lonely patient

I don't know if it was because I changed the bed to sleep, but I woke up earlier than Wen Luming the next day.

The faint light of the sky penetrated through the gaps in the curtains, casting a fuzzy darkness over the whole room, and the scent of bay laurel from last night seemed to be floating in the air, mixing with the woody scent of Wen Lu Ming's house. A sense of tranquility in a spring garden.

If the smell also has memory, I think, many years later, I should still remember this day, the tenderness of the trees and home I felt when I opened my eyes and saw the first ray of sky light.

Gradually regaining consciousness, I found myself with an arm around my waist.

Wen Luming slept with his back to me last night, but now my back is leaning against his chest in an overly intimate position.

When I realized it, my whole body was stiff, and I didn't dare to move or turn around, for fear of waking him up and making him even more embarrassing.Just as I was about to continue pretending to be asleep and leave this embarrassment to Wen Luming, the arm around my waist suddenly moved, and immediately hugged me even tighter.

What is this for...

I took a deep breath to hold my breath, and looked down to see Wen Luming's slender fingers with well-defined joints.The temperature of his palm was transmitted to my skin through the thin quilt and pajamas, becoming a heat source that cannot be ignored.

And the owner of the hand was breathing heavily, obviously still asleep.

I carefully moved to my side, trying to put some distance away from Wen Luming, but just after I moved, the hand snatched me back dissatisfied as if it sensed something.

……never mind.I gave up.

Just hug, it's not like I haven't hugged before.Who made me go crazy in the middle of the night and insisted on sharing a bed with others.

I let go of my psychological burden and closed my eyes peacefully, enjoying the early morning sleep.Wen Luming behind him still has a strong sense of presence, whether it is body temperature or breathing, he clearly tells me that he is a mature alpha, not any omega who has been lying beside me.

Alpha is a good friend of human beings.I told myself.

It didn't take long for Wen Luming to wake up. He, like me, froze in place for a long time before trying to pick up his hand gently, retracted it carefully, and then backed away a distance of two palms bit by bit, and finally let go with a sense of relief. in one breath.

I wanted to laugh in my heart, and secretly slandered him for being so embarrassing.

Hearing his movements, I wanted to get out of bed. I pretended to just wake up, opened my eyes and yawned, rubbed my eyes and turned to him, saying: "Mr. Zaowen..."

Wen Luming froze and asked, "Did it wake you up?"

The voice that just woke up was low and hoarse, scratching my ears like a feather.I shook my head: "No, I just woke up."

As I said that, I sat up, grabbed my hair into a small knot and tied it behind my head, yawned again, and said, "Thank you last night."

"It's okay." Wen Luming put on his glasses, walked over and opened the curtains, and said, "The rain has stopped."

I also looked over there, the sky after the rain was translucent blue, exuding a refreshing coolness, like an oil painting with paint still wet, and Wen Luming in front of the window is undoubtedly the most eye-catching part of the painting.He turned around and looked at me, and said lightly, "I'm going out for the next two days to add some clothes."

I responded casually and got out of bed to wash up. When I came out, I heard that Lu Ming had packed himself up and made breakfast by the way.I saw him standing in front of the refrigerator and looking for it, and asked him what he was looking for. He turned around, holding a box of chocolates in his hand, and said, "You have low blood sugar, so don't let yourself be fasted for too long."

I took the chocolate and said thank you, opened the tin box and picked out one, tore off the golden foil and put it in my mouth.

Wen Luming sighed helplessly: "It's not for you to eat now."

I tore another one and handed it to his mouth, saying, "Here is one for you."

Wen Luming was even more helpless, he struggled a bit and still obediently opened his mouth to hold the chocolate, his lips brushed against my fingertips as if nothing had happened.

I withdrew my hand and licked off the chocolate powder on my fingertips, closed the box and joked, "Could it be a gift from a student?"

Wen Luming gave me a look of "what are you talking about?" and said, "This year's Valentine's Day, the school sent it to single teachers."

I muttered thoughtfully, "Single..."

Wen Luming raised his eyebrows, and asked silently: "Is there a problem?"

His expression can easily make people think badly, I leaned over and stopped in front of Wen Luming, my eyes moved from under his dark eyes to my lips, and I smacked my tongue lightly: "It's a pity."

"What?" Wen Luming's eyes flickered imperceptibly.

The corner of my lips raised: "It's a pity that such a mouth is suitable for kissing."

Wen Luming remained unmoved by my teasing, and even counterattacked unhurriedly: "Singleness and kissing do not conflict."

As he spoke, his eyes lowered, and they also fell on my lips: "You should know best."

A few words reminded me of that deviant night, as expected of Mr. Wen.

I shrugged and stepped back, saying, "You're right."

Then one day, a glass sugar jar suddenly appeared on the coffee table out of thin air, filled with all kinds of candies and chocolates.

I am not addicted to sweets, and my hypoglycemia is not that serious. The last time I fainted was purely due to the fact that I just got sick and was weak and took too long in the bath. I also have two candies in my pocket.

I suggested that he needed an ashtray more in the house than a sugar bowl.

Wen Luming turned a deaf ear.

"Hey, whoever makes the money in this family has the final say. If you want an ashtray for free, you won't buy it. If you don't buy it, it's fine. Who let me live here..." I whispered in his ear intentionally. .

Wen Luming's head grew bigger, and he gave me a helpless and warning look: "Yan Qiao."

I immediately pretended to be good: "Oh, Mr. Wen, tell me."

"You..." Wen Luming hesitated to speak, but finally said nothing to me, "Go and sit down, don't hinder me from doing things."

"Okay." I sat down on the sofa calmly, crossed my legs and hugged a pillow in my arms, watching Lu Ming pick out the newly bought flowers one by one, cut off a section of the branch and put it in the flower in front of me. vase.

Green eustomas are tender and thriving in the afternoon sun.

Wen Luming is very focused no matter what he does, his gaze behind the lens is calm and steady, as if what he is fiddling with is not a flower but some sophisticated instrument.

I couldn't help but be fascinated by it, and when he packed up the old withered flowers and threw them into the trash can, I was still sitting there in a daze.

"Yan Qiao?" Wen Luming touched the top of my head, and the scent of flowers on my cuff got into my nose, "Why are you in a daze?"

Since the relationship between the two of us inexplicably developed to sharing the same bed, the restraint and courtesy between Wen Luming and I disappeared, and the physical contact that followed became more and more.

I came back to my senses, looked up at him and said, "It's nothing."

"I have something to do in the afternoon, I'll be back later," Wen Luming said, "you don't have to wait for me for your meal first."

I snorted and asked casually, "Where are you going?"

Wen Luming seemed to be in a good mood, smiled slightly and said, "Go and pick up a new friend."