Wen Ning didn't know what he wanted to do. He thought he was going to punish himself, so he kicked his feet in excitement.
Lu Yanci was kicked hard several times and her feet had to be restrained.
He put her on the bed again and looked at her seriously, "Do you think I will hit you?"
Wen Ning was really afraid that he would hit her, especially her stomach, so she kept shrinking back.
While shrinking, she looked at him warily.
Lu Yanci was made to feel uncomfortable by her fearful and wary eyes.
My heart also throbbed.
Anyone in this world can be afraid of him, but not Wen Ning!
He reached out to touch her, but she resisted even more fiercely.
The more she acted like this, the more uncomfortable he felt, and he had to touch her.
While tugging, Wen Ning's forehead touched the bedpost.
It may be that he was too strong, but immediately, a big bag rose up that was visible to the naked eye.
Wen Ning seemed unaware of the pain and tried to run away while Lu Yanci was distracted.
But when Lu Yanci saw that her fair forehead was injured again, he felt distressed and angry.
He held her with one hand and called Zhang Hua with the other to deliver a small medicine box.
When the alcohol stung Wen Ning's skin, she calmed down a little.
But she still protected her belly and looked at Lu Yanci warily.
The look in his eyes was full of disbelief in him.
Lu Yanci was terribly uncomfortable with that look, but he had to endure it.
While carefully disinfecting her forehead, he said in a low voice: "Don't look at me like this, I won't hit you."
Wen Ning still looked at him warily until he applied ointment to her forehead, and then she said, "I don't believe you."
Lu Yanci spoke, but his lips were tight.
After applying the medicine, he put away the medicine box and picked up the clothes Wen Ning threw on the floor. "I remember that you liked this clothes very much and wore it often."
Wen Ning looked at him coldly, "I don't even like the clothes you chose, they are all terrible!"
Lu Yanci said nothing, just stared at her.
Wen Ning ignored his gaze and said coldly: "Not only clothes, but also other things, as long as they are chosen by you, I don't like them! However, Luo Ying likes them, if you choose them for her, she will definitely like them!"
Before Lu Yanci could speak, she said mockingly: "There is one more thing, Lu Yanci, do you want to hear it?"
Lu Yanci knew that she couldn't say a nice word at this time, but he still said: "You say it."
Wen Ning looked at him, and after a while, he whispered: "Lu Yanci, why do you think I like white roses?"
Lu Yanci didn't answer, his eyes filled with coldness.
Wen Ning curled his lips in a self-deprecating manner and shook his head, "White roses are Luo Ying's favorite flower, right? Or are they the ones your sweetheart likes?"
She suddenly changed her tone, her tone was a little cold, "But what I hate most are white roses, what I hate most are white roses! I wish all the white roses in the world would be burned down by fire!"
Her chest was heaving, her face was flushed, and her hands were clenched into fists, as if she was trying to suppress her emotions.
"I hate white roses, but you make me look at them, smell them, and make them into skin care products and essences. I feel like vomiting when I smell them every day!"
Seeing Lu Yanci's increasingly ugly face, she felt a strange pleasure.
She chuckled, "Do you know why I hate white roses?"
Lu Yanci looked at her motionless, the color of his eyes dark and heavy.
Wen Ning whispered: "Because, my mother loved white roses the most when she was alive, but until she died, she never waited for my father to give her even a flower worth fifty cents. Every time during the holidays, she would steal it in the corner. Look at my dad giving his lover white roses!"
"It's really ridiculous. You actually think that I like this kind of rotten flower. In my eyes, it is synonymous with cheating. Just like you did that day, knowing that I was sick, I begged you like that, and you just went and cared about it. Go see your Miss Luo!"
She raised her head and looked at Lu Yanci with cold eyes, "In my eyes at that time, you looked so much like my dad!"
Lu Yanci clenched his fist tightly, and then slowly loosened it.
He said in a low voice: "Why didn't you tell me if you didn't like it?"
Wen Ning sneered, "Does it work? You forced me to wear clothes I didn't like, eat things I didn't like, and use those messy products. I didn't like every one of them, and I resisted, but what did you do? You put the business that sells my stuff out of business to force me to comply with your wishes!"
She sighed softly, "Lu Yanci, you are really terrible, terrible!"
After saying that, the room fell into silence again.
There is no winner in this game.
Both were badly wounded by the other's stabs.
After a long time, Lu Yanci spoke, "If you don't like things, just throw them away. Pull out the flowers and plant what you like."
He clenched his fists so tightly that veins appeared on them, obviously trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart.
He tried to make his voice sound calmer, "You like sunflowers, how about we plant sunflowers?"
"not good!"
Wen Ning said coldly: "Don't let this yard tarnish the sunflowers!"
After saying that, she closed her eyes and leaned on the bed, waiting for the imaginary punishment to fall.
However, after a long time, there was no punishment, only the sound of Lu Yanci going out and closing the door.
Wen Ning opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling absentmindedly.
If you want to leave, you must leave!
It's almost time, bear with it a little longer!
As soon as that thing is done, leave immediately!
After a while, Lu Yanci came back again.
He held a small white porcelain bowl in his hand, which contained freshly cooked sweet osmanthus soup, with fat white poached eggs floating on it.
He sat down next to Wen Ning, "Are you hungry? Eat something!"
Wen Ning closed his eyes and said coldly: "If you don't want to eat it, take it away!"
Lu Yanci suppressed the restlessness in his heart and said patiently: "Eat a little, Zhang Hua is cooking your favorite dish, take a sip of the soup first."
Wen Ning sneered, "My favorite dish? You mean the recipe you ordered for me?"
Lu Yanci fell silent, holding the small bowl tightly with so much strength that his knuckles began to turn white.
After a while, he said in a low voice: "I made this myself. You usually like to eat it the most. If you can't eat it today, you can just drink the soup. You haven't eaten for several hours."
Wen Ning turned to look at him, with a strange look in his eyes, "Yes, this is indeed my favorite food, but I don't like to eat the sweet osmanthus soup you made. What I like is made by another person. "
Lu Yanci narrowed his eyes, a flash of anger flashed through his eyes, but his voice was very soft: "Who is it?"
Wen Ning chuckled: "Of course he is a person ten thousand times better than you."
"The person I've loved since I was a kid."
Lu Yanci breathed a sigh of relief.
Wen Ning's past was as clean as a blank sheet of paper in his eyes. There was no way he could like a little thing who couldn't even kiss.
Even if there is, it can only be him!
He handed the thin porcelain bowl in front of her and patiently coaxed her, "Eat a little."
Wen Ning blocked it with his hand, "I said I won't eat it!"
By mistake, the thin white porcelain bowl was knocked to the ground, and the hot soup poured onto the back of Lu Yanci's hand.
