Chen Ziming came out soon.
Although she was not responsible for this matter, Su Yue still felt a little ashamed.
After all, when Zhao Mo asked about her relationship with Chen Ziming, she had said he was her boyfriend to save trouble.
Seeing him approach, she stood up, feeling a little flustered. She lowered her eyes and spoke softly,
“Is everything okay now?”
Unexpectedly, the man’s slightly cold voice sounded,
“Asking me or him?”
Su Yue:…
Considering he was still angry and had been slightly injured, she softened and didn’t want to argue with him.
So she reached out her small hand and gently held his slightly red and swollen right hand.
Her soft voice spoke,
“Shall we go home first? I’ll apply some medicine for you.”
She could clearly feel him relax a little. He then held her hand in return and led her out.
…
After entering the house, he immediately leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes, and rested.
Su Yue changed into slippers, found the ointment, and wet a towel before coming to him.
Kneeling beside him, she first used the towel to wipe his hand.
The warm, moist feeling came from his palm. He opened his eyes and glanced at the girl beside him.
Her eyes were lowered, and she looked quite serious.
Looking closely, he could find a trace of heartache in her eyes.
“What did my mother say to you tonight?”
He slowly asked.
The girl’s movements paused noticeably. Then, as if unconcerned, she raised her arm to wipe his mouth.
As she moved closer, the pear scent from her body wafted into his nostrils.
“She said she liked me very much and gave me her name card.”
Her voice was soft, her movements gentle.
But he reached out, grabbed her wrist, frowned slightly, and spoke slowly,
“Is that all?”
“Yes, what else do you want her to say?” She gently pulled away from him, put down the towel, and picked up the ointment.
Her soft fingers dipped into the slightly cool ointment and touched his lips. Her expression was focused, as if she didn’t care about the meeting with Meng Hualan. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
“Yueyue.” He still spoke, wanting to explain further.
“Don’t talk, you’re affecting my application of the medicine.”
Her voice was slightly stern.
Yet, her fingers were incredibly gentle.
The moon meets the clouds, the flowers meet the breeze.
The night sky tonight was beautiful.
Just like her beautiful face.
He was momentarily lost in thought.
“Chen Ziming, you don’t need to worry that I’ll be scared.” She stopped, then helped his hand up to apply medicine to the wounds there.
In fact, she had figured it out on the way.
Compared to ignorance, doubt, and fear, knowing clearly like this made things much easier.
She had been mentally prepared.
It was just that reality was much higher than her expectations.
As she said this, she felt him seem slightly surprised.
Then, finally, a smile appeared on his face.
“Baby, you’re much more capable than I thought.”
But even so, Chen Kang’an’s identity could not be revealed to her for the time being.
She didn’t speak and, after applying the medicine, gently blew on it.
He was moved for a moment.
He reached out his hands and hugged her waist.
“What are you doing? I need to put the medicine down.” She looked at him with amusement.
“Baby.” He suddenly called her softly.
“Hmm?”
He looked at her, such a beautiful girl.
Compared to five years ago, she had grown, but her eyes remained as clear as ever.
He understood her so well, knowing she was a bit wild, yet wild like a tiny hermit crab curled in its shell.
Seemingly dangerous, but if you touched it, it would retract.
He knew she had ambition and courage, and that she didn’t value love.
He knew that when she encountered romantic entanglements, she would instinctively escape.
…
He had not thought of cutting off contact with her like this, and forgetting each other in the vast sea of people.
But every day, every day, especially late at night.
He felt a void in his heart.
One shouldn’t meet too astonishing a person in youth, otherwise, the rest of their life would be unable to accommodate anyone else in their heart.
He was such an intelligent person.
So he had been waiting, waiting for the opportunity to approach her again.
Like a small beast lurking in a cave, with sparkling stardust scattered at the entrance, waiting for a lost girl to take it away.
And the moment she found him.
She smiled.
Yet, unbeknownst to her, the small beast, seemingly panicked, was also smiling inside, even more captivatingly than her.
—You smile faintly, saying nothing to me, yet I feel that for this, I have waited a very long time.