I, Qing Huan - Chapter 37

Qing Huan stood blankly, looking at Nan Yang, who was disheveled in front of him, with Nan Yang’s blood in his mouth, and he was mostly drunk.

Sober instantly.

What did she do just now? !

Just… Was that still you just now?

How could she be so drunk?

Nanyang held on to the wall and slowly stood up straight, his profile flushed with the roots of his ears. She looked down at the shirt that was half of her unbuttoned shirt, trembling with her fingertips, touched the threaded end of the torn button, and sighed dully.

“Will you not buckle it for me?” Nan Yang looked reluctantly at Qing Huan who was still in a daze.

Qing Huan’s body shook severely, and finally embarrassed emotions appeared in the astonished eyes. She blushed because of drunkenness, but now she is hot with shame. She has always been a restrained and gentle person since she was a child. She has never done anything out of the ordinary. She wants to break her head but can’t understand why she has become the way she was just now. If she crosses the boundary a little bit, I am afraid the nature of this matter will become An illegal incident.

Strong in marriage…

“What are you thinking about?” Nan Yang pursed his lips and pressed the blood stain from the corner of his mouth into his mouth.

Qing Huan buried her head low, not daring to look at Nan Yang, and walked slowly over with shivering, trembling hands and trying to find Nan Yang’s shirt button, and it was a little difficult to help her fasten it.

The third and fourth ones can still be buckled, but the first and second ones don’t even have the buttons. How can they be buckled? With embarrassment, Qing Huan’s eyes were red, she turned and squatted down, found the two small buttons under the sink, and grabbed them into her hands. She glanced back at Nanyang’s shirt. Nanyang’s white shirt today has a low open collar. If the two buttons are not buttoned, most of her collarbone will be exposed.

Nanyang would not allow his collarbone to be exposed while wearing a shirt.

“Yes, I’m sorry…” When Qing Huan opened her mouth, tears overflowed from the corner of her eyes, “I…I’m drunk, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I’ll look for a needle and thread right away, you, you are here first Wait, I’ll sew it for you.”

Nanyang stretched out her hand and touched Qinghuan’s hair, fingers all the way down, stroking her side face, and using her thumb to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, her tone was extremely soft and gentle:

“I’ll wait for you to come back.”

Qing Huan nodded, wiped the tears on his face, and hurriedly left the bathroom.

Nanyang touched his arm and looked at the mirror above the sink.

Her current appearance is indeed not very regular, the black hair that grows to the back waist has been messed up a lot by Qing Huan, the shirt has been torn in some places, and the laces on the puff sleeves are hanging long and short. She had just kissed, her face was no longer as cold as it used to be, she had already sterned her face, but she still couldn’t hide the glamorous color in her eyes.

She thought of what Qing Huan looked like when she left, her lips twitched.

Why did she cry when she was forced to kiss herself?

Nanyang turned on the faucet, bent down, took a handful of water, and put some into his mouth with his lips and tongue. She rinsed her mouth carefully, rinsing away all the blood in her mouth.

After about twenty minutes, Qing Huan finally returned.

When she pushed open the bathroom door, she was panting heavily, and she seemed to be running. She was also very afraid that Nanyang would be seen by people who came in to the toilet, so she looked for needlework anxiously. But the needles in the miscellaneous bag prepared by Xiaoye have been used by Cheng Cheng to **** tomorrow night. So she could only run out of the hotel immediately, bought this pair of needles and threads at the nearest canteen, and ran back in a hurry.

Nan Yang leaned on the sink, holding her arms crossed. When Qian Qinghuan came, she put her arms down, and the shirt collar instantly collapsed, exposing a large area of ​​chest skin.

“No one has come in, right?” Qing Huan asked nervously.

“No.” Nan Yang shook his head.

“…OK, I…I’ll sew 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. She bit the needle in her mouth, skillfully tore off a piece of white thread, then took out the needle from her mouth, squeezed the thread, and quickly passed it through.

She lowered her eyes, carefully pressed the small button in her heart on Nanyang’s collar, carefully and cautiously inserted the needle into the thin cloth, angled sideways, and always kept the needle facing her side.

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

She couldn’t help it anymore.

How can she bear it? She has endured for three thousand years. For more than three thousand years, she did not want to kiss her every day, but she never lost her restraint.

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

Nan Yang raised his hand, clasped Qing Huan’s chin, and gently lifted it up. Halfway through the stitching, Qing Huan’s gaze was a bit bewildered. Before she could meet Shang Nanyang’s gaze, her lips felt cold.

Nan Yang lowered her head and gently held her lower lip.

This is a kiss that is completely different from the passionate kiss just now. Nanyang kissed very restrained, she just touched Qinghuan’s lips with her lips, rubbing slowly little by little. A kiss without the participation of the tongue loses a bit of heat and moisture, but magnifies the touch of the soft lips. For some reason, this kind of kiss seems to be even more heartwarming. There is no sex, no eagerness, only countless love and tenderness.

Qing Huan opened her eyes wide and looked at the 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 I closed my eyes, my nose became sour inexplicably.

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

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

Unfortunately, before he kissed for a while, Nan Yang suddenly turned his head away, making a “hiss——” in his mouth.

Qing Huan lowered her head in a daze, only to realize that the sewing needle in her hand had stuck on Nan Yang’s chest sometime, and a few drops of blood had already spilled out, dyeing the neckline of her white shirt red.

“Yes, I’m sorry…” Qing Huan hurriedly removed the sewing needle, trying to find paper, but there was no paper on her body.

“It’s okay.” Nan Yang pulled a little shirt and wiped the blood from his chest.

“Don’t move, I’ll sew it for you quickly, and I will go straight back to the hotel in a while.” Qing Huan took the sewing needle, frowned, stabilized her disordered breathing, and forced herself to focus on Nanyang’s shirt. .

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

Qing Huan hurriedly raised an index finger and pushed it against her forehead. There was a little helplessness in her tone: “Don’t kiss. What if someone comes in to the bathroom later? Let me sew buttons for you first.”

Nan Yang gave a hum.

After a while, she stared at Qinghuan who concentrated on sewing clothes and asked in a low voice: “You like me, don’t you?”

Qing Huan was taken aback for a moment, and her ears instantly became red. She bit her lip for a long while, then nodded awkwardly.

I have kissed twice, and denying it again is too hypocritical.

She really likes her, and eager to get close to her, and hope that in the future, she can do all the things between her lover with her fairness.

Before, she was distressed that there was no suitable opportunity to clarify, but now it is most suitable now, the words have been passed to her mouth, she only needs to lightly nod her head, and she can completely own the woman in front of her. She had no reason to escape.

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

“……Ok.”

Qing Huan avoided Nan Yang’s gaze and nodded again.

Nan Yang couldn’t help curling her lips, showing a smile that would show a little bit of teeth, and laughed out Xiao Limao.

Finally, she still belongs to her.

Qing Huan was silent for a while, and said: “I’m sorry, I… Actually, I haven’t hated you so much. I just… it’s my own problem, I don’t dare. I… don’t dare to talk to a rich man like you. Feelings, I think…I am not worthy of you.”

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

“Why do you think you are not worthy of me?” she asked softly.

“You are so perfect, have a family background, have a background, and you are the most beautiful one I have ever seen. You can have many other choices. There are many female stars in the entertainment industry that are better-looking than me. I… I have nothing, I am now These things that you have are all given to me by your Mei family. I don’t know what I have worthy of your liking, so I am afraid that you will not like me at any time. I dare not…”

“Qing Huan,” Nan Yang interrupted her, her tone as flat as she was talking about an uncommon thing, “For the past and present, you are the only one who is worthy of me.”

Throughout the ages?

What ancient?

What is ancient?

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 she would understand one day, she waited patiently for that day. For a long time, she suppressed a worried heart, carefully raised her eyes, and asked: “Can I trust you?”

Nanyang looked at her and held her finger with the sewing needle, her voice was low:

“Yes. You can trust me. I will love you until I die.”

Qing Huan knows that Nanyang is not a person who is used to talking about “like” and “love”. Since they got married, Nanyang has only said “Long ago, I started to like you” on the first day. Since then, she hasn’t confided more than half of a word like this. In fact, Nanyang is not only unaccustomed to saying these two words to her, she is not used to saying like to 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 usually doesn’t even say “like” very much, holding her hand at this time, said 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 lips tightly, tears streaming down uncontrollably. She cried and said, “Then you…will not bully me from now on.”

“…Have I 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 corner of her eye, and looked a bit wronged, “After all… after all, I will be your true My wife, I…” She started crying again, with a choked voice, “Anyway, anyway, don’t bully me…”

Nanyang looked at the crying woman in front of her, her heart was about to turn into a pool of water. She touched her hair, softly soothing: “I won’t bully you, don’t worry, I love you. Don’t cry.”

“Ok.”

While Qing Huan was busy wiping her tears, she opened her misty teary eyes to sew clothes for Nanyang, looking pitiful and funny.

The corners of Nan Yang’s lips rose uncontrollably.

It’s time now.

It should be.

She put her right hand into the pocket of her pants, and took out a black rope from it.

The end of the black rope is tied with a crystal red round beautiful jade, which looks like it has been stroked for many years, and it is as moist as water. It just seems to have been broken, the surface of the jade is full of cracks, and there are many broken pieces. Although it has been polished smooth for a long time, it still has the regret of pits.

Nan Yang touched it with his thumb, with a soft look in his eyes, but he carefully handed it to the woman opposite.

“This, 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 up in her heart. This piece of jade should have belonged to her.

She doesn’t seem to touch it for the first time. Not only is it not the first time, it seems that she once regarded it as the supreme treasure, holding it at her fingertips day and night.

“This is my most precious thing. I have been with me for a long, long time.” Nan Yang said this with a smile on his lips, “Believe it or not, it…is made with my blood. I hope it can replace it. I will be by your side when I am not by your side.”

blood?

Qing Huan lowered his head and looked at this crystal red jade in surprise.

Under the dim light of the bathroom, a thin layer of light was reflected on the surface of the jade. Under the outline of this layer of light, she seemed to vaguely see the small mottled letters on it——

I wish to see you like Liang Shangyan every year.