I, Qinghuan

Qing Huan stood blankly, looking at the disheveled Nan Yang in front of her, with Nan Yang's blood in her mouth, most of the alcohol was gone.

Wake up instantly.

What did she do just now? !

Just... was that still me just now?

How could she be so drunk?

Nan Yang leaned on the wall, and slowly stood up a little bit, his side face and the roots of his ears were flushed red.She looked down at her shirt, which was mostly unbuttoned, touched with trembling fingertips the end of the thread where the button was pulled off, and sighed sullenly.

"Will you not buckle it up for me?" Nan Yang helplessly looked at Qing Huan who was still in a daze.

Qing Huan's body shook violently, embarrassment finally appeared in her astonished eyes.She was already blushing because of drunkenness, but now she was burning with embarrassment.She has been a restrained and gentle person since she was a child, and she has never done anything outrageous. She couldn't figure out why she became like that just now. If she crossed the line, I am afraid the nature of this matter will become an illegal incident.

Strong in marriage...

"What are you thinking?" Nan Yang pursed his lips, and sucked the blood from the corner of his mouth into his mouth.

Qing Huan lowered her head, not daring to look at Nan Yang, she walked over slowly with trembling hands, tentatively touched Nan Yang's shirt button with trembling hands, and helped her button it with a little difficulty.

The third and fourth buttons can still be buttoned, but the first and second buttons are gone, so how can I button them?Qinghuan's eyes were red with embarrassment, she turned around and squatted down, found the two small buttons under the sink, and grabbed them in her hands.She looked back at Nan Yang's shirt. The open collar of Nan Yang's white shirt today was low. If the two buttons were not buttoned, most of her collarbone would be exposed.

Nan Yang would not allow her collarbone to be exposed while wearing a shirt.

"Yes, I'm sorry..." When Qing Huan opened his mouth, tears overflowed from the corner of his eyes, "I... I'm drunk, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I'll go find a needle and thread right away, you, you are here first Wait, I'll help you sew it."

Nan Yang stretched out his hand, touched Qing Huan's hair, moved his finger all the way down, caressed her side face, and wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes with his thumb, his tone was extremely soft and gentle:

"I'll wait for you to come back."

Qing Huan nodded, wiped the tears on her face, and left the bathroom in a hurry.

Nan Yang touched his arm and looked at the mirror above the sink.

Her current appearance is indeed irregular, the black hair that grew to the back of her waist was messed up a lot by Qing Huan, the shirt was torn in some places, and the ties on the puff sleeves were hanging long and short.After the kiss just now, her face was no longer as cold as usual. She had obviously stiffened her face, but she still couldn't hide the charm in her eyes.

She thought of Qing Huan's appearance when she left, and the corners of her lips curled up.

Why was she the one who was kissed by force, but she still cried?

Nan Yang turned on the faucet, bent down, scooped up a handful of water, and put some into his mouth with his lips and tongue.She rinsed her mouth carefully, rinsing away all the bloody smell in her mouth.

After about 10 minutes, Qing Huan finally came back.

When she pushed open the bathroom door, she was panting heavily, and she seemed to be running.She was also afraid that Nan Yang's appearance would be seen by people who came in to use the toilet, so she anxiously went to look for needles and threads.But the needles in the sundry bag prepared by Xiaoye have already been used by Ming Wancheng for pricking.So she could only run out of the hotel immediately, bought this pair of needlework at the nearest canteen, and hurried back.

Nan Yang leaned on the sink, arms crossed.Seeing that Qinghuan was coming, she put her arms down, and the collar of her shirt collapsed instantly, exposing a large area of ​​chest skin.

"Has no one ever come in?" Qing Huan asked nervously.

"No." Nan Yang shook his head.

"...Okay, I...I'll sew it for you right away."

Qing Huan unpacked the sewing box, put the small box on the sink, and took out a roll of white thread and the thinnest needle from inside.She bit the needle in her mouth, skillfully tore off a length of white thread, then took the needle out of her mouth, squeezed the end of the thread, and quickly passed it through.

She lowered her eyes, carefully pressed the small button in her palm on Nan Yang's collar, and carefully and cautiously inserted the needle into the thin fabric, keeping the needle pointing at her side at an angle.

Nan Yang watched her focus on sewing buttons for herself, her ears became more and more red.The light in the bathroom is not good, so Qing Huan is very close to her chest when she sews, she can sensitively receive every breath of Qing Huan, and the warm breath brushes over her collarbone, making her feel dry.

She seemed unable to bear it.

How can she bear it?She has endured it for 3000 years. For more than 3000 years, there was not a day when she didn't want to kiss her, but she never lost restraint.

Today, I really don't want to restrain myself anymore.

Nan Yang raised his hand, clasped Qing Huan's chin, and lifted it up gently.Qing Huan sewed halfway, her eyes were a little helpless, before she had time to meet Nan Yang's gaze, she felt a chill on her lips.

Nan Yang lowered his head and gently sucked her lower lip.

This is a kiss completely different from the passionate kiss just now.Nan Yang kissed very restrainedly, she just touched Qing Huan's lips with her own, rubbing slowly little by little.The kiss without the participation of the tongue lost a bit of burning heat and moisture, but magnified the charm of the soft lips touching.I don't know why, but this kind of kiss seems to be more exciting, there is no passion, no urgency, only countless love and tenderness.

Qing Huan opened her eyes wide, looking at the pair of half-closed light brown pupils close at hand, at first she was confused for a moment, then, she blushed, and slowly closed her eyes.

The moment he closed his eyes, his nasal cavity was inexplicably sore.

She suddenly felt that she had been waiting for this kiss for a long, long time.

It seemed that they should stay together so intimately, year after year, year after year.

It's a pity that before kissing for a while, Nan Yang suddenly turned his head away, and let out a "hiss—" in his mouth.

Qing Huan lowered her head in a daze, only to realize that the sewing needle in her hand had pierced Nan Yang's chest at some point, and a few drops of blood had spilled out, staining the collar of her white shirt red.

"Yes, I'm sorry..." Qing Huan hurriedly took away the sewing needle, trying to find paper, but she didn't have any paper with her.

"It's okay." Nan Yang grabbed a little of his shirt and wiped the blood from his chest.

"Don't move, I'll sew it up for you, and go back to the hotel in a while." Qing Huan took the sewing needle, frowned, stabilized her disordered breathing, and forced herself to focus on Nan Yang's shirt .

Nan Yang lowered his head again, leaned over, and wanted to continue.

Qing Huan hastily raised an index finger, and pushed it against her forehead, with a little imperceptible helplessness in her tone: "Stop kissing. What if someone comes in to go to the bathroom later? Let me sew buttons for you first."

Nan Yang hummed.

After a while, she stared at Qing Huan who was concentrating on sewing, and asked in a low voice: "You like me, don't you?"

Qing Huan froze for a moment, her ears turned red instantly.She bit her lip and nodded awkwardly after a long while.

I have kissed twice, and it would be too hypocritical to deny it.

She really likes her, and she also longs to get close to her, and hopes to do all the things between lovers with her openly and aboveboard in the future.

Before, she was troubled by not having the right opportunity to speak out, but now the moment is the most suitable, the words have already reached her mouth, she only needs to nod her head lightly, and she can fully possess the woman in front of her.She has no reason to run away.

"Then from now on, I can treat you as my real wife, right?"

"……Um."

Qing Huan avoided Nan Yang's gaze, and nodded again.

Nan Yang couldn't help hooking his lips, showing the kind of smile that would show a little bit of teeth, making a small pear dimple.

In the end, she still belongs to her.

Qing Huan was silent for a while, and said: "I'm sorry, I...in fact, I have never hated you that much. I just...it's my own problem, I dare not. I...don't dare to talk to a rich person like you Feelings, I think... I'm not good enough for you."

Nan Yang stared at the ground and was silent for a while.

"Why do you think you are not good enough for me?" She asked softly.

"You are so perfect. You have a family background, a background, and the most beautiful appearance I have ever seen. You can have many other choices. There are many female stars in the entertainment industry who are prettier than me. I... I have nothing. I am now All these things I have were given to me by your Mei family. I don’t know what you like about me, so I’m afraid you won’t like me at any time, I dare not..."

"Qing Huan," Nan Yang interrupted her, his tone was so flat as if he was talking about something very common, "Throughout the ages, you are the only one who is worthy of me."

Through the ages?

What ancient?

Ancient what?

Nan Yang saw the doubt in Qing Huan's eyes, and only said, "You will understand one day."

Qing Huan pursed her lips and obeyed Nan Yang's words.Since she said that she will understand one day, she will patiently wait for that day.For a long time, she suppressed her uneasy heart, raised her eyes cautiously, and asked, "Can I trust you?"

Nan Yang looked at her, held her finger holding the sewing needle, and lowered her voice:

"Yes. You can trust me. I will love you till I die."

Qing Huan knows that Nan Yang is not a person who is used to talking about "like" and "love". Since they got married, Nan Yang only said "I started to like you a long time ago" on the first day. , Since then, she has never uttered half a word of liking.In fact, Nan Yang is not only not used to saying these two words to her, she is not used to saying that she likes anything else. She likes candied haws so much, and when she is desperate, she will not say "I like it". She just said, "I want to eat".

A person who is usually not even willing to say "like" is now holding her hand and saying word by word, I love you.I will love you till I die.

She can trust her.

She can trust her.

Even if she lied to her, she was willing to believe her.

Qing Huan bit her lip tightly, tears streaming down uncontrollably.She said in a crying voice: "Then you...you must not bully me in the future."

"...Have I ever bullied you?" Nan Yang was a little puzzled.

"No, no, I just told you in advance, I..." Qing Huan raised her hand holding the sewing needle, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and looked a little aggrieved, "After all... after all, I will be your real My wife, I..." She started crying again, her voice choked with sobs, "Anyway, anyway, don't bully me..."

Looking at the crying woman in front of her, Nan Yang's heart almost melted into a puddle of water.She stroked her hair and comforted her softly: "I won't bully you, don't worry, I love you. Don't cry."

"Ah."

While Qing Huan was busy wiping away her tears, she also wanted to sew clothes for Nan Yang with misty eyes, looking pitiful and funny.

The corners of Nan Yang's lips raised uncontrollably.

It's about time.

It should be.

She reached into her pants pocket with her right hand and took out a black rope from it.

At the end of the black rope was tied a piece of crystal red round beautiful jade, which seemed to have been touched for many years and was as moist as water.It just seems to have been smashed, the surface of the jade is full of cracks, and there are many small pieces that are incomplete. Although it has been polished smooth for a long time, it still has pits and holes.

Nan Yang rubbed it with his thumb, with soft reluctance in his eyes, but carefully handed it to the woman opposite.

"This is for you."

Qing Huan took it, held it in her hand, and suddenly felt an inexplicable tremor in her heart.

This piece of jade...

For some reason, a thought suddenly came to her mind.This piece of jade should have belonged to her.

It's not like she's touching it for the first time.Not only is it not the first time, it seems that she once regarded it as a supreme treasure, holding it at her fingertips day and night.

"This is my most precious thing, and it has been with me for a long, long time." When Nan Yang said this, there was a smile on his lips, "Believe it or not, it...is made of my blood. I hope it can replace I, when I am not by your side, stay by your side."

Blood?

Qing Huan lowered her head, looking at the crystal red jade in surprise.

Under the dim light in the bathroom, a thin layer of light was reflected on the surface of the jade. Under the outline of this layer of faint light, she seemed to vaguely see a few small characters engraved on it——

Wish to be like Liang Shangyan, see you every year.