truth, so he was avoiding the topic?
"Just tell me what you mean." He Jiuyue interrupted softly.
Her warm hand gently supported Wen Zheliu's chin, and her fingertips with thin calluses slowly stroked his cheek, as if wiping away the dust on a treasure.
Bewitched by the warmth, Wen Zheliu's body softened, his cheeks flushed, and he whispered the truth.
"It's just that I like to turn over when I rest, and when I wear it at night, I toss and turn, and it makes a lot of noise... It's not a big deal if it disturbs me, but it's not good if it disturbs you. Can you allow me to take it off at night and put it on again during the day?"
"Why not? These earrings are yours. When to wear them and when to take them off is up to you alone. From now on, you don't need to ask me about this matter again."
He Jiyue pinched Wen Zheliu's earlobe and gently took off the earring that had disturbed him in the middle of the night: "So, you're not feeling uncomfortable, but you just couldn't sleep because of the noise?"
"...Yeah." Finally free of the earrings, Wen Zheliu's expression improved slightly, and he added, "I'm sorry for disturbing you."
Wen Zheliu felt warm in his heart, twisted his waist, and turned towards the place where He Jiuyue made the sound.
Although He Jiuyue didn't expect him to flip over, her hands were quicker than her heart and she caught him steadily: "Why did you come over? Do you... want to continue?"
The ending of her voice was curled up, like a big-tailed wolf teasing the white rabbit's round tail.
No, he couldn't go on, his waist was still sore.
If he really comes again, he won't be able to walk tomorrow, let alone stay in the hotel.
With a sore waist and weak legs, Wen Zheliu gently pushed away He Jiuyue's hand that was touching his waist, bent his legs, and snuggled into her arms like a baby.
"...No." He refused softly.
"Then why are you still coming here? There's meat there, but you won't let people eat it?"
He Jiuyue put her hand down and pulled up the quilt that Wen Zheliu had kicked to his waist, pulling it to his chest and abdomen. She was afraid that the quilt was stuffed with too much cotton and would be too heavy, which would make it difficult for Wen Zheliu to breathe at night. So she took a look and pulled it down a little.
"Or are you playing hard to get?"
"No."
Wen Zheliu held He Jiuyue's other unmoved hand, groped his way to lie on her shoulder, his voice soft and seductive like a fox.
"It's warm here, but it's too cold over there."
He Jiuyue chuckled, stretched out her arms, and tightly embraced Wen Zheliu who came closer to her.
They were clearly both covering themselves with the same quilt, so how could one be cold while the other was hot?
This is just a way for Wen Zheliu to win favor.
But she enjoys it.
With nothing on her mind, He Jiuyue breathed steadily and soon fell asleep.
Wen Zheliu leaned on her soft and warm arms, but couldn't close his eyes.
The mark on his head could only be completely removed by cutting off a layer of skin. Not only would it take a long time to recover, but it would also leave a large bald spot. If he did this under He Jiuyue's nose, the truth would inevitably come out.
Wen Zheliu moved closer to He Jiuyue's chest and listened to her steady and strong heartbeat all night.
The next day, when He Jiuyue opened her eyes, she met Wen Zheliu's dilated pupils.
"Why are there bruises under your eyelids? Are you feeling unwell?"
"I didn't sleep well last night." Wen Zheliu turned to the side and rolled over. "Don't worry, Princess."
He Jiuyue stretched her slightly numb arms and went outside to look for food. Only when she walked out the door did she realize something was wrong.
Did she make Wen Zheliu angry again?
The monks in the temple cook rice porridge, which is just pure rice and water, nothing else added. But for those who are hungry, it is a rare delicacy.
He Jiuyue picked up a spoon and scooped two bowls, then came back with the steaming hot porridge.
She stuffed it into Wen Zheliu's hand and said, "Here's a bowl. It's filled with porridge. It's still hot. It's perfect to warm your stomach. Can you eat it all by yourself?"
Wen Zheliu didn't take it, but just shook his head.
"What?" After all, He Jiuyue was of noble status and a bit proud. After being treated coldly, she did not lower her attitude anymore.
She stood aside, looking down at Wen Zheliu's face which had turned pale again at some point, and swallowed the second half of the sentence that was about to come out of her mouth: "You want me to feed you? Then be nicer to me and don't give me a cold shoulder."
Wen Zheliu was sitting against the wall, with one shoulder resting on the brick, his bare hands covering his lower abdomen, and a gloomy expression on his face.
"No appetite."
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