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Obviously, he did not expect Song Wanyue to appear suddenly. Duan Baiting's hand holding the lighter paused.

The ability to think also disappeared briefly until the cigarette in his mouth fell.

He glanced down at the floor.

I thought it was a hallucination caused by missing someone so much.

But the door was clearly open, and the cold wind blew in, even fluttering the pages of the book on the table.

The winter in the north city is quite different from that in Shanghai. The cold here is so cold that it penetrates into the bone marrow.

There's a dull pain like a knife cutting into your bones.

And she didn't wear much in order to look good.

Put down the thermos in your hand and gently open the lid. Heat and fragrance gushed out together.

"My mother made the dumplings, with shrimp and crab roe fillings. She made many kinds of fillings, but I didn't know what you liked, so I gave you my favorite."

After finishing her sentence, she didn't forget to complain that her hands and feet hurt, and she was tired.

There was no car coming, so I had to walk. It was tiring enough to take such an early flight, and I had to walk such a long way.

The quiet courtyard became much more lively because of her appearance.

Duan Baiting looked at the bright and beautiful face in front of him. Despite the long journey, she still maintained her exquisite makeup.

The high ponytail is fresh and bright, and the nose and ears are still red.

Restraining his surging emotions, he went over to close the door, and went into the house to get a blanket.

Wrapped around her.

Song Wanyue raised her eyes and saw that there was still confusion in his eyes.

"Aren't you happy at all to see me?"

Duan Baiting walked into the kitchen and took out two sets of bowls and chopsticks.

He whispered: "No, I'm very happy."

Song Wanyue felt that he was just trying to fool her, and walked up to him dissatisfiedly: "But why can't I see any happiness on your face?"

The dumplings were poured out of the thermos bucket, but because his hands were shaking so badly, all the soup spilled.

Hot soup was poured on his hands.

Song Wanyue was stunned and quickly turned on the faucet: "You must be confused because you stayed up late, rinse it with cold water quickly, don't get burned."

But he walked over and hugged the flustered person in his arms.

Song Wanyue was stunned again: "What's wrong?"

He leaned heavily on her shoulder.

Song Wanyue smelled the scent of incense and candles on him and knew that he must have been guarding the ancestral hall for a whole night again.

This person is just a mute and keeps everything to himself.

I don't like to complain or express myself.

"I'm very happy." His voice was low and a little hoarse from staying up late and smoking.

The voice fell right next to her ears, and the airflow caused by the voice made her ears numb.

My heart also feels numb.

He lowered his head, bent over, put his arms around her shoulders, and held her completely in his arms.

Song Wanyue's daze gradually broke, and she smiled and hugged his waist: "I was wondering why my hands were shaking suddenly just now, it turns out you were happy to see me. Duan Baiting, do you like it so much?"

She just wanted to take the opportunity to tease him, but he didn't say anything for a long time.

Neither admit nor deny.

She was about to continue.

But he hugged her tightly and kissed her earlobe carefully, as if giving her an answer.

Silent reply.

It's a pity that the other party's comprehension was too low, he didn't notice it, and instead was hooked and became limp all over.

She snuggled in his arms and acted coquettishly: "You have to wash your hands first...don't get the soup on my clothes, they are very expensive."

She bit her lip and raised her eyes, looking pretty.

Duan Baiting stopped biting and kissing.

If she hadn't reminded him, he would have forgotten that there was oil on his hands.

I went to the kitchen and washed it several times.

When I came out, I saw Song Wanyue squatting in the corner. I didn't know what she was doing, but she was extremely serious.

Because he was facing away, Duan Baiting did not notice it immediately.

Until I smelled the familiar smell of cigarette smoke in the air.

He frowned, strode over, and saw her lighting a cigarette.

Probably taken from his desk.

He didn't stop her. He watched her take a puff and then cough violently before taking the cigarette away from her hand.

Hand her a glass of water.

She took several sips before she suppressed the feeling of suffocation.

"It's very uncomfortable. You should smoke less next time."

She choked with tears and looked at him aggrievedly.

Duan Baiting smiled and wiped away her tears: "Okay."

As soon as seven o'clock passed, it became lively outside.

The old men and women who got up early to walk their birds and exercise greeted each other, and there were also many young people who came back to visit their relatives.

Song Wanyue took the remote control and changed the channel: "Are you alone at home? I thought all your relatives were here."

"They don't live here."

Song Wanyue nodded and saw him take out pajamas from the room.

"Are you going to take a shower and go to bed?"

The bathroom door was just opened, and he paused when he heard her words.

He turned around and said, "Yeah."

Song Wanyue blinked.

It was just a casual question, but I had an inexplicable illusion.

Duan Baiting's eyes at this moment seemed to be an invitation.

——Do you want to take a shower with him?

Although she knew that it would not be as simple as just taking a shower, Song Wanyue still went to the appointment.

The mist obscured the two entangled figures.

This bath seemed to last for a century, and Song Wanyue was carried out by him.

She was very delicate, complaining of back pain one moment and leg pain the next.

Nestle in his arms and let him massage you.

Duan Baiting was meticulous and patient, and after finishing the massage, he did not forget to check it again.

He lifted the quilt covering her and fiddled with it with his fingers to take a look.

Song Wanyue's cheeks were hot: "What are you doing."

He covered her with the quilt: "See if there is any swelling."

She blushed and retracted her face into the quilt: "Then... is it swollen?" "

A little. Does it hurt?"

"It's numb and I can't feel it." She poked her head out, "If it hurts later, help me relieve it."

Duan Baiting lowered his eyes: "How to relieve it."

She reached out and rubbed his lips.

He chuckled and took her hand in his palm: "Okay."

Then Song Wanyue lay back in his arms contentedly.

The quietness of the past few days seemed to have been completely eliminated by her arrival. Her clothes were placed next to her, and the air was still filled with the scent of jasmine from her body.

Very light.

Song Wanyue talked about her daily life these days and explained why she suddenly decided to come here.

"Do you believe in telepathy? I felt like you missed me a lot, so I came here."

Her eyes were bright, and she was full of him, but her words were glib.

My hair is too long and looks a little too fluffy after being blow-dried.

There was a mess on her forehead, and Duan Baiting slowly straightened it out for her.

Until the face appeared in front of him completely.

There was a hint of coquettishness in her eyes, with a hint of tiredness, I don't know if it was because of the long journey or the few hours in the bathroom.

During this period of time, his blood vessels seemed to have been frozen by the winter cold.

But her arrival thawed them all.

The inhuman cold-bloodedness began to return to its proper warmth.

He held the man in his arms.

She is so petite and slender, like a soft rag doll.

Delicate and fragile.

"Song Wanyue." His voice was soft and sleepy, and he closed his eyes lightly on her shoulder.

The last two words were almost uttered with a weak breath.

It was so soft, so soft that Song Wanyue almost didn't hear it.

"Thank you."

She was stunned for a moment because he thanked her without any context.

Afterwards she laughed to herself and hugged him.

"You should have thanked me a long time ago. Without me, how could you have married such a beautiful wife."

Duan Baiting slept for a long time, a full twelve hours.

It was so long that Song Wanyue thought he was dead.

I even reached out and felt his breath, and only felt relieved after making sure he was still breathing.

Although he didn't open his eyes, he accurately grasped her hand which she was about to take back.

"Are you worried that I'll die?"

Song Wanyue said stubbornly: "No, I'm not worried. I'm just afraid that you'll leave too soon and won't have time to make a will."

He chuckled in his throat: "Then you can rest assured. You are my first heir."

Song Wanyue snorted softly: "Based on your recent lifestyle, I estimate that it won't be long before I can become the youngest rich woman. Then I'll use your money to support a gigolo. My previous dream was to build a castle and have all kinds of handsome guys warm my bed. Today I'll favor the gentle ones, and tomorrow I'll favor the domineering ones..."

Her long speech was forced to stop because Duan Baiting pinched her cheek with one hand.

Her lips were forced to open, causing the words she spoke to come out in muffled sounds: "What the hell are you doing?"

His fingertips gently stroked her soft skin, and his low voice implied a threat: "You use my money to support a man?"

Duan Baiting always had an innate sense of oppression.

Maybe it was because of his deep eyes that no one could see through, or maybe it was because of his aloof and indifferent attitude.

But Song Wanyue was not afraid of him.

Taking advantage of her favor to become arrogant is her usual trick.

Because she knew that Duan Baiting would not be willing to do anything to her, no matter how big a mistake she made.

"So you have to live well. While you are here, no other man is worth my attention."

Perhaps because of this sentence, his complexion improved slightly.

The hands also loosened.

I looked at the time. It was eight o'clock in the evening.

It's about time to go to the ancestral hall.

Song Wanyue, however, clung to him, whining and acting coquettishly: "You said that if I was in pain, you would help me relieve it."

He quickly understood.

"Does it still hurt?"

It had stopped hurting a long time ago, but Song Wanyue nodded, looking pitiful: "It hurts."

Half an hour later, Duan Baiting was brushing his teeth in the bathroom. Song Wanyue, who had recovered, held the door frame with both hands and stared at him.

Duan Baiting spit out the mouthwash in his mouth and let her go back to sleep for a while.

"I'm not at home at night. If you're scared, just call me."

Song Wanyue refused to stay at home alone: ​​"I'm scared to call too. It's eerie here."

Duan Baiting smiled helplessly: "There are people living around here, how can it be eerie?"

"Anyway, I don't care. I'll go wherever you go. Don't try to get rid of me."

He paused for a moment: "It will be very tiring. I have to stay up all night."

"It doesn't matter. I'll sleep in your arms when I'm tired."

Sometimes she didn't know whether to say that she was afraid that Duan Baiting would be lonely, so she came to Beicheng to accompany him.

Or maybe she was afraid of being alone and didn't want to be separated from him even for a few days.

The little girl's eyes were so serious that he couldn't bear to refuse.

He held the back of her head with one hand and lowered her head.

The moment their lips were about to touch, she moved away.

"Not now." She pursed her lips.

Duan Baiting's eyes darkened.

After a moment, seeing the awkward expression on her face, he chuckled as if he had suddenly realized something: "You dislike your own?"

She asked back righteously: "You don't dislike it?"

He licked his lips as if on purpose, and said in a low voice: "I swallowed it all just now, tell me if I dislike it or not."

Song Wanyue blushed and refused to say anything more.

Many times she was the one who took the initiative to tease, but as soon as Duan Baiting responded, she was speechless.

After washing and changing her clothes, she originally planned to wear only a skirt, but under Duan Baiting's silent gaze, she was forced to wear a base layer underneath.

The ancestral hall is not far from here, about ten minutes away.

The alleys are full of life. People haven't gone to bed yet at this hour, and the lights from the windows illuminate the road.

Song Wanyue was wearing a gentle milky green Chanel style suit today. The slightly curly, fluffy long hair falls naturally on the shoulders.

Her bare face without makeup looks pure and pretty.

Duan Baiting was afraid that she would be cold at night, so he brought her a blanket.

She is particularly picky in some aspects and refuses to use things that have been used by others. Especially items that are close to the body, such as clothes and blankets.

This was also the first time that Song Wanyue formally met his relatives, and there were so many of them at once.

Tension is inevitable.

She held his arm, and her high heels made crisp sounds on the cobblestone road.

"Will they dislike me?"

Duan Baiting stroked her hand which was on his arm: "Worried?"

Song Wanyue shook her head honestly: "Not really. It's enough that you like me."

She didn't forget to tease him at the last moment.

Sure enough, his movements paused slightly.

After a moment, she whispered, "Just stay by my side quietly later."

She started to make a fuss, "Can I stay by your side and make a lot of noise? Or I can stay quiet but not stay by your side."

Duan Baiting couldn't stand it anymore and covered her mouth, "Okay."

He had no choice but to coax her in a soft voice, "Don't run around by my side later, okay?"

"I know, I know the difference between occasions. I feel like you don't seem to be in a good mood, so I want to make you happy." Song Wanyue pulled him to the narrow alley next to her, "How about we kiss for ten minutes first, and then we can go in when you feel better?"

"I'm not in a bad mood, I'm just a little worried."

His family relationships were too complicated, and he didn't want to involve Song Wanyue, so he had been avoiding it.

Now she offered to accompany him.

Duan Baiting naturally had no way of refusing. After all, she was his wife. With this identity, there would always be that day.

And he was also afraid that she would think too much.

If I keep avoiding bringing her to meet my family, I'm afraid she'll feel that she's not valued.

"Are you worried about me?" The alley was too dark. Song Wanyue raised her head and could only see a little outline of him.

Duan Baiting touched her head, his movements so gentle that they were almost caressing: "I'm not worried about you, you've been very well behaved recently."