his allure

Chapter 229 I'm Still Sick
A familiar voice sounded in my ears, such a lazy and undisciplined voice.

It's Lu Zhi.

She raised her head, just in time to meet someone's calm and unwavering eyes, his eyes were light and flirtatious, "Why, after I propose, you don't want to live anymore?"

Wen Mian opened her mouth, her voice hoarse: "I want to drink water."

Lu Zhi snorted coldly, but still poured a cup of hot water from the thermos beside him.

He dipped a medical cotton swab in water and applied it on her lips little by little, with a cold smile: "You really will find something for me, I've been here for you all night, think about how you can pay me back .”

Wen Mian licked the wetness on her lips, and explained with some confidence: "I didn't do it on purpose, and I don't know what happened to me last night."

Lu Zhi raised the hospital bed a little, then brought the water glass in his hand to her lips: "Drink less, drink slowly."

With the moisture of the water, the burning feeling in the throat disappeared immediately.

Wen Mian slightly adjusted her sitting posture, and she was very obedient: "Thank you last night."

Lu Zhi finally laughed angrily at her.

His eyes were slightly cold, as if they were stained with the dew in the night, and he said coldly: "Little Mianmian, is this just a matter of 'I'm sorry'? You rejected my marriage proposal yesterday, and today you are sending me away with a sentence of sorry." gone?"

Wen Mian shrank into the quilt: "I'm still sick."

"Sick?" He clasped her shoulders that were shrunk into the quilt, and said in a calm tone, "You haven't passed out today, so explain to me clearly, little cotton, why did you reject me, huh?"

Wen Mian was frightened by his gloomy eyes, closed his eyes and muttered, "I'm going to pass out right now."

As soon as she finished speaking, something soft and cool touched her lips.

Lu Zhi used the tip of his tongue to trace her lip shape, tirelessly, over and over again.

Wen Mian was so kissed that his hair became limp, and his face turned red a little.

Lu Zhi's voice was very low, with a strong sense of warning: "If you don't wake up, I don't mind going from top to bottom."

Wen Mian: "."

She opened her eyes, just in time to meet his deep eyes.

He smiled and let her go.

Wen Mian found that smile extremely seductive.

It's just that when Lu Zhi opened his mouth, he still asked the question that Wen Mian avoided most.With a serious posture, he said word by word: "Little cotton, can you tell me what exactly are you avoiding?"

Maybe it was because the person in front of her was too confusing, maybe it was because she was unconscious, Wen Mian heard herself say slowly: "Okay, I'll tell you."

Wen Mian has never mentioned that past event to others, and she is unwilling to talk about the deepest secret in her heart.

That year, Wen Mian was eight years old.

Wen Mian's memory of her own childhood is actually very vague.

At that time, her mother was still there, and sometimes, she would hug Wen Mian and tell some fairy tales.

Wen Mian's father never liked those stories, and he would always abuse his mother.In fact, Wen Mian can't remember most of those words clearly, the only sentence she remembers is: "What's the use of her learning so much, she will be just like me in this life, she won't be successful."

Mother usually doesn't refute, just covers her ears.

Those hands were gentle, soft, without any calluses.

The most profound detail about her mother in Wen Mian's memory is that her mother has a pair of soft hands.

(End of this chapter)