Trajectory 2: entangled curves

Zhuge Qinuo was a person who could not stand the coquetry of handsome men. He stretched out his left arm, and Mi Bei pulled it close to his nose and sniffed it.

In a split second, her body felt as if it had been electrocuted. She immediately withdrew her breath.

"Be gentle, be slow, there is a wounded person next to you." Mi Bei said.

"You know you are a wounded person, can't you just be quiet? You must be born in the Year of the Dog." Although this was not the most intimate contact between the two people, she couldn't help being sober at this moment. Mi Bei's close relative made her feel shy.

She calmed herself down: "Tell me, what are you laughing at."

Mi Bei: "I laugh at Chengcheng and Xinxin."

Zhuge Qinuo: "Nonsense!"

"I'm not kidding! I remember the two kids fighting over saying, 'My mom loves toilet water so much, she pours a lot of it on herself every day. Her sweat smells like toilet water.'" Mi Bei said with a smile, looking at the little woman beside him, "I didn't believe it before, and I didn't notice it, but now I believe it a little bit."

Zhuge Qinuo: "Selling my mother again."

"How can I shout? They care about you, so they observe you and try to understand you." Mi Bei explained hurriedly. He couldn't tell whether he was really talking about Cheng Xin or himself.

Perhaps an angel was passing by. After saying this, the two of them fell silent at the same time. This damn tacit understanding, and the pain that Mi Bei gradually adapted to, made the two of them feel the warmth of the people around them and the clear breathing of each other.

Everything made Zhuge Qinuo think about the close contact she had with a man more than once. And this man was a little brother. She could sense the impure atmosphere surrounding them at the moment.

After the divorce, she once thought that she could live a good life in the future without any man. But the repeated contact and approach from such helpful people as now, even the slight care from a man eight years younger, actually made her feel moved.

The anxiety caused by the heartbeat also gave rise to more nostalgia. She tried to cut off some emotions and wanted to keep a good distance. Perhaps, if it was someone else, or at another time, she would not allow herself to be in this situation. But it was precisely because there was no one around, it was Mi Bei, there was a legitimate reason, and there was not only no rejection but also some tendency to approach, something in her heart was rekindled like dead ashes.

The clear mind, the real touch, and the atmosphere between the two made Zhuge Qinuo tell himself repeatedly: "Actually, today, right now, I don't need to think too much. This time, I don't need to run away."

The hand around Mi Bei tightened again. Mi Bei responded by squeezing her arm, and then slightly changed the position to continue warming her coldness. The two walked in silence, not because they didn't want to talk, but it seemed that no one wanted to ruin this moment.

Mibe: “Almost there!”

The road eventually ends.

"Hmm!" Zhuge Qinuo raised his head slightly and saw his car. Suddenly he felt that he had arrived too fast, so he put down his thoughts and was able to pick it up again.

There was no time to sigh more. It was too late and Mibei was injured again. The best thing to do was to let him rest as soon as possible.

The two walked towards the passenger seat. Zhuge Qinuo put Mi Bei against the side of the car and then got out of his jacket. If she just felt a little chilly, then the moment she got out, she deeply felt what the temperature difference was. "Ah, cut!" The sneeze came as if it was monitored. Without thinking too much, she opened the car door, helped Mi Bei in, and went straight to the trunk to search.

Mi Bei locked onto her every move in the rearview mirror and the rearview mirror, his eyes seemed to be glued to her. He was changing into the clingy person that he used to sneer at, but he didn't hate this change. That was the sense of security she gave him when she said she would not abandon him.

Zhuge Qinuo returned to the cab and said to Mi Bei, "By the way, is there a repair phone number for your motorcycle? Can you give it a try?"

Mi Bei hastily collected his thoughts and suddenly realized that the motorcycle he loved so much had been forgotten: "Well, yes, if you need it, I know a special repair shop."

Zhuge Qinuo: "Well, let's call them and ask them to come and take it away. Give them the location. Can they come by themselves, or do they need to wait here and give instructions and record something?"

"My cell phone is in the storage box of the motorcycle. I remember the number. Can you use your phone to call me?" Mi Bei looked at Zhuge Qinuo with difficulty.

"No problem, report it!"

Compared to Mi Bei's overflowing emotions, Zhuge Qinuo seems very straightforward.

"139***..."

"Beep beep beep~~"

"No signal! No signal here?" Zhuge Qinuo tried several times, but the only response she got was a quick "beep" from the other end of the phone. She was so anxious that she almost jumped up and down: "That's not the case. I'll go out and try."

This was the most unstable mood Mibei had ever seen her in.

Just about to open the car door.

"Hey, wait!" Mibei called out to him, and then saw him start to take off the other sleeve of his jacket.

"Stop it, I'm fine. I'm not that delicate." She stopped him immediately.

Naihe Mibei had already finished taking off his clothes: "I won't be cold in the car. Don't waste the remaining temperature in here."

The clothes were placed between the front and rear seats. Now it was Mi Bei who was left with only a vest. He raised his eyebrows and motioned for her to put it on.

Zhuge Qinuo was not a hypocritical person: "Okay."

After finishing a series of dressing actions, perhaps her body was really a little cold, and she could clearly feel the temperature of her clothes. Without saying a word, Zhuge Qinuo started the car and turned on the air conditioner.

Hot air!

"It's almost summer, and you're still turning on the heater." Mi Bei said with a smile.

"Aren't you afraid that some yanderes would sacrifice themselves for others and make their illness worse? I'll go make the call. You adjust the temperature yourself. I'll be going downstairs." He said this almost while staring into Mi Bei's eyes.

After getting off the car, Zhuge Qinuo took a deep breath. This was to prepare for another phone call she was about to try, and also to remind herself to forget the fluctuations between the two of them. Many times she felt Mi Bei's dominance, and the more she avoided him, the more domineering he became. So the suppression of her eyes just now was her last stubbornness.

Zhuge Qinuo's eyes and his tone, which was obviously teasing but very gentle, made Mi Bei feel the overflowing sense of security that he had not felt for a long time elsewhere.

He smiled at her, wearing his coat, which made her look smaller. While making calls over and over again, he would occasionally raise his hands and jump a few times to find a signal. She was very serious and worked very hard, but she was indescribably cute, and he smiled even more.

Mi Bei never thought that there would be someone in this world who would make him smile foolishly just by looking at her. Control! He realized that his heart was firmly controlled by her.