Love Burns Out: Mr. Li Loves Me

It was the evening two days later when Wen Rong woke up again.

At this time, dusk fell in the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, pouring into the room, filling the entire bedroom with warmth.

Wen Rong was lying on her side. When she opened her eyes, she saw the tassels of the retro-style curtains swaying meaninglessly.

The humidifier nearby continuously supplies white smoke, and it is this smoke that stirs the ears of corn with intricate and luxurious patterns.

She slowly stood up and looked at the green pine forest outside the window. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing else except the vibrant green.

Wen Rong pulled back the quilt. Having been lying in bed for so long, she felt her legs go weak as soon as her feet touched the ground, but her body did not feel weak.

The floor is covered with original teak flooring, and you can clearly feel the craftsmanship patterns when you step on it.

Wen Rong opened the door. It seemed like there was some decoration hanging outside the door, and only crisp and pleasant collision sounds could be heard.

After opening the door, I saw a crystal wind chime on the door. There was a piece of paper tied to the silk thread hanging below the wind chime.

Wen Rong had taken a minor language course and recognized the above line from a poem by French poet Arthur Rimbaud:

[My eternal soul watches over your heart, even when the night is lonely and the day is burning.]

……

There was a wood burning in the fireplace in the hall, and there was a smell of roasted chestnuts, warm and dry, which made people feel inexplicably comfortable.

From time to time, the white noise of burning wood could be heard from the fireplace.

This faint sound brought her back to her senses.

Perhaps it was the sound of wind chimes that caused footsteps to be heard downstairs.

Wen Rong looked down and suddenly met Li Zhengting's gaze.

When their eyes met, the distance between them seemed like a galaxy called past and present lives.

Wen Rong felt a pain in breathing and looked away.

Her long brown hair was disheveled, and her plain face still had marks from the pattern on the pillowcase when she slept on her side, and it was slightly pink.

His eyes looked bright because he had had enough sleep. He didn't look like he had been seriously ill, but rather like he had just woken up.

The man's eyes were always glued to her, and Wen Rong didn't want to endure his quiet and deep gaze.

Li Zhengting walked up the wooden stairs on the west side. He was wearing a slim-fitting black turtleneck sweater, and his hair was not neatly slicked back, but was casually parted. He also wore a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on his nose, but he did not look like a gentleman at all, and yet somehow fit the description of a gentleman thug.

As he approached, the woody scent mixed with patchouli diffused, which somehow matched this historic wooden house.

Li Zhengting raised his hand and touched her forehead. While she was still stunned, he said softly, "The fever has completely subsided. Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Although Wen Rong had been in a coma for the past two days, she had taken her medicine and eaten everything. She was not completely unconscious. Although she had a high fever, she could still eat with patient guidance.

Otherwise, with her delicate constitution, if she didn't eat for two days, she would feel dizzy even if she got up too quickly, let alone walk.

After saying that, Li Zhengting didn't plan to listen to her answer. He could see how she looked, so he simply bent down, picked her up horizontally, and walked down the stairs.

She was very light. She was 169cm tall and weighed just over kg. But weighing her now, Li Zhengting frowned in displeasure.

Wen Rong quietly let him hold her, with an inappropriately obedient manner. If it were in the past, after experiencing that kind of unbearable humiliation, with her personality, she would never have nestled quietly in his arms like she did now.

Wenrong has a gentle personality, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have a hot temper.

But no matter what she looked like, he didn't care and accepted it all.

But not long after, Li Zhengting no longer thought so.

Wen Rong's attitude towards everything was filled with a kind of indifference, as if no matter what he did or how he did it, it would not elicit the slightest response from her.

Li Zhengting put her in front of the dining table, turned and walked towards the kitchen, and soon came back with a steaming casserole soup.

"Are you starving? Eat something."

Li Zhengting poured the soup into a white porcelain bowl and placed it in front of Wen Rong.

"You just woke up, so eat something light first. I'll ask Aunt Lan to come over tomorrow. She knows your taste..."

Wen Rong then raised her eyes to look at him. At just one glance, Li Zhengting narrowed his eyes and knew what those talking eyes wanted to express!

He was silent for a while, then picked up the bowl of milky white sweet soup himself, picked up the porcelain spoon and blew gently on it until it reached a soft temperature that was edible, then he handed it to Wen Rong's mouth.

"I simmered it for three hours. It was very successful this time. It's not too sweet. I'll drink a little..."

The dining chair was very wide, the kind that one couldn't reach the back of the chair without leaning back hard. Wen Rong sat back, curled up his legs, and put his feet on the chair, hugging his knees.

The hot steam from the sweet soup continued to rise, but Wen Rong's eyes, filled with disgust and fear, were not warmed by the mist at all.

Like a hedgehog with its quills erected, she knew that Li Zhengting was coaxing her again.

His usual tactic is to give someone a slap in the face and then give them a sweet treat.

But Wen Rong didn't want to pretend anymore. She didn't want to be hypocritical in the face of those cruel methods.

As if he had burned his boats, the fear in Wen Rong's heart was suppressed a lot.

Li Zhengting's fingers holding the porcelain bowl turned white from the force he exerted, and his chest rose and fell violently!

bang-

The spoon was thrown down hard! The bowl of soup splashed out, and although it was no longer hot, a lot of it still spilled on his hands, but he seemed to feel no pain.

Li Zhengting was tall, and when he stood up, Wen Rong, who was sitting on the chair, was not even as high as his chest.

He curled up in the chair, his already thin body looking even more pitiful.

No matter how angry he was, he naturally couldn't bear to touch her, and there were only the two of them here.

But when she thought that her reaction at this moment was all because of another man, her emotional management ability, which she had always been proud of, collapsed and boiled in an instant.

"Da Da, drink the soup obediently, as long as you are obedient..."

He couldn't say any more humble words.

Wen Rong was stunned. In fact, she was still not fully awake. Her limbs were curled up subconsciously, which was also a manifestation of insecurity. Only by holding herself tightly could she really feel that her soul was in her body.

Instead of being manipulated and played with like a toy.

Her autonomous consciousness can only be driven into the air, temporarily separated from her body, and her consciousness temporarily paralyzed, otherwise she will definitely go crazy!

If there was a gun in front of her, she would end her life without hesitation.

Seeing that she didn't react, Li Zhengting stretched out his patience, moved closer to her, and wanted to pull her in front of him and coax her gently.

But before he could even say anything to surrender, Wen Rong became like a fox with its fur standing on end!

It showed its sharp claws and scratched Li Zhengting's face fiercely!

In the excitement, even though Wen Rong was weak, her strength was not light! The glasses were knocked to the ground! They hit the edge of the fireplace, and the lenses shattered instantly.

Li Zhengting's tongue tip gently swept across his unconscious mouth, and the smell of rust instantly spread!

He had never seen Wen Rong react so violently. In his panic, he swept the porcelain bowl on the dining table to the ground. With a crisp sound, the porcelain bowl and the pair of lenses shattered into pieces!

Li Zhengting directly brought Wen Rong to the dining table, and he pulled out a chair and sat down!

He was lying between her knees, looking up at her from the bottom up.

He sneered, his voice cold: "So fierce? Is it because I beat Ying Huainian, or because I did it to you in front of him?"