The Ten Years that I Loved You the Most ✔️

Chapter 60

The coldness of the southern winter is the most tormenting, and no amount of clothes can bear the chill of being born into the bones.

    When He Zhishu got out of the car, he shuddered. Ai Ziyu touched his hand, his fingertips were cold.

    "When I enter the house, I will turn on the dehumidifier, and then I will give you a warm water bag to cover your hands and feet." Ai Ziyu moved naturally, holding He Zhishu's right hand and putting it into the pocket of her clothes.

    He Zhishu snuggled up to Ai Tzuyu, his voice a little hoarse: "Did the temperature drop again these days? I just listened to the car in a daze and said that it will rain for a few more days."

    Ai Ziyu used another. One hand took the key to open the door, and said mildly: "This is always the case in winter here. You are even more afraid of the cold."

    He Zhishu pursed his lips and was not talking . He changed his shoes and went straight to the bedroom to turn on the light.

    Ai Tzuyu was busy outside and returned to the bedroom when He Zhishu took a shower. He was loosely tied with a coral velvet collared bathrobe, holding a pillow and tapping gently. yawn.

    "Don't go to bed early? I tossed you up today." Ai Ziyu leaned forward and touched He Zhishu's forehead with the back of her hand. The temperature was normal: "I haven't eaten anything for a day, do you want something to eat?"

    He Zhi Shu shook his head: "No need."

    Ai Ziyu sat on the side of the bed. After he rubbed his palms to warm He Zhishu's hands, the palms were warm and dry.

    "Where is it uncomfortable to not want to eat? Is the stomach upset?" Ai Ziyu warmed He Zhishu's hands and then covered his stomach, rubbing skillfully.

    He Zhishu was much more comfortable, but he didn't fall asleep immediately. He seemed to have something in his mind.

    "What's wrong?" Ai Ziyu saw something wrong, always a little worried: "If you are uncomfortable, please tell me."

    He Zhishu's eyes trembled, and his eyes seemed to dodge: "You... don't you go to bed early?"

    Ai Tzuyu felt that something was wrong, but couldn't bear to ask the reason, so she stretched out her hand to turn off the lamp and lay down beside He Zhishu: "You go to sleep, I'll be with you." In the

    darkness, she fell into complete silence, only clear. There are shallow regular breathing, two people who are not sleepy at all, and there is no topic to talk about.

    Ai Ziyu didn't go to hug He Zhishu. He slowly boiled the rock candy hawthorn he made for He Zhishu outside, fearing that he would wake up in the middle of the night and let go of the people in his arms. He was lying with his back to He Zhishu, and he was sleeping in the same bed as normal a few days ago. Today, he is unusually nervous and awkward.

    At first, Ai Tzuyu thought the ambiguous and awkward atmosphere was her own illusion, or she had been holding back for a long time. But until someone hugged him from behind, the string in the doctor's mind suddenly broke.

    A man's ability, no matter how rough, can distinguish between pure contact and suggestive invitation. What's more, Ai Ziyu is sensitive enough to come.

    He Zhishu's hug was very light, it seemed a bit tangled, and he brought a bit of distressing caution. He was not a person who could let go, and fortunately he was in the dark, otherwise he would not have the courage to reach out.

    Ai Tzuyu is not a person who can't let go. When I was playing outside in the past few years, I hadn't seen any means of inviting pets and flattering, but now it is stiff and even slow to react. It's not that he has never expected, let alone imagined, but how can he be willing?

    "The hands are still cold?" Ai Ziyu grasped He Zhishu's hands on her waist and said, "Then I will warm you up again."

    He Zhishu pulled his hands back abruptly, drowning in the darkness. There was a bit of coldness from the Iceman: "You don't want to?"

    Ai Ziyu was stunned.

    No one reached out to turn on the lamp. He

    Zhishu sat up, hugged his knees and leaned against the head of the bed: "Didn't you say that you like me?" Ai Ziyu felt insulted for a moment: "So?"

    "I don't have much else. I can't use it. How long have you not even seen me." He

    Zhishu said that his voice was shaking at the end, as if he was holding back crying: "What are you saying about your picture." Ai Ziyu didn't say a word, his emotions were in. The edge of losing control, I am afraid that after spitting out a sound, I can't suppress it completely. The cold deep into the bone marrow. He was badly hurt.

    "I don't look good now... but it's better than a day later..." He Zhishu's voice seemed to be normal, calm and cruel: "...You know I don't want to owe too much."

    Ai Tzuyu's depressed fingers were trembling, because of the lack of oxygen, the whole person was dizzy. But he still reluctantly got up and put a quilt on He

    Zhishu, and said in a mild manner : "Don't think too much, you go to bed first , I have to go outside and look at the pot." There was no warning when Ai Ziyu closed the bedroom door tightly . It broke out and smashed the entire living room, even if I knew that the soundproofing of a door did not have much effect.

    He Zhishu turned his head and looked carefully at the small cluster of stars and moon halo that penetrated through the gap in the curtains, and he failed another person. Even if it was an unintentional mistake, even if it was for the sake of life and death, the people were a little bit less reluctant to give up.

    Anger and resentment are better than a deep love.

    This is true for others and for yourself.

    He Zhishu never wanted to disappoint people, his family, parents, friends, and lovers. But in the end, the only one who didn't live up to was the man who hurt him the most.

    In his life, the only one who has never failed is Jiang Wenxu.

    He never had such a clear conscience for himself.

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