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The man clenched her wrist and walked upstairs with hot palms and hurried steps.
Wen Ning's reaction was slow. After a tired day in the rain, she was frightened by his angry appearance. She was foolishly dragged away one floor before she realized what his one word answer meant.
Subconsciously, she kept her eyes closed and hurriedly shifted her attention to other unimportant places, but her heart was pounding harder and harder, which could not be calmed in any way.
Jiang Shu didn't know what kind of madness he was in. He couldn't stop being entangled with Wen Ning all night.
It seems that only in this way can he feel that she completely belongs to himself, and his possessive mind lingered. It is clear that he didn't even intend to get married at the beginning.
When he was deep in making love, he shook her tender little feet, and Wen Ning "hissed" and took a breath, looking pitiful.
Jiang Shu received some strength and said, "Does it hurt?"
Wen Ning closed her eyes and shook her head in shame and embarrassment. What he thought was probably not the same place as her.
The little girl held back for a long time and said, "Feet, feet hurt..."
Jiang Shu regained his consciousness and focused on the warmth of his palm. The touch in his hand was indeed not as smooth as before, with slightly rough marks.
However, at the moment, he couldn't think much. He just loosened his hand and shook it elsewhere.
It was probably a tiring day. After this evening, Wen Ning didn't return to the small sofa as usual, but naturally hugged his strong arm and fell asleep.
The little girl's white clothes simply hung on her body were loose, and she couldn't see who it was. Her slightly wet hair blurred her face, and she was a little messy and naive, which made Jiang Shu laugh inexplicably.
He stretched out his hand to pull her hair behind her ears. Wen Ning seemed to feel a little itchy. In her sleep, she arched in Jiang Shu's arms. The man raised his eyebrows and took the person into his arms with his big hands, feeling a burst of unexplained satisfaction.
At night, Wen Ning had another nightmare, murmuring in her mouth and sweating on her forehead. Jiang Shu opened his eyes slightly, looked down into his arms, and his big hand naturally touched her back to appease. Unexpectedly, her thin pajamas were also soaked with sweat.
The temperature of the air conditioner is very low. It's easy to catch a cold when wet clothes are pasted on her body and then poured into the cold air. Jiang Shu didn't think much. He got up and went to the cloakroom to get a clean nightdress for her again.
His action was very light, Wen Ning didn't wake up, she fell asleep steadily, rolled over with the quilt in his arms, and her white and slender calf stretched out of the quilt. Jiang Shu suddenly remembered that she had just shouted pain, stretched out his hand to hold her ankle, and glanced at the tender feet.
There are several blood marks on the soles of the feet, which have solidified and scabbed at the moment, and Jiang Shu frowned slightly.
He suddenly thought of Zhou Ziheng's previous words.
She walked three kilometers alone barefoot in the thunderstorm, and this foot was probably injured at that time.
With a calm face and thin lips slightly pursed, the man turned out a cotton swab of iodine from the medicine box, sat on the edge of the bed, holding her feet to administer medicine for her.
The little girl's skin is thin and the scratch is a little deep. She actually bleed a lot before, but it melted into the rain all the way. It doesn't look so terrible, but it still hurts in the end.
At this moment, although in sleep, she can still feel pain, even though she was asleep, she took off her usual strong disguise, frowned, snorted and hid with her legs.
Jiang Shu didn't dare to increase his strength in his hands, so he had to follow the direction she hid and catch it. While applying the medicine, he also blew gently. The tone was full of tenderness that he didn’t notice: "It’s okay, it’s okay, after applying the medicine, it won't hurt."
This is the first time in his life that he took care of people and coaxed people. The coaxed little woman sleeps heavily and doesn't know anything.
The next morning, Wen Ning woke up very early. As soon as she opened her eyes, she directly faced Jiang Shu's face.
The little girl was startled. After getting married for so long, she always went to sleep on the sofa on her own. There was no such scene of hugging and waking up. She only remembered the last time last night, when she didn't seem to persist in sleeping, and then she didn't remember the next thing.
She carefully moved out of his arms bit by bit, holding her breath during the period, for fear of him losing temper when he woke up and saw her still lying on his bed.
Back on the sofa, she lay down and wrapped herself in the quilt, facing the end of the bed. She couldn't help but look at Jiang Shu quietly, and her heart couldn't help but quicken.
Later, unable to resist sleepiness, she fell asleep again.
When Jiang Shu woke up, the little girl in his arms had disappeared. Just one night later, his arms seemed to have been used to the shape of warm condensation. The man subconsciously grabbed them aside, shaking them in the void, and there was nothing.
He frowned unhappily and opened his eyes. Wen Ning was shrinking on the sofa with her back to him.
When he got up in the morning and didn't hold anyone, he couldn't express his annoyance. However, the person who forced her to sleep on the small sofa was also himself. He pulled the corners of his mouth mockingly, and there was nowhere to send his anger.
It was clearly a working day, but Jiang Shu rarely still didn’t leave. When Wen Ning woke up again, the man was wearing navy pajamas, lazily leaning against the head of the bed, driving a pair of exquisite gold frame glasses on the bridge of his tall nose, and his slender fingers gently tapping on the laptop keyboard.
Inexplicably, she can see something pleasing.
Wen Ning was so silly that she couldn't move her eyes away. After sending an email, Jiang Shu said in a deep voice, "Enough looking?"
Wen Ning's heart beat despairingly and missed a beat. At a loss, she looked for another topic: "Why didn't you go to the company today?"
Jiang Shu raised his eyebrows and looked casually, "Are you driving me away?"
Wen Ning whispered, "No."
She obediently sat on the sofa with the quilt in her arms, thinking of last night's incident, and she didn't know what Jiang Shu's attitude was now. The little girl stared at the gauze on her feet. Seeing that Jiang Shu didn't speak, she had to dare to take the initiative to say, "Did you take this medicine for me?"
It looks ugly.
Jiang Shu was inexplicably uncomfortable. He hadn't taken care of people so much in his life. Although the man's eyes didn't move away from the screen, the keyboard didn't move again: "No, Auntie Xu made it."
Wen Ning seemed to be used to his cold answer, shook her legs, and smiled "Oh" indifferently. There was no expected loss on her face.
Jiang Shu was upset by her careless smile. He closed the laptop casually, got up and went to the cloakroom to change a suit. Without looking back, he went to the airport.
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