The green camphor tree has a deep view

The bedside lamp cast a warm light, but it couldn't warm up Wen Qing's pale face. She sat stiffly on the bed, as if she had lost her life, and her usually calm and self-sustaining eyes were filled with emptiness.

Seeing her like this, Song Jingshen felt as if his heart was being pulled, and a stimulating burning pain spread throughout his body.

He unbuttoned his collar, stood up and walked to the bathroom, trying to ignore the sudden pain.

"I'm going to take a shower, and you think about it."

Wen Qing seemed not to hear what he said. She stared at the ceiling without moving her eyes. She seemed to be thinking about something intently, but also seemed to be thinking about nothing.

After a while, there was a fierce sound of water coming from the bathroom. It seemed that someone had accumulated a lot of emotions and was choosing a place where no one was around to vent them.

Wen Qing numbly glanced in the direction of the bathroom and realized that she had not put on her pajamas yet, so she wrapped herself in the quilt, slowly got up from the bed, casually took out a set of pajamas from the mahogany wardrobe and put them on, then slowly lay back on the bed.

The quilt she had just used to wrap herself was a little damp. Her skin would easily turn red when exposed to moisture, and in severe cases, she would develop eczema. In order not to cause trouble for herself, she propped herself up, picked up the long quilt and walked towards the balcony.

When she came back after hanging up the quilt, Song Jingshen was standing at the bedroom door wrapped in a bathrobe, drying his hair and looking outside with a look of impatience.

"Where are you going at this moment?"

"Hang up the quilt." Wen Qing responded calmly, lowering her head and walking past him.

"An aunt will come to clean up tomorrow." Song Jingshen followed her back to the bedroom and closed the door.

"Yeah." Wen Qing responded, raised her hand to open the wardrobe, and stood on tiptoe to look at the top compartment of the cabinet.

"There's only a summer quilt up there." Song Jingshen said, "There are only two winter quilts. Yours is hung up there. Do you want to cover yourself with one?"

Wen Qing hesitated for a moment and said softly, "Two summer quilts put together should be thick enough."

Song Jingshen looked unhappy: "Are you sure?"

"Well, I'm not afraid of cold." Wen Qing raised her eyes to look at him. Seeing that he had no intention of objecting, she boldly pulled a stool from the end of the bed, stepped on it, and went to the top compartment of the closet to get the quilt.

The quilt was not really thick, but the material was extremely luxurious. Wen Qing stroked the satin flowers on the quilt, and couldn't help but think of the expensive craftsmanship that she had only seen in documentaries.

Such an exquisite quilt is worthy of being put in a museum or as a work of art, so how could she possibly touch it?

Wen Qing regretted hanging the quilt out. Even if it was a little damp, it would just be enough for one night. It was much better than experiencing such embarrassment.

“Why did you put it back in?”

Song Jingshen frowned and asked as he watched her carefully put the quilt she had pulled out back to its original place and then carefully smooth it out.

"It's indeed a bit thin. I'll just cover the one on the balcony."

Wen Qing got down from the stool, put on her slippers again, pulled the stool back to its original position, turned around to close the cabinet door, but was stopped by the man.

"Is that one dried?" He raised his chin and pointed to the wet quilt on the balcony.

How could it possibly be dried? Wen Qing secretly criticized him for asking such a question even though he knew the answer.

If you hang the quilt out to dry in the middle of the night, even if it is just a little damp, it will not dry so quickly.

He asked this, obviously with some teasing intention.

But she was in no mood to entertain him, and replied calmly, "Well, that's about it."

"Are you afraid of getting your skin wet?" He moved closer to her, put his hand on her lower back, and then moved it to her back, shoulders and neck. The hot breath spread from the top of her head to the sides of her neck.

"No." Wen Qing raised her hand to support his chest and said in a trembling voice, "It's just that I just came to Jiangcheng and I'm not used to the climate here."

"You'll get used to it in the future." He closed the closet door with one hand, pushed her against the door, and bent down to kiss the tender flesh on the side of her neck.

Wen Qing didn't expect it to turn out like this. She barely managed to hold on to the few clear thoughts in her mind and pleaded softly, "Let me get the quilt back."

"I am your blanket." He said with a low laugh, "Don't worry, you won't be cold."

After saying that, he held her hips, lifted her up, and walked towards the bed step by step.

"I... I just took medicine." Wen Qing panicked, her voice trembling, her eyes full of fear, "Today you, you can't..."

"Here are condoms." Song Jingshen put her on the bed, supported her side with one hand, and unbuttoned her pajamas with the other hand. He lowered his head and looked at her face, "Am I that unreliable in your opinion?"

"Can you let me go today? I'm really scared..." Wen Qing's eyes misted over and she was about to cry.

Through the mist, his face seemed blurry and far away, but his body and hair were very close, bringing her burning and pain, reminding her that all this was not an illusory dream.

She had no way to escape and could only face it.

"I'll start taking long-acting contraceptive pills tomorrow and take them every day, okay?" She begged him softly, trembling all over like a lamb to be slaughtered.

"I can't get pregnant. My family will kill me if they find out." Her tears rolled down her ears and quickly seeped into the bed sheets, leaving dark spots.

"Kill you?" He stripped off the last bit of restraint on her body, and looked at her deeply, as if he was evaluating an object. "Your family won't want to part with you. They will only talk to me and try to sell you at a high price."

"No! They won't." Wen Qing opened her eyes wide and shook her head to deny, "Please, let me go, and let them go..."

"How much do you know about them?" Song Jingshen sneered, and his big hand caressed her neck, "How noble do you think you are in their eyes, huh?"

Wen Qing felt a flash of fear in her heart, as if she had suddenly realized something. She no longer cared about the shame of being played with by him, and she grabbed his hand that was holding her neck and asked in a trembling voice, "What do you mean?"

"Knowing too much is not good for you." He held her slender hands, raised them high and pressed them on top of her head, then lowered his head and kissed the side of her ear, "If you stick your head out, you will be stabbed. If you hide your head, you will also be stabbed. Since we are destined to meet, just follow me honestly and don't look back."

"Look back..." Wen Qing smiled miserably and murmured, "There is no turning back for me."

My hometown has gone far away, my parents have become yellowed photos in my memories, the days of relying on my grandma are gone forever, and the vague warmth between relatives is now only a memory gone with the wind.

She seems to have always been walking alone on the road of life, and it will probably always be like this in the future.

"Don't cry." The man kissed her salty tears, which seemed to ruin his mood.

He slowed down his movements and frowned at her: "Does it hurt more than the first time?" He patted her waist again and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm taking measures, relax."

Wen Qing pursed her lips, enduring the pain of the tearing wound, tears flowing like gurgling spring water.

She raised her hand to wipe away her tears, but the more she wiped, the more tears came. Even she felt ashamed, so she simply turned her head away and pretended that she was dead.

He always took a long time, and her crying and begging him would only make him more excited. It would be better for her to just endure it and wait until he had his fun.

Seeing her hopeless look, the man's eyes dimmed and he felt unhappy.

He had wanted to take her to North City, and take advantage of the business trip to learn about her journey, and let her get to know him more deeply.

He knew that she had no feelings for him, but he believed that feelings could be cultivated. Isn't it the best way to cultivate feelings for two people to spend time together and be close to each other day and night?

He thought that as a girl who grew up in the North City and had been away from the North City for such a long time, she should want to go home.

Taking advantage of her homesickness, he could take advantage of the opportunity and forcibly imprint his mark on her attachment to and memories of her hometown, making it even harder for her to forget him.

But she refused without hesitation. She refused to go to the North City to see the place where she grew up, saying that she had no relatives there and it didn't matter whether she went there or not.

It turned out that North City was not a hometown that she missed when she was in pain, nor was it a place that could provide her with shelter.

Family affection and homesickness were just a layer of shell that she shed in the process of growing up. No matter whether it hurt her or not, or whether she was reluctant to let go, they were all blown away by the wind of time, left to shrivel, weather, and eventually turn into powder.

She has no home, no hometown, and no way out.

Is this why you cried so miserably?

The tears kept flowing, but the person was silent, even his breathing was barely audible.

He suddenly felt a pain in his heart. The fire that filled his body went out so quickly for the first time, as if it had been extinguished by her tears.

After quickly venting his anger, he carried her to the bathroom to clean up.

When she came out of the bathroom, she hooked her hands around his neck and whispered, "I promised to be with you. Please keep it a secret for me. At least don't let them sell me out, okay?"