Chapter 13 Part3 (1/2)

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Chapter 13.3 — An Unstoppable a.s.sailment of Fl.u.s.ter (3)

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Yi Wenze did not even lift his head and only continued reading through the medication instructions.

Jia He poked him again. Finally, he looked up at her. In a small voice, she asked, ”Who's that?”

Clack. The kettle's switch happened to pop back up at this particular instant. He poured half a gla.s.s of water. ”The voice isn't really familiar. It might be someone from the cast or production team.”

”Oh,” Jia He uttered. ”She might have come to find you because of something important. Go see.” The words were out before she realized her tone oozed the sourness of jealousy.

The door sounded with another two knocks. Seriously, she just won't give up.

”Go.” Jia He used her lips to motion towards the door. ”She won't be able to fall asleep if she doesn't see you.” Saying this, she strode through the hallway, sat down on the bed, picked up the remote control, and turned on the television.

Immediately after she finished speaking, he truly did head over and open the door.

Darn it! Treating me like I'm dead… Jia He secretly gnashed her teeth.

The hallway was dimly lit. Standing outside the door was the young woman whom Yi Wenze had helped the previous night. She seemed to have just taken a shower, her waist-length hair emitting a slight sheen.

”Teacher Yi, you still haven't gone to bed?”

What a waste of words. Even if he had, he would have been woken up with your knocking.As Jia He muttered this in her mind, she furtively treaded over to a spot off to the side and silently declared, If you dare get one step closer, I'll… I'll… What should I do?

She could not be too violent. If they somehow attracted some nosy onlookers, that would just damage Yi Wenze's image.

But she could not hold back too much and seem cowering. If she were too reasonable to talk to, that would just mean that after she left Chengdu there would be knocking on the door every night.

Yi Wenze did not answer the question and instead cut straight to the chase. ”Is there something you need?”

”No, nothing really.” The woman smiled, ”I just wanted to ask you, Teacher Yi, how's the injury on your arm?”

Injury? Jia He's heart plummeted with a thud. She slunk another step closer, not daring to even blink her eyes, for fear she might listen in to something she should not and learn that she had fallen into the same blunder as many years ago. Before her eyes flashed the scene she had once witnessed: in the magazine's office building, in the coffee station, that silent kiss. All of a sudden, at the bottom of her heart, there was small voice crying to her.

Jia He, protect your happiness. You need to protect your happiness!

”Thank you.” Yi Wenze gave a polite smile. ”If there are no other matters, my girl—” Before he had finished speaking, he suddenly felt something warm on his waist. Someone was embracing him from behind. A very gentle voice cooed, ”Hubby, my tooth hurts…”

He looked down, watching as she poked her head out from beneath his arm, smiled, greeted that young woman. ”Would you like to come in and sit? We haven't gone to bed yet.” He had originally wanted to reject that woman right in front of her, but sometimes she would do things even he was unable to imagine.

The muted lighting of the corridor was like that of a night scene of din and bustle. The warm yellow illumination behind him, though, was like that cast by wall lamps of home.

That woman completely froze, watching as Yi Wenze lowered his head to look at the person in his arms, his smile teeming with extreme tenderness. He gave a light cough. Unexpectedly, he felt an urge rise inside of him, but what it was he wanted to do, he could not really say.

In the end, he took her hand in his and offhandedly shut the door. ”Don't you have a toothache? Go take your medicine first.”

When Jia He saw that he had not even spoken a single superfluous word and simply, just like that, closed the door, she actually was a little stunned. What's up with him? That's not like him… He picked up the package of medication and placed the gla.s.s of water into her hand.

There was a very light sound as the foil was peeled open. Jia He very naturally extended a hand to take the medicine from him, but he picked up a pill between his fingers and very gently fed it into her mouth.

From opening the medicine package to feeding her the pill, everything been done in one smooth go.

She had initially intended on putting on an icy look and asking why this woman would come here in the middle of the night, but very pathetically, owing to this one action, more than half of the fire burning in her was extinguished. ”Where are you hurt? Why didn't you tell me?” Yanking up Yi Wenze's right sleeve, she examined that arm, but finding no injuries, she moved over to the left side. Only then did she see a very deep cut.

Judging from its colour, this wound was only a day or two old.

”It's a cut from a prop. It's not very serious.” He began lowering his sleeve, but she held it down.

”Yi Wenze.”

This was her first time addressing him by his full name, and it truly did startle him for a moment. Then, smiling, he picked her up and set her, sitting, onto the counter. ”So serious. What is it you want to say?”

”I must tell you very seriously.” She held her breath. Being seated in such a spot put her at the perfect height to gaze him directly in the eyes. ”You made a very grave mistake.”

He smiled wordlessly, his manner open and unruffled as he looked at her.

”I feel like you're not really looking squarely at our relations.h.i.+p. We're not acting out some sort of idol drama, where we only need to share the great joys and great sorrows. When you see I have a toothache, you'll go with me to the dentist. But you got hurt—let's not even talk about whether it's a big injury or a small—and you didn't tell me straightaway. That is the biggest mistake.”

The more Jia He spoke, the more wounded and wronged she felt. Only now noticing the bitter taste in her mouth, she realized that she was still sucking on the pill. Immediately her brows creased in a grimace, and she gulped three large mouthfuls of water before she was able to swallow down that pill that had already melted in her mouth. ”So bitter…” Honestly, so bitter and so painful. This was so awful she could die.

While she was still composing in her mind the words she would say in the negotiation talk that was to follow, he suddenly folded her into his arms and covered her lips with his.

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An intense bitterness still clung to the tip of her tongue. He, though, seemed as if he could not taste it at all, completely entwining his tongue with hers and burrowing it in deep. How, how… did things suddenly become this? This question echoed ceaselessly through the last shreds of her awareness. Her back was against a mirror and one of her hands was pressing down on the countertop, that foil package of pills by chance beneath her palm.

Reflexively, her fingers tightened into a fist, causing crackling sounds to come from the foil package. It had been just a little more than a month, thirty-four days—such a short time—but why did it feel like they had not seen each other for an entire lifetime already? Even this entangling kiss had become unfamiliar and scorching. Her eyes tightly shut, that pain that had been tormenting her forgotten, she tried to return his kiss. He, however, suddenly pulled away from her. With one arm propped against the mirror behind her, he subdued the impulse that was roiling in him.

Yi Wenze could not even count how many times in the past he had been injured on the set while filming, but never before had he felt the way he did this time. While the wound was being bandaged, he had actually received her text message, and all of a sudden he had wavered—should he wait until the injury was healed before letting her come?

He had not expected her reaction to this to be so big.

”Is it still bitter?” he asked.

Dazedly, Jia He answered, ”Mm-hmm.” Once more, he pressed his lips onto hers and continued, very slowly, to brush the tip of his tongue over her lips and teeth. As he drew deeper and deeper on her, she heard him say that it was time to go to bed. The entire way, from the bar counter to the bed, he carried her in his arms. Her anger had long since been doused out by him, and in the end she only lay docilely on his arm, making one last struggling attempt. ”I still haven't finished talking.”

”Go ahead.” From the bottom of her garment, his hand at her back slid inside. Every inch of movement was filled with tenderness, attentiveness.

With you doing this… How can I possibly even talk? …

She glared plaintively at him.

”What's wrong?” Bringing his head down, he nibbled the tip of her ear.