Jiang Mingzhu stopped talking after stuffing the meat that Zhou Li brought into her mouth.
very tired.
It's not like I haven't acted in front of Zhou Li before, but today's performance was particularly tiring. Maybe it was because I felt depressed after being locked up here.
Zhou Li is not a person who is good at finding topics. After Jiang Mingzhu calmed down, the atmosphere in the restaurant immediately became heavy and the pressure was extremely low.
When dinner was almost over, Zhou Li's cell phone rang.
"I'm going to take a call."
Jiang Mingzhu didn't expect Zhou Li to report the situation to her. She put down her chopsticks after watching Zhou Li disappear.
The aunt was clearing the sofa in the living room. When she saw Jiang Mingzhu coming out, she quickly asked: "Ms. Jiang, have you finished eating?"
Jiang Mingzhu: "Well, I'm going to rest."
When Zhou Li came back from the balcony after talking on the phone, his aunt told him that Jiang Mingzhu had gone upstairs to rest.
Zhou Li: "Well, the restaurant will accept it."
Auntie: "You don't want to eat?"
Zhou Li: "Yeah."
The villa was empty and quiet, and Zhou Li's footsteps echoed when he went upstairs, making it even more desolate and lonely.
Zhou Li stopped at the door of the bedroom, his slender fingers covering the doorknob, but he made no next move.
He lowered his eyes and looked at his hands with a complicated expression. There seemed to be millions of emotions intertwined and surging in his dark pupils.
"vomit--"
A sound of retching reached his ears.
Zhou Li frowned suddenly, and the next second he opened the door without hesitation and walked in. Then he saw Jiang Mingzhu rushing to the bathroom and squatting in front of the toilet to retching.
Zhou Li's lips twitched, but before he could ask a question, Jiang Mingzhu retched again.
But nothing came out.
Jiang Mingzhu felt much better after vomiting for a few minutes. She flushed the toilet and stood up to rinse her mouth, only to find Zhou Li standing beside her.
Zhou Li: "Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
Jiang Mingzhu walked to the sink and turned on the faucet: "It's okay."
Zhou Li watched Jiang Mingzhu rinse her mouth. When she raised her head, he saw her pale face and red eyes in the mirror.
Jiang Mingzhu's eyes were not swollen yet, but they became more serious after vomiting just now, and the whites of her eyes were bloodshot.
Zhou Li held her hand and said, "Take you to the hospital."
Jiang Mingzhu: "I'm fine, no need."
Zhou Li: "It's okay. Why are you vomiting?"
Jiang Mingzhu: "This is what happens when you're hungry for a long time and eat too much meat. It's an old problem."
Zhou Li: "You know it's an old problem and you still eat it."
Jiang Mingzhu was a little annoyed by Zhou Li's words. She raised her head and looked at him, with a mocking smile on her lips.
"Otherwise, what right do you have to resist when you ask for something from someone? Even if my brother gives me poison, I have to take it."
Zhou Li: "..."
She always had a knack for driving him into silence.
Jiang Mingzhu: "I want to sleep, is that okay?"
Her tone stung Zhou Li's heart again.
Zhou Li didn't answer, he just hugged her and took her out of the bathroom.
Her body suddenly flew into the air, and Jiang Mingzhu hugged Zhou Li's neck out of habit.
Zhou Li's shoulders stiffened, he lowered his head and glanced at her, and his steps slowed down unconsciously.
Zhou Li put Jiang Mingzhu on the bed: "Go to sleep, I'll be here soon."
From what he said, he was going to sleep here tonight.
Jiang Mingzhu: "Oh."
——
Zhou Li went to the bathroom outside to take a shower.
He stood naked under the shower head, and the cold water rushed over his body, tracing every muscle line on his body.
Zhou Li closed his eyes, thinking about Jiang Mingzhu's reaction today.
Zhou Li set the water temperature to the lowest setting and took the shower head to rinse his hair.
It was his second cold shower of the day, but it didn't calm him down.
Zhou Li put on his pajamas and stood in front of the mirror, seeing his red eyes filled with powerlessness.
When Zhou Li went back to the bedroom, Jiang Mingzhu was already asleep on the bed.
She was wrapped in a quilt, and it could be seen that her body was huddled together, with only her head exposed.
Zhou Li slowed down and walked to the bed, slowly lying down.
At the same time, Jiang Mingzhu turned over and put her legs on his body.
Zhou Li stopped all his movements.
Then, Jiang Mingzhu wrapped her arms around him, hugging one of his arms and touching one cheek to the other.
She was much more docile when she was sleeping, her long and dense eyelashes were trembling gently, and even small downs could be seen on her white and tender face, and she slept contentedly like a child who had not grown up.
It makes people want to rub her head or face.
Zhou Li raised his other hand and carefully touched her head. Her hair was soft and felt good to the touch.
Zhou Li couldn't help but use some force, causing her to groan in dissatisfaction.
"Huh... don't touch your head, I've grown up..."
This sentence is obviously a dream talk in an unconscious state.
Zhou Li pursed his lips and looked at her face, thinking, who was she dreaming about?
Such a coquettish and coquettish tone was definitely not meant for him.
Soon, Zhou Li heard the answer.
"Brother, I've grown taller again."
Zhou Li's hand suddenly froze and stopped motionless on top of her head, and his lips pursed into a thin line.
"Oh I miss you so much……"
Along with these words in her sleep, Jiang Mingzhu's arms hugging Zhou Li became tighter, as if she was grasping for life-saving straws.
Zhou Li once again deeply felt what "jealousy" is.
He just watched her dreaming and listened to her acting coquettishly, frozen in place, and breathing gradually became difficult.
——
Jiang Mingzhu dreamed of Pei Ye at night.
There are some beautiful dreams, so beautiful that people don’t want to wake up.
In the dream, she was sleeping with her pillow on Pei Ye's arm, just like when she was a child. The room was too cold, so they huddled together to keep warm.
No matter how good a dream is, there is a moment when you wake up. When Jiang Mingzhu opened her eyes, she found that her whole body was almost hanging on Zhou Li's body.
The distance between the two of them was very close, their bodies pressed together without any discomfort, so that her legs could feel the natural reaction of Zhou Li's body in the morning.
Jiang Mingzhu subconsciously wanted to step back and let go of him. At this moment, Zhou Li suddenly opened his eyes and held her waist with one hand to prevent her from moving.
"You - ah!" Jiang Mingzhu was about to ask Zhou Li a question, but he suddenly turned over and she sat on him.
This time the feeling was stronger.
Jiang Mingzhu looked towards Zhou Li, met his lustful eyes, and clearly felt that his gaze was resting on her lips.
Jiang Mingzhu guessed what he wanted.
She placed one hand on the waistband of his pajamas, and then heard Zhou Li's breathing getting heavier.
Jiang Mingzhu: "Brother is so sensitive."
Zhou Li: "Take your hands away."
Jiang Mingzhu: "Don't you want it?"
Zhou Li: "If you have something to say, you can speak directly."
While saying this, he held down her rebellious hand.
Jiang Mingzhu: "I want to know how far your investigation has gone."
As soon as these words came out, the bedroom immediately fell into an eerie silence.
Zhou Li's eyes were fixed on Jiang Mingzhu, as if angry and disappointed.
Many questions came to my throat, but I couldn't ask them. They were stuck in my chest and were about to explode.
Zhou Li didn't speak for a long time, and Jiang Mingzhu waited a little impatiently: "Do you want to use your mouth instead?"
