Crossing the line

Chapter 46: Cold Legs at a Young Age

His movements were sudden. Wen Yangzhi was too close to her, and the strong masculine aura hit her, making her feel uncomfortable all over.

She wanted to avoid his gaze, but his eyes and body were too burning and she couldn't resist for a moment.

Her hand was still on his chest, not daring to look at him: "Brother."

Yun Yuwan looked around but didn't look at him. Even when her big round eyes were drooping, her eyelids were curved like crescents. There were no obvious edges on her face except for her narrow and delicate nose. She had the uncontrollable cuteness of a young child, just like when she was sixteen or seventeen years old.

Wen Yangzhi placed his hand on her tailbone and patted her gently:
"Look?"

She was shocked for a moment, and finally raised her eyes slowly and met his gaze. She didn't know what was going on.

His eyes were clearly as deep and bottomless as the sea at night, yet they seemed to be filled with fire, and she couldn't bear to look at them.

The red lips opened and closed: "Why are you back?"

Wen Yangzhi held her in his hand but did not take the next step: "Just passing by."

She should have had a lot to say to her brother, but at this moment she didn't dare to say it. She was afraid that if she said it, she would have to look into his eyes and have eye contact. She could only whisper: "Oh..."

Wen Yangzhi lowered his eyes: "Is there anything you want from me?"

Her voice was weak and delicate, and she asked sincerely: "What do you want from me?"

His eyes were scorching hot, but his voice was the opposite, as cold as melting ice:
"I don't want anything. What were you doing around me the past while?"

He spoke so directly that Yun Yuwan wanted to cover her face.

It turned out that her brother had always known that she was seducing him, but he didn't react, and she thought he didn't feel it.

Wen Yangzhi folded his arms, and she sat on the island counter, just at eye level with him.

Being hugged by Wen Yangzhi, she felt shy and timid, but his warmth and scent made her want to get close to him. He was the person she had liked for so many years.

She admitted shyly: "I want you, I like you so much."

His eyes darkened.

She leaned close to him, just enough to touch his lips: "Brother, are you going to respond to me?"

The depths of Wen Yangzhi’s eyes were like the night sky in the wilderness.

At such a close distance, there was nothing she could think of except kissing.

Yun Yuwan thought about it and touched his lips tentatively.

Wen Yangzhi was not angry.

She touched it again tentatively.

The man who spoke tough words was actually very soft-spoken. He had a cold and hard appearance, but his mouth was like a gummy bear. She was secretly delighted.

However, when she was about to leave, Yun Yuwan was still immersed in the joy of Wen Yangzhi letting her kiss her.

Wen Yangzhi held the back of her head and pushed her towards him.

The room was quiet and the curtains were open.

If you really have the heart, you can see clearly inside from the outside.

The thick surf carried her into the great ocean current, and the waves rolled and surged, one after another.

The night approaches gradually like the waves of a warm ocean current pushing towards the shore. It feels like being wrapped in it with no way to escape.

It was completely different from a dragonfly skimming the water. She was not used to it. Just as she was about to hide and take a breath, she felt herself bitten.

Yun Yuwan covered her mouth in shock.

The clear and beautiful round eyes stared at him.

But Wen Yang's eyes were calm:

"anything else?"

The aftereffects of being swept away were so strong that the tip of her tongue was slightly painful.

She said blankly: "Brother, bite me."

He was indifferent, as if it didn't matter:
"Bite it back."

She blushed and hesitated, "Why are you like this?"

Wen Yangzhi didn't answer her, so Yun Yuwan lowered her head and looked around at the ground, like a puppy with its ears drooping, with her hands on the island, muttering to herself as if talking to herself:

"I want to come down."

Wen Yangzhi ignored her.

She begged him, "Brother, I want to come down."

He finally moved, spread her legs, let her hang on him, and lifted her up by her thighs.

Yun Yuwan felt as if he was floating in the air with nowhere to go.

It doesn't come down like this.

Before she could react, the man was carrying her.

At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the door, followed by knocks on the door.

Outside, Zhao Qin was cautious:

"Son, Auntie Wang has made some soup. Do you want to come down... and have some with your sister?"

He held her in his arms and sat on the sofa at the end of the bed. They sat in this position with Yun Yuwan still sitting on his lap.

Yun Yuwan was at a loss, not knowing what to do next.

Zhao Qin advised with a lack of confidence:
"You haven't communicated with your sister for a long time. The failure of the marriage is not entirely your sister's fault. Don't be so harsh and blame your sister."

Yun Yuwan wanted to look outside the door, but Wen Yangzhi's kiss came suddenly again.

She was a little shocked.

Wen Yangzhi closed his eyes and completely ignored the sounds outside.

"It's a pity that we couldn't marry into the Jiang family. You can't blame Yu Wan for all your anger. Mom knows you must be angry with Yu Wan. You also have to think that Yu Wan is still young, and she can't even tell who she likes and who she doesn't like." He saw her very clearly.

Yun Yuwan's lips and teeth were blocked and she could only speak unclearly: "Brother, Auntie is calling you."

Wen Yangzhi simply held her cheek with his hand and pushed her head back as she tilted her head distractedly, without answering Zhao Qin at all.

Zhao Qin wanted to take this opportunity to go in. Her hand was already on the door handle, but she found that the door was locked.

Is his son so afraid that she will come in and talk to him?
So annoying to her...

Zhao Qin finally stopped talking and withdrew her hand that was holding the door handle in disappointment.

Now Hong Kong students don’t even want to listen to her words…

Just respond to her with just one sentence, and don't embarrass her in front of Yun Yuwan.

But even if she brought up Yu Wan and talked about Yu Wan, he remained indifferent.

Does her son hate her so much?
Yun Yuwan finally fell on his shoulder: "No, brother, my mouth is numb."

Wen Yangzhi finally let her go.

She came over and hugged him tightly again, wanting to wrap herself around him and hug him.

She was a little worried: "Brother, Auntie has been calling you just now."

Wen Yangzhi lowered his eyes and looked at her: "You are afraid too."

He let go of her, put her on the sofa, and got up to the table to light a cigarette.

She followed him like a puppy and hugged his waist from behind:
"Brother, can I sleep with you tonight?"

He was lighting a cigarette with his back to her, flicking the lighter with his thumb. The spring-loaded lid opened quickly with a slight flick. The pure copper mechanical vibration made a clear sound, and Wen Yangzhi's voice rang out, neat and calm:
"can."

She couldn't believe it, she was extremely surprised, but she said shyly:

"Then can I do anything with you?"

He held the cigarette between his two thin fingers and took it down, and just turned his eyes to look at her.
"tomorrow."

Yun Yuwan was puzzled: "Why tomorrow?"

She was too noisy, but Wen Yangzhi still answered her, but his words were vague:
"It's going to rain, no."

"Why can't it rain?" She was even more confused.

He just remained silent and didn't answer. Yun Yuwan was confused but didn't continue to ask, so she had to change the topic: "How do you know it's going to rain? The weather forecast said there would be no rain today."

He finally spoke, exhaling a puff of white smoke: "My knee hurts."

She was stunned for a moment, and suddenly found it very funny that her brother could be so funny: "Brother, you are only four or five years older than me, why do you have cold legs?"

Wen Yangzhi flicked the ash from his cigarette: "You also know that I'm old."

Yun Yuwan couldn't help laughing.

She let go of Wen Yangzhi, and Wen Yangzhi sat down on the leather chair in front of the table.

But unexpectedly, she squatted down and covered his knees with her warm little hands.

He just lowered his eyelids, and his deep eyes seemed to look at her passionate and coquettishly with a calm look.

His eyes didn't reveal what he was thinking.

But I still reminded her: "It's on the left."

Yun Yuwan immediately moved both hands to the left.

Why do some people only have pain on one side of their legs when they have cold? It's so strange.

It suddenly started to rain heavily outside the window, and there were continuous rumbling thunder. It was pitch black outside, and everything was blocked by the heavy rain.

But she just felt that her brother must be in pain, so she held his left knee tightly, hugged his legs, sat on the carpet, and lay on his knees and acted coquettishly with him.

Wen Yangzhi's eyes were strange. At first glance, they seemed calm, but she felt that her brother seemed to be thinking about something.

The next day at breakfast, Wen Yangzhi left early again. Yun Yuwan mentioned it unintentionally: "Brother, how come you have rheumatism at this age?"

Zhao Qin paused, and the corners of her lips twitched with a bit of stagnation: "How did you know that?"

She just felt that Aunt Qin's expression and movements were strange, as if she didn't want her to know, or that she shouldn't know this:
"My brother was talking to me yesterday. He said his knees hurt. It rained not long after. Isn't it rheumatism?"

Zhao Qin nodded and evaded the question.

After dinner, Yun Yuwan wanted to go back to her room, but Aunt Wang stopped her and pulled her aside.

"Miss, don't mention this matter in front of the lady anymore."

She was puzzled and confused: "What is it?"

Seeing her confused expression, Wang Ma sighed in her heart that the child was ignorant but she couldn't blame her. She probably didn't expect that "Mr. Wen's leg was not rheumatism, but was broken by Mr. Wen."

Yun Yuwan suddenly felt as if she was on the edge of an icy abyss: "What did you say?"

Mother Wang sighed, her expression solemn: "You hadn't come yet at that time. Mr. Xiao Wen has been interested in art since he was a child. When he was sixteen or seventeen years old, he applied to Parsons School of Design, but his paintings were torn up by him."

Parsons, she knew, was the best art school in the United States.

But it turned out that her brother had applied to an art college. She had never seen him show any interest in art, and she had never even seen one of his works. There was not a single paintbrush in his room.

She studied art, and her brother never told her that he also studied art.

Wang Ma's voice was more penetrating than the wind and rain: "Mr. Xiao Wen wanted to paint again and get his portfolio ready before the application. When Mr. Xiao Wen found out, he was furious and broke Mr. Xiao Wen's left leg with a stone paperweight."

Yun Yuwan's eyes turned red before she finished listening.

Last night she was still laughing at her brother's cold legs.

I didn't dare to think too deeply for a moment, as my tears were already falling uncontrollably.

Wang Ma felt a little sad. She had seen Wen Yangzhi and Wen Wei and Zhao Qin drift apart, and they became colder and colder every day. "You were not around at that time, and Mr. Wen didn't mention it, so the family deliberately didn't mention it. We just didn't expect you to know."

(End of this chapter)