Crossing the line

Chapter 48 My brother looks old

When he raised his hand, she keenly felt that it might be another slap, so she immediately said, "Brother, what are you doing!"

The expected slap did not come.

When she looked up, Wen Yangzhi didn't even look at her. He relit a cigarette, and the smoke blurred his handsome face.

Compared to when he was in his early twenties, he looked less youthful, with thinner skin, which highlighted his originally three-dimensional bones. His nose bridge was more prominent, and the lines of his chin were more streamlined. He looked inexplicably sexy and deep when he held a cigarette in his mouth, with the pure white cigarette pipe buried in the center of his lips. He felt an indescribable desire, wanting to remove the cigarette and touch him himself.

She grabbed his trousers and said in a weak voice, "Brother, I can't hold on any longer."

He finally reached out a hand to pick her up, but he didn't expect that she would sit next to him as soon as she got up, immediately ten meters away from him.

Wen Yangzhi's voice was calm and emotionless: "Is there lice around me?"

But Yun Yuwan unexpectedly said, "You smell like an old man."

Wen Yangzhi looked up at her, and the hand that held the cigarette tightened a little, and the twisted veins on the back of his hand became more prominent, and his face was indifferent:
"Say it again."

She protested: "Brother smells like an old man!"

"Itchy skin, huh?"

She retorted: "I'm not itchy, it's obviously because you want to touch my butt that you're looking for an excuse, brother is a pervert."

Wen Yangzhi looked at her expressionlessly for a moment, then relit his cigarette and exhaled a puff of white smoke:
"Sit over here."

The clouds are about to set in and stop moving.

Wen Yangzhi's expression was cold: "Three."

When she heard him counting, she immediately sat down.

She sat next to him, and Wen Yangzhi held the back of her head and kissed her gently, but he only kissed her briefly, and the cigarette in his hand didn't even burn out enough ash to fall off.

Yun Yuwan subconsciously wanted to laugh, but she kept a straight face: "Brother is so violent."

He touched his pipe lightly with his index finger: "When you get older, you like to beat kids."

It hit Yun Yuwan right on the spot: "I'm not a child!"

He remained calm and glanced at her calmly: "I really have rheumatism."

She was speechless and stuttered: "Does it hurt now?"

He averted his gaze from her and deliberately mentioned her comment about his age: "It's normal for you to have rheumatism pain when you're old."

She lowered her head and muttered, "You are old, old and ugly, unlike me who is young and beautiful."

His temples throbbed violently, but he said calmly:

"Isn't this the time for you to keep guessing whether your brother has a girlfriend?"

She was stunned and blushed: "How could I!"

Wen Yangzhi had a blank expression on his face. He held the cigarette between his fingers and took a sip from the cup. It was unclear whether he was mocking her or just being perfunctory.
"Well, I worry every day whether I have a girlfriend."

Yun Yuwan's face turned red. It turned out that he knew everything.

She was so young at that time, and her brother knew that she had such thoughts.

She felt a little ashamed and quietly wanted to sit further away from Wen Yangzhi.

However, Wen Yangzhi didn't even look at her: "Not kissing anymore?"

She was pleasantly surprised that she could still kiss her brother after scolding him: "Is it still okay?"

Wen Yangzhi looked at her as if she were a fool: "You can also find someone younger."

She moved closer, leaned into his arms, pressed against his chest, looked at his expression, slowly pulled out his tie, and pulled him to lower his head. Wen Yangzhi lowered his head, and she saw his face so close to her, and suddenly she felt a little shy and didn't dare to kiss him.

Wen Yangzhi was looking at her at such a close distance that even though he had no expression, she felt her heart beating faster. And he was indeed looking at her. It was impossible for her brother to ignore her at such a close distance.

The straight nose seemed to be touching her face. She had never seen those deep eyes at such a close distance. This angle was more intimate than a kiss. In the six years since she left the Wen family, she missed this face all the time.

The love in her heart could not be restrained from flowing out of her eyes: "Wen Yangzhi."

His huge Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he still looked at her indifferently: "Yeah."

The girl's tipsy expression leaked out from between her teeth: "I like you so much, I love you so much."

Her love is like a honey jar filled with mountain honey. Just one look at it will tell you that it is so sweet that it penetrates your heart.

He listened and just told her, "Get up."

She cried, "Why?"

Wen Yangzhi did not want to explain, and said briefly: "Rheumatism pain."

Yun Yuwan only then realized that she was pressing on his left leg and quickly got up.

Wen Yangzhi flicked the ash from his cigarette: "What's going on?"

She sat on the carpet at his feet, hugged his left leg like a dog, but refused to give in: "Brother, didn't you hear me say I love you?"

"I heard."

She felt dissatisfied and aggrieved: "Then you should say I love you too, or I like you too."

Wen Yangzhi lowered his eyelids and looked at her, with a slight shadow in his eyes: "Is it very important?"

She was not convinced: "Isn't it important?"

He avoided the question and asked her directly:

"Why were you crying just now?"

She pulled his tie, dissatisfied that he didn't say I love you too: "I cry because I want to be with you."

"You want to be with me, what's there to cry about?" Wen Yangzhi said calmly.

She said confidently, "It's just that I saw it was raining so hard and I felt sorry for your leg pain. It must be very tiring to be with you."

The tie still had the residual warmth from his body. She pulled it and pretended to wipe her tears. She could smell the faint and gentlemanly scent of men's perfume when she got close to his nose: "Brother, you must be too old to walk. You still want me to push your wheelchair and take you out to see the beautiful old lady." He said indifferently: "I don't like to see old ladies."

"Then what do you like to watch?" she asked angrily.

Wen Yangzhi said calmly: "I have always liked looking at young and beautiful people since I was a child."

I wanted to refute him.

Realizing something, she was filled with sweetness, and her eyes suddenly lit up: "Brother, are you talking about me?"

He doesn't answer.

But Yun Yuwan knew it must be true, because she had just praised herself for her youth and beauty.

My brother likes her.

My brother was too embarrassed to say it out loud.

How could there be someone so stubborn that he would go through so much trouble to tell her that he likes her?

She hugged his legs and shook them happily: "Brother, you are just saying that you like me."

Wen Yangzhi pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, still with a calm expression: "No."

She argued: "Obviously!"

Wen Yangzhi corrected her lazily, "Being too narcissistic is not a good thing."

Instead, she became more confident: "What narcissism? If I wasn't the one hearing this, I wouldn't have heard you say 'I like you'. My brother obviously likes my narcissism and can understand what you are saying."

Wen Yangzhi suddenly laughed.

Yun Yuwan felt a chill on her back: "Is that so?"

Wen Yangzhi was no fool, but his face was still cold and pale, and he changed the subject:

"Do you know why my legs hurt?"

Yun Yuwan didn't expect Wen Yangzhi to have guessed this, and was a little surprised, but replied hesitantly:

"understood."

Wen Yangzhi rarely comforted her: "It doesn't hurt."

She raised her head, still hesitant and distressed: "Is it really not painful?"

His tone was indifferent, but his words were surprisingly intimate: "It doesn't hurt so much when you are here."

She was a little surprised, but reacted immediately, her brows lit up with joy, she pulled his legs and sat on his lap.

Her slender upper body was covered with a bean green sling, which wrapped around her plump and tender body. Whenever Wen Yang lowered his head, he could stare into the abyss. She didn't realize that she had grown up, and she always clung to him like a child:
"Brother, you obviously like me very much, don't you?"

Wen Yangzhi didn't answer her. She stretched out her petite hand to pinch his chin, and with the other hand she pulled his tie, asking him to look down at her:

"You must have been missing me so much that you couldn't sleep. The day I came back, you said you wanted to hug me. You must have wanted to kiss me that day, right?"

After she pulled off his tie clip, Wen Yangzhi finally looked down.

Yun Yuwan immediately clipped the sapphire duckbill clip on her head onto his tie, and said in a pretentious and coquettish manner: "Brother, I'll give you a tie clip."

At first glance, there is indeed no clue, but when you know what it is, you just find it a little funny.

Children's toys.

His indifferent gaze fell on her face. Her fair face was like fresh petals, rose petals wrapped on the calyx of the flower branch, soft and full of moisture, so tender that it looked delicious.

When she smiles, although she has no dimples, her face looks full and well-proportioned, like a flower bud that does not show any signs of withering. The curve of her apple cheeks when she smiles is similar to that of a bulging flower bud.

It makes people want to rub her chubby cheeks against his neck and cheeks.

Seeing that he didn't move, Yun Yuwan even put her arms around his neck, rubbed her face against his clear jawline and neck, and acted coquettishly with him: "Brother, they don't care about you, but I do. I care about you as much as everyone else."

She spoke a little arrogantly, and it was unclear whether she was sincere or just saying it casually.

His Adam's apple rolled but he didn't respond.

It was not because she promised too easily, but because almost no one around him said such words to him. It was so rare that it was unfamiliar.

Just like when I first met her, she can fully express kindness and concern to people she just met.

It was still raining outside, and my left knee was aching slightly due to the sequelae of being beaten by my father.

She sat on it, her weight pressing on his knees, and somehow the dull pain seemed to disappear, her presence far stronger than the pain.

But the more unfamiliar it is, the more I want to return to my own boundaries.

He said calmly: "I'll be back soon."

She hugged his thin waist and leaned on him: "Why go back? I want to sleep with my brother. You promised me."

"I smell like an old man." Wen Yangzhi opened his thin lips lazily.

Yun Yuwan buried herself in his arms, messing up his shirt: "No, brother smells good."

But even after she said that, Wen Yangzhi still held her and carried her down.

Yun Yuwan muttered: "Brother, why are you so hot and cold towards me?"

She said aggrievedly: "Do you have other sisters outside?"

"What do you mean?" Wen Yangzhi glanced at her.

She said aggrievedly: "The water heater is hot and cold, that means someone is using it."

Wen Yangzhi: “…”

He pulled her into his arms.

(End of this chapter)