i was my mistake

"Cough um..."

"When you have experienced countless failures and have never succeeded once in your life, you won't think it's strange that I behave like this."

"I will never give up, failure is the mother of success!" Ye Chen laughed optimistically, but was caught off guard by Wan Qing and dragged into the bathroom.

"Bath! Scrub my back."

"real……"

"It's an early workout to familiarize yourself with a woman's body, so you'll be calmer later."

Ye Chen wanted to refuse.

But Wan Qing had already taken off her clothes.

Everything happened too fast.

So much so that he couldn't take his gaze away.

No matter how bad her character looks, at least this body is carved out of beautiful jade, like the most perfect artwork created by heaven.

——Actually, it’s not that exaggerated.

It's just that Ye Chen has too little experience, so he feels amazing.

At least Wan Qing felt that she was similar to those beautiful heroines in the video.

Good-looking is indeed good-looking, but most of the time it is just asking her to solve the problem with a blank face on the computer screen.

Ye Chen stood there, his whole body stiff, as if he had been hit by a hold spell.

At this moment, he has even thought about the wedding night in the bridal chamber after the wedding.

And this girl walked to the shower nozzle with a blank expression, adjusted the water to the right temperature, and let the shower sprinkle clean water on her body.

The drops of clear water slipped from the flawless skin, and the black hair swayed in the water, and some of them stuck to the body, creating an extremely strong black and white contrast.

Most importantly, there is not even an excess of hair covering it.

Ye Chen felt that he couldn't contain the primitive impulse in his body.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to make a fortune.

He finally looked away, and raised his head along with another object.

It's just that what it looked up was Wan Qing, but what he looked up was the red and blue striped ceiling.

"When you've seen enough, come and wash together."

Ye Chen didn't speak, he was afraid that if he looked back again, he really couldn't look away.

Wan Qing sighed faintly: "I told you not to watch it? Don't regret it in the future - but, whenever you want to see it or touch it, you can tell me at any time. After all, I am you, yours. I will do my best to satisfy my wish.”

"Uh...no need..."

Wan Qing felt that her past was not so innocent.

Or maybe she had never met such a proactive girl.

But she felt that this must be what she longed for most when she was a teenager.

But it was strange—why did he resist when he came to realize his wish?

He definitely wants to, even if he doesn't try, he still wants to touch it?

Like the beautiful girls in the class, isn't it also secretly thinking of doing such a thing?

Besides, what else could there be?

Wan Qing filled the bathtub with water, but he still didn't move.

Everything turned into a helpless smile, perhaps hating iron but not steel, but for some reason, there is still a little relief.

She lifted a slender leg that seemed a bit thin to her, and slowly put it into the bathtub, and then sat down slowly.

This is something that the future she has never enjoyed a few times.

The clear water overflowed with a 'crash', and the foam that was deliberately dripped into it covered the transparent water surface.

"Okay, take a shower quickly, there really won't be any hot water later."

Ye Chen finally moved. He saw Wan Qing turn her back. After hesitating for a moment, she took off her clothes in embarrassment, and walked over slowly—then with her back facing her, she began to wash in embarrassment.

He secretly turned his head back several times, only to find that she didn't turn around, but quietly looked out of the small window at the night sky dotted with a few stars.

The sound of washing gradually stopped, and just when Ye Chen wanted to go out, Wan Qing cleared her throat.

"come over."

"Ah... come, come."

"Scrub the bath." Even though he didn't seem very willing, Wan Qing still wanted him to do it.

Get familiar with all of this as soon as possible, and mature as soon as possible, there are still many things to force him to do in the future.

Force him to study hard, force him to be strong, force him to be...not a kind person.

He has to get used to it all.

Otherwise it will only be more painful in the future.

Wan Qing was absolutely sure that it was for his own good, for the good of her 'self' in the past.

In these things, she can never be wrong, after all, she has the experience of the future.

"Where are the towels...?"

"Rub it directly with your hands, the shower gel is here."

"what……"

"Hurry up." She was a little impatient.

For her, there was no special feeling, if she really wanted to, it was a kind of finally forcing her incompetent self to take an important step.

But for Ye Chen, this soft and delicate touch is firmly engraved in his mind, and he may never forget it in his life.

Maybe more than ten years later, when I think of the experience of meeting her for the first time, I can't help but think of the feeling at this time.

His hand was sliding slowly on the creamy skin of her back, the girl's body temperature, the girl's heartbeat, and even the faint scent of her body.

It's not the scent of shower gel, nor the scent of milk, but a scent of mint—maybe it's a little different, but to be precise, it should be the freshness and sweetness of a mountain spring.

Or it is as cool as a summer slush.

While Ye Chen was still immersed in it, Wan Qing suddenly turned around, before he could retract his hand, he felt a soft itching.

It's like scratching the palm of your hand with the corner of the quilt when you were a child.

Then he quickly retracted his hand and closed his eyes.

"I finished soaking, and the water is still warm. If you want to soak, go ahead, but it's probably too late to change the water."

She said so lightly, walked under the shower nozzle, washed her body briefly, and then there was a sound of footsteps stepping on slippers.

Then, the sliding door was pulled open and closed again with a bang.

Ye Chen is the only one left here.

He looked at the water where Wan Qing had soaked in the bath, and couldn't help stretching out his hand...

……

6. Telephone

There are many clothes belonging to Wan Qing in Wan Qing's closet.

——Of course, for her, every piece is fresh and never worn.

I didn't feel anything when I took off the clothes, but when I really wanted to put on girls' clothes, the strange feeling became stronger.

Fortunately, she has experienced the baptism of the era of fake mothers running everywhere, and she has long been used to this kind of thing—even if it happened to herself.

As the years passed, she had already been flattered or humiliated.

Or sometimes it is not really shocking, but becomes dull and numb.

Otherwise, if she really had to be angry about those injustices every day, she should have committed suicide by jumping off a building ten years earlier.

The cabinet is not big, but it still looks a little empty.

There are not many clothes here, and they are all autumn clothes.

There are only two short sleeves, which are neatly folded underneath.

There was only one set that looked like pajamas—loose, pale pink long sleeves and trousers in a soft fabric that was as comfortable as a blanket.

Opening the drawer, the girl's underwear and those palm-sized briefs were neatly placed.

Wan Qing had a weird feeling.

This body was not created after she appeared in this world—the original owner of the body seemed to have lived here before she arrived.

She has her own past.

But he himself is like a robbed person.

This made Wan Qing feel uneasy about killing someone with her own hands.

When she recovered, she had already put on simple clothes.

In the mirror of the closet, a girl with an indifferent expression was standing quietly, and the orange light shone lazily on her body.

She turned off the light and lay down on that special round bed.

This time, the light shining on her turned into cold moonlight.

The light and shadow changes on the ceiling correspond to the passing cars on the road downstairs.

The lights in the city are not so bright, and more darkness envelops the city, adding a bit of mystery to this old city in her eyes.

"Dinglingling—jinglinglingling—!!"

Loud noises broke the tranquility of the night.

Wan Qing opened her eyes and lay on the bed not wanting to move.

But the noise kept going.

She could only get up from the bed, looking for the place where the sound came from.

--in living room.

There is a landline telephone there.

It was older than the landline she remembered, and it didn't even have a digital display.

—It was a dial telephone, with the handset held high, vibrating with incoming calls.

"Hello—" she picked up the phone with a very impatient tone.

Probably the reason why I will receive dozens or even dozens of harassing calls every day in the future.

The other party has not yet heard a voice, but she feels that she has heard keywords such as 'house down payment', 'insurance claims', 'investment and financial management'.

But to some surprise, there was no sound immediately from the other side.

"Hey? Hello?" Amidst the rustling sound, a young man's voice finally came through the receiver. This familiar yet unfamiliar tone made her feel inexplicable palpitations, "Excuse me, is this the Chengxi Textile Factory?"

"What Chengxi Textile Factory?" Wan Qing was stunned for a moment, but felt that the name seemed familiar.

"That's—Chengxi Textile Factory—" The quality of the call didn't seem very good, and the other side thought she didn't hear clearly, so they repeated, "Chengxi Textile Factory in City H."

"Who are you looking for?"

"Can you call her for me? Is she in the workshop?"

"He Caihua..." Wan Qing silently recited the name, and finally remembered who it was.

Because I haven't thought about it for too long.

So much so that she almost forgot the name that she often signed when her parents signed when she was a teenager.

- This is my mother's name.