Crossing the line

Chapter 35 True Princess

She just burst into tears: "I don't want..."

Wen Yangzhi took out the most popular book from the latest box of books, and his low, cold voice sounded in her ears, with a close, intimate and warm manner, but also a rare gentleness:

"Is it this one?"

She shook her head desperately.

He simply pulled out a limited edition collector's edition, and he did it without any regret, leaving a mark on the edge. He looked at her sideways and said, "Is it this one?"

She sobbed and sobbed: "Neither, I don't want any of them."

Wen Yangzhi put the book down and spoke to her seriously, not just perfunctorily because of her temper: "If you don't tell me, how do I know which book you want?"

The more she thought about it, the more unlucky she felt. She reached out to wipe away her tears, which were still flowing shamefully. She sobbed bitterly, "I don't want comics."

Wen Yangzhi held her under the armpits and adjusted her sitting position so that she sat sideways on his thighs. He could see her face and talk to her at close range. His heroic and elegant face was right in front of him, and his clean and broad Fuxi eyes were looking at her quietly.

She felt very ashamed of her face covered with tears and snot, and was so embarrassed that she reached out to cover her face with her hands.

Wen Yangzhi opened the drawer and took out the clean, soft blue cotton handkerchief from his drawer to wipe her face, drying her tears bit by bit.

He wiped her eyes with his fingertips on a soft handkerchief, pinched her nose and wiped her snot, threw the dirty handkerchief into the basket, and asked her calmly as if he was taking care of a child:

"Are you angry because I didn't let you enter Jinglou?"

Yun Yuwan shook her head against her will. Wen Yangzhi looked at her and she couldn't help but nodded.

She choked up and said, "You...why are you like this? I won't like you anymore."

Although Wen Yangzhi still didn't show much expression, his face was calm and his voice was calm, which was a rare good temper: "Brother is wrong, can you continue to like me?"

He had a blank expression on his face, staring at her intently, causing her heart to beat wildly.

She felt uneasy for a moment and put her hand on his thigh. She subconsciously wanted to step back, but there was no way to retreat because of the full glass window behind her. His eyes were fixed on her and he was looking at her quietly, which made her feel hot all over and her heart numb and itchy. She couldn't stop swallowing.

He clamped her waist, her skirt rubbed against his light-colored jeans and hung down from his legs. He moved her back silently. Every inch of her felt so soft and soft that he couldn't stop. She was completely wrapped in his arms. It didn't seem like he was coaxing a child, but more like an intimate boyfriend and girlfriend.

Brother Gangsheng was actually the brother of her old friend.

There should have been other possibilities.

Wen Yangzhi continued to ask her as if he had not said anything just now: "Which one do you want?"

She couldn't help but clench her hands slightly and grasp the hem of her white skirt.

She didn't say anything, so he put one arm around her waist and with his other hand, he put his fingers on the top of each book in the box beside him, slightly pushing open the gap to let her see what was on the cover of each book, and waited for her to speak.

His profile was serious, with sharp features, but he was very close, allowing her to see him clearly. She had never seen his face so close before.

He has an even skin tone, a small mole under his ear, and the bones on his face are nice and standard enough to be used as material for a painting. Even when looking at him from this angle, he still looks good.

He kept flipping through the pages, and she caught a glimpse of the comic book she wanted, and quickly spoke:
"That book... is called 'Flower Shop at No. 18, Long Street'."

But her voice was too quiet.

Perhaps Wen Yangzhi didn't hear clearly, so he leaned closer to her ear, his face beside hers, and whispered softly and intimately: "What did you say?"

He came too close to her, and she could not bear it. She said it again with difficulty:
"Flower Shop No. 18, Chang Street."

Wen Yangzhi went back and looked through the box of books and found the book The Flower Shop at No. 18 Chang Street.

He casually picked up the pen beside him and scratched the side of the plastic cover. The plastic cover broke, and he simply tore off the transparent plastic cover along the tear. The clear sound of plastic paper was as dense as small bombs, and the book was completely revealed in front of her.

She sat on Wen Yangzhi's lap and watched him spread the book on the carpet.

Before he opened the book, his voice was as steady as the wind and the waves, as if he was talking about something very natural and trivial: "I don't let people into the Jinglou, but you must go in. I never said I couldn't let you in."

"Can't aunt and uncle do that too?"

He said calmly: "They have never come in." Yun Yuwan seemed to calm down in an instant.

It turns out that not letting anyone into the Jinglou was just my brother’s habit.

Wen Yangzhi hugged her and turned the pages for her to read. At this moment, those warm scenes didn't seem to make her want to cry so much.

He was like a lighthouse for her to rest, his body temperature and breathing strongly supported her. She was not homeless, Brother was her home.

Halfway through, she gently placed her hands on Wen Yangzhi's broad arms around her waist. He did not move his hands away, allowing her to hold them.

After a while, he turned the pages with one hand, and naturally adjusted the position of the other hand, but still holding her.

She finally whispered, "Actually, I'm not crying because of the book..."

He didn't stop flipping through the book: "Yeah."

She thought he didn't want to hear it, so she took the conversation back.

But Wen Yangzhi said softly: "Because of what, brother didn't hear it."

She was a little surprised, but she muttered:
"I just happened to transfer to Yang Ni's class. Yang Ni thought I transferred there to curry favor with him, and he has been leading my classmates to isolate me, saying that I am a fake. Others know that I am the daughter of the Wen family and want to befriend me, so he spreads the news that I am a fake princess. Today, I fainted in class due to hypoglycemia, and they said I was pretending to seduce Yang Ni."

It sounded childish and a little funny, and she was a little afraid that he would laugh at her, thinking that she was fussing over some unimportant little things and that it was just a ridiculous fight between children.

But Wen Yangzhi didn't, he just listened quietly, knowing that since she was sad, this must be a big deal for her, so he asked her: "What do you want to do?"

She said timidly: "I want to... drop out of school."

She was filled with anxiety, afraid that he would say she was making a big deal out of nothing, but Wen Yangzhi was calm:
"Do you want to go back to your old school?"

She was overjoyed: "Can I?"

Wen Yangzhi nodded lightly, stating the fact in a normal tone: "Okay, because in my brother's eyes, you are a real princess."

He didn't even look at her, but just lowered his eyes to read the comic book she liked.

There was no contempt, no ridicule, and no disdain for the children's thoughts.

But the commonplace statement is more touching than the deliberate emphasis.

Her cautious nerves finally relaxed a little, and she dared to speak her mind:
"But I don't really want to go back to my old school. Everyone knows I left, and it would be awkward to go back."

Wen Yangzhi raised his eyelids: "Then are you willing to enter my alma mater?"

She was delighted: "Yes!"

"Go back later and prepare for your transfer. It will be arranged for you within a week." He said.

A huge rock finally fell, and she seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Yun Yuwan suddenly asked cautiously: "Brother, do you smoke?"

He whispered, "Hmm?"

She reached out and grabbed his collar and refused to let go: "You smell like cigarettes. I, I smell it."

He smiled: "Oh, I smell it."

Her face burned slightly.

In fact, it is not strong, the dry and cold smell of tobacco, coupled with the cold fragrance of yew on his body, is more in line with his temperament.

Yun Yuwan gently loosened his collar. It had been so long since she felt such an indulgent atmosphere, so she was cautious when getting into it, fearing that her dream would be shattered.

Wen Yangzhi asked her gently, "Besides this, is there anything else that is bothering you?"

(End of this chapter)