Crossing the line

Chapter 79 It's up to you
His face was held up by her on both sides, as if she wanted to squeeze him into a bun, but he didn't have much flesh on his face, and his skin was tight and thin, so she couldn't squeeze it into a round shape even if she tried hard.

Maybe she can squeeze herself into that shape easily, so she thinks others have baby fat, and even if they don't, it will appear if she squeezes.

Wen Yangzhi is already 28 years old, so how come he still has baby fat that he doesn't even have at 18?

Yun Yuwan failed and could only let go of her hand and turned to say something else: "Did I make you happy?"

"It's OK." He answered perfunctorily.

She didn't believe it: "You say one thing and mean another. You're obviously very happy."

Yun Yuwan signed in the lower right corner of the painting and said proudly, "This is for you, Brother Dead Duck."

She was complacent and arrogant.

Wen Yangzhi put his hands on her shoulders and looked at the painting carefully.

Even if it was just a joke, from the moment she made the first stroke, he knew the difference between the two of them, and it would be difficult for him to have the chance to draw like this.

He touched her head and carefully put it in a folder.

Yun Yuwan looked up at him and said, "Can you still accompany me like this tomorrow?"

"Not tomorrow." The lines of his lips were as clear as floating leaf veins.

She sighed in disappointment: "My VIP period is only one day."

He said briefly: "Tomorrow I will present awards to the city's top ten outstanding young people."

Yun Yuwan wondered if he had said it the other way around: "Not to win an award?"

He opened his mouth and easily stated the fact:
"Awards."

Of course, given his status, he can only be the one presenting the awards.

Yun Yuwan took out another piece of white paper and drew a few lines on it. She didn't draw any shapes, so it was hard to tell what she was drawing at first glance: "Brother, will you always change your stubborn habit?"

He simply said: "It depends on my mood."

She complained: "Do you only speak half a sentence when you are in a bad mood?"

He glanced at her: "It depends on your mood."

Yun Yuwan pursed her lips to hold back her laughter when she heard the words. She buried her head in his arms, feeling embarrassed and sweet at the same time: "Why are you like this?"

She rubbed against his chest and arms like a stuffed little teddy bear, and since she had a lot of hair, the rubbing caused static electricity.

When she raised her head, her hair was all messy, making her look more like a cartoon character. Wen Yangzhi lowered his head to kiss her, holding her lower lip, and the soft and warm touch touched each other. The sensitive and subtle feeling flowed down her throat, as if there was a thin hook. Once he hooked her, she would be hooked up, and her whole body would be numb and crushed into his fish balls.

His big hand was placed on top of her head, pressing her upturned head down to prevent her from looking at him, otherwise they would have kissed for a long time while drawing these two pictures.

He spoke without any emotion, as clear as water: "I'll give you the initiative. It's up to you to advance or retreat."

She was curious: "Why aren't you a male chauvinist at all?"

She thought that because of her high position and power, she would be respected wherever she went. Wen Yangzhi, who was admired by everyone, would also be superior in relationships.

Wen Yangzhi placed his long fingers on the paper, looking at the few new lines she had drawn, guessing what she wanted to draw:
"Only useless men would think of stepping on their partners in everything."

She was surprised: "You are a man, why are you scolding men?"

He held her with one hand and rested the other on his forehead, looking down at her drawing: "It's just the facts."

"I thought..." she murmured.

He asked back, "Why?"

She answered him truthfully: "When I fall in love with you, you will have full control." Hearing her slightly childish words, Wen Yangzhi still did not fluctuate too much, but just taught her: "If a man wants to maintain a long-term relationship, he will not compete with you for the dominant position in the relationship, nor will he try to control the relationship."

"Why?" She didn't understand the hidden meanings.

He lowered his thin eyelids and finally saw what she wanted to draw: "Those who care about dominance will not choose the woman they like. They will only choose those who are obedient and willing to make concessions. If I care about dominance, I will not choose you."

Yun Yuwan understood what he said, that he liked her, so she asked cheerfully, "Then what do you like about me?"

He told the truth: "I like your stupidity."

Because she is stupid, he is always worried that she will be bullied by others, worried that she will be hurt if he is not the one she is in love with, worried that she will ask for things from others without depth and without boundaries and that others cannot give it to her, worried that others cannot follow her pace, ignore the psychological and spiritual trauma she suffers, do not understand her hidden pain, and their love for her will be worn away as long as she makes a fuss once.

He is different, he can give her whatever she wants.

Yun Yuwan was unhappy: "Don't you just like me because I'm stupid and easy to control? And I'm not stupid."

She is not stupid, and compared with ordinary people she is even considered a little clever. But in this environment, everyone she meets is a smart person. Even his subordinates have to go through many trials and tribulations, fight among the elites, and scheme in the financial world before they have the chance to be in front of him.

Wen Yangzhi took the pencil from her hand and continued her drawing: "You were only sixteen or seventeen years old before, stupid but cute. Now I just hope you can be smarter."

She rested her head on his right arm and accused him, "Being stupid now makes you annoying?"

He stopped writing: "You can be stupid, but I hope you are mentally sound and not bullied."

He followed her strokes and filled in the blanks: "At least when it comes to choosing a man, you know that a normal man who loves you should not love you for being fuckable, nor for being useful."

(fuckable, playable, useful)

She seemed to understand something, but asked vaguely: "Why are you telling me this?"

He put down his pen and held her head in his palm. His mature and indifferent face showed clear bone structure even when she looked up from his chin, without a single extra fat:

"Raising you is my responsibility."

Both physically and mentally.

There was a very strange feeling extending up along the soles of her feet. To her, he was the man she had secretly loved for many years, but his eyes seemed to indicate otherwise. She felt itchy in her heart: "Are you teaching me how to choose a man?"

His voice was low, and she could clearly see his protruding Adam's apple moving up and down as he spoke: "Actually, you don't have to learn it very well."

She straightened up: "Why?"

He lowered his eyes and looked at her, his gaze was indifferent: "Because brother is your man."

She got goosebumps and couldn't help rubbing her arms. She felt damn awkward. When she rubbed her hands, she realized that he was holding her very tightly, as if he was wrapping around her like a vine or a mountain wall.

For the first time, she actually felt that Wen Yangzhi might like her: "Do you really like me?"

She knew nothing and looked innocent. Her round, black eyes looked at him innocently like a newborn animal.

Wen Yangzhi said calmly: "I don't like it very much, I just like it just so-so."

"Why do I like you so much?" As soon as she finished speaking, she realized, "You must be being stubborn again."

She looked down and saw that he was holding her so tightly. She didn't like it. She didn't like why he was holding her so tightly. If she hadn't moved, she wouldn't have noticed.

He sneered: "Can you feel it?"

She said arrogantly and confidently, "Yes."

Wen Yangzhi's hand was on her lower abdomen, across her waist, and his voice was relaxed and indifferent: "If you can feel it, don't ask me."

She said, "Oh, I see. I'm sorry to say it, but sometimes when you say you don't like me, you actually like me, and when you say you like me just so-so, you actually like me to death."

He didn't say much, but he answered her: "Maybe."