Chapter 139 Ilan Confession

   "What?" Pei Zhi pushed out a cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it slowly.

   "Let me see." Lin Jiao grabbed one.

   She opened the transparent plastic bag and took out the pure black leather racket: "Fly swatter."

"what?"

   "Riveted fly swatter."

   Pei Zhi caught the beat she threw.

   He stared at the rivets on the surface of the racket, and the cigarette he had just inhaled in his mouth choked on his throat.

   A light cough sounded, and the smoke that filled his eyes also concealed the emotions in his eyes.

   "Choke?" Lin Jiao handed him a glass of water.

   When those clear eyes looked over, Pei Zhi couldn't say what was stuck in his throat.

   He took two sips of water: "It's fine." Just as he wanted her to come over, he saw her open a box again.

   "There are still hairpins." Lin Jiao played with the two hairpins connected by a gold chain.

   She fiddled with the bell under the bow and listened to it making a crisp sound: "It's too noisy, it can only be worn at home."

   Seeing her pinning her hairpin on her head, Pei Zhi took a deep breath and suppressed the dryness in her heart.

   He patted his knees: "Come here."

   "I haven't finished dismantling it yet."

   "Take it apart next time."

  Lin Jiao took back the hand that touched the box.

   She threw herself into his arms, and the bell hanging beside her ear rang lightly: "Aren't you happy?"

"No."

   He just wanted to beat Chu Yuzhou.

   Pei Zhi snuffed out the cigarette butt, and covered the clip with his knuckled hand: "I'll take it off for you."

   "Then take it easy."

   "Yeah." Afraid of pulling her hair, he had to slow down and move out a little bit.

  Lin Jiao lay on his chest and picked up the racket next to him: "What do you think he thinks of sending fly swatters in winter?"

   "There's something wrong with his brain." Pei Zhi threw it back into the cardboard box together with the clip, not allowing her to play again.

   He patted her waist: "It's time to take a shower."

   "Then go back to your room and wait for me."

   "Want to watch a play?"

  Lin Jiao nodded: "Thirty episodes." She raised her chin to reward him with a kiss: "Don't forget it."

   "No." Pei Zhi watched her walk into the bathroom.

   He took out the contents of the carton and looked at them one by one, tossing between throwing and not throwing.

   If he throws it away, he will inevitably feel regret.

  If you don’t throw it away…

After thinking for a long time, Pei Zhi still moved them to the study and locked them in the safe.

   Come in handy when the time comes.

  *

   The hazy night is like white gauze, spread on the glass windows in the ward, like a dream.

   Jiang Ye, who was in a nightmare, was sweating profusely.

   He desperately escaped from the trap set by Jiang Yingna, but his limbs were restrained due to the loss of consciousness.

  He fell weakly to the ground, letting that disgusting face draw him closer.

   When he was completely desperate, a soft call came from his ear, pushing away the layers of dark clouds that were pressing him out of breath.

   "Jiang Ye?" Pei Yilan, who was holding her wrist, met those eyes full of vigilance and precaution.

  She held a towel in another hand and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Are you uncomfortable?"

  The moment Jiang Ye saw her face clearly, the shackles that bound him seemed to disappear.

   He looked at the surrounding environment, his eyes fell on the indwelling needle in his left hand: "I had a dream just now."

   His voice was so hoarse, Pei Yilan turned around and poured him a glass of water and fed him to drink.

   "It's okay." She turned up the brightness of the night light, trying to shake off his anxiety: "It's all over."

   Jiang Ye weakly responded.

   He painted her eyebrows with his eyes, and the warm current in his heart calmed him: "What time is it?"

   "Three-thirty."

   "Have you not slept?"

   "Sleep." Pei Yilan was afraid that he would be worried, so she didn't mention the fact that she fell asleep and hit the guardrail.

   She tucked his hands into the quilt: "You take a rest, and you have to check at ten o'clock."

"how about you?"

   "I'm going to sleep on the sofa."

   Jiang Ye raised his head and looked to the right.

   Seeing that there was only one blanket on the sofa, he sighed inwardly, not even a single brick of the heart wall that she had chiseled.

   He moved to the side: "Come up."

"what?"

   "Come and sleep with me."

   Pei Yilan suspected that she had heard it wrong.

   She asked again to make sure he meant what she meant, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.

   "Will it be too crowded?"

   "No." He measured the width with the naked eye, and said very confidently: "This bed can sleep well."

   Pei Yilan climbed onto the bed with hands and feet.

   She put her hands on her stomach and stared at the ceiling motionless, her body becoming more and more rigid.

   Jiang Ye, who couldn't hear her breathing, was afraid that she might have a problem: "You can relax."

   "Can't relax."

   "Then you turn off the lights and try?"

   Pei Yilan raised her hand to turn off the night light.

   She bit her lower lip, diverting her attention in a very nervous situation: "Jiang Ye, how many times have you been in love before?"

"once."

"When did this happen?"

   "Sophomore year." Jiang Ye rubbed the indwelling needle and looked at the ceiling with her: "We broke up after talking for more than four months."

"why?"

   "It happened to be Valentine's Day at that time, and she thought the gift I gave was too low, which made her lose face."

   Pei Yilan guessed: "Lipstick?"

   "A pair of earrings." There was also a general impression in his mind: "Swarovski's."

   "Swarovski used to be very popular." Pei Yilan didn't think it was low: "I also wore it."

   "The friends around her all use big names like Gucci and Dior, so they definitely can't compare."

   Jiang Ye paused: "The most important thing is that I had no money at the time, so I couldn't give her much."

   "Then do you still like her?"

   "I don't like it." He turned to look at her and asked about her relationship history: "How many times have you talked?"

   "Twice, no more than two months each time."

   "Talking about having fun?"

   "That's right." Pei Yilan recalled the past: "They couldn't give me the feeling I wanted, and I lost interest after a long time."

   "What does it feel like?"

   "Heart, I want to have a future with him."

"anything else?"

   "I want to stick to him at any time." She didn't look at him, but she kept saying to him: "I want to hold him to sleep, and I want to kiss him."

   Jiang Ye understood.

   He recalled the picture of her 'unintentionally' hugging and kissing him during this period of time, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

   He turned over to face her: "How to hug?"

   "The face-to-face kind."

   "Should you turn around then?"

   Pei Yilan's heart was beating wildly.

   She grabbed the quilt and turned around slowly, like a snail, and slowly moved towards him.

   Her face was visibly red as his hands passed under her neck and wrapped around her shoulders.

   "Jiang Ye." She pressed against his chest, her voice trembling as she drew closer.

"Um?"

"I like you."

   "I know." He wasn't a fool.

   Jiang Ye wrapped her arms around her waist. When he noticed that her back was tense again, he smiled and said, "Why didn't you do this when you hugged me before?"

   "It's different."

   Pei Yilan buttoned the corner of his clothes and took a deep breath as he tapped his back.

   She raised her head: "Jiang Ye, you..."

   (end of this chapter)