The green camphor tree has a deep view

"Do you understand?" He lowered his eyes to look at her, his eyes deep, "I see you don't understand anything."

"...Then tell me." Wen Qing blinked, looking innocent.

Song Jingshen snorted coldly: "You won't understand even if I tell you."

"why?"

"Because you have preconceived ideas, are self-righteous, and are obsessed with trivial matters."

Wen Qing: "..."

The elevator door opened on the underground floor. Song Jingshen reminded everyone to "put on your hat" and strode towards the parking lot.

Wen Qing held the hatband tightly, afraid that a little wind would blow in.

Song Jingshen glanced down and said sarcastically: "If you value your life so much, why didn't you go to the hospital just now?"

"It's not that I cherish my life, I'm just afraid of blowing myself silly." Wen Qing muttered softly, "Chinese medicine says that if evil wind enters the brain, the brain will become stupid."

"You're stupid enough," he commented unkindly.

"You... I'm not competing with you." Wen Qing was unconvinced, "It's okay if you don't like me, but I can't just give up my brain."

"You are too modest." He said casually, "In my opinion, your body is more valuable than your brain. I hope you can keep it well and make good use of it."

Wen Qing snorted: "How to use it? Find more men to sleep with?"

"Say that again, will you?" The man pinched her butt fiercely and glared at her fiercely, "Wait and see how I deal with you."

"Ouch!" Wen Qing screamed in pain, "Are your hands made of iron? They feel like pliers."

"That's a light punishment. It'll teach you a lesson." He glared at her.

Wen Qing lowered her eyes speechlessly and touched her butt, which should have been bruised. She suddenly felt aggrieved and her eyes turned red.

"Don't be sad. I'll give you a comprehensive checkup when we get to the hospital." Song Jingshen kissed her forehead, opened the car door, put her in the passenger seat, and stroked her lower back. "I'll pay for the checkup, you take good care of yourself."

Not satisfied with just touching through the coat, he reached his hand inside, causing a shiver on Wen Qing's skin.

She hurriedly held his hand and said in a sad voice: "It's cold..."

The hand inside the coat suddenly stopped, and he pulled it out, helping her wrap the coat tightly.

"Sorry, I forgot you were not wearing any clothes." He pursed his lips, a dark flash in his eyes.

"I wore it." Wen Qing clarified in a low voice, her face flushed.

Riding in his car without clothes on sounded extremely embarrassing.

"Wrapping myself in a bathrobe, does that count as wearing it?" He raised his eyebrows at her, with a teasing look on his face, "Then you should wear this when you're with me from now on."

Wen Qing curled her toes in embarrassment and her face was so red that blood seemed to drip out.

Only then did she realize that her feet were numb from the cold, so she had to curl up her legs slightly and shrink into her coat.

"So cold?" Song Jingshen bent down and held it.

Her feet were icy cold and clear, like white jade soaked in ice and snow.

Wen Qing blushed and tried to pull back, but was restrained by his large palm.

His palms were calloused and scratched the delicate soles of her feet, causing a tingling sensation like an electric current.

"I'm not cold, let me go."

Wen Qing panicked and revealed her two white legs while struggling.

"If you want to go to the hospital, be quiet and don't let me do that to you here!"

Song Jingshen's eyes were bloodshot. He held her knees with one hand and wrapped her feet with the blanket with the other hand. His eyes wandered over her like a beast patrolling its prey.

Wen Qing froze and dared not move, staring at the roof of the car with wet eyes, even her breathing was trembling.

That look was so alluring, but she herself didn't know it.

Song Jingshen suppressed the volcano in his heart, lowered his head, and kissed her lips fiercely, not letting go for a long time.

"Stupid, haven't you learned how to breathe yet?" He left her lips, chuckled, and lingered on her neck and collarbone...

The burning kiss was wrapped in the damp and cold air, making Wen Qing unable to tell whether it was hot or cold. Her senses seemed to be failing and even her vision became blurred.

"A-choo——" She couldn't help but sneeze.

The man suddenly stopped, and when he came to his senses, he found that the woman under him was half-naked and shivering with cold.

"You're still saying you're not cold even though you're like this? You're just being stubborn."

He wrapped his coat tightly around her, closed the car door, walked quickly around the front of the car, got in, and turned on the heater.

Wen Qing sniffed and her nose turned red, and she didn't know if it was because of crying or because of the cold.

"I have clothes in my dormitory, winter clothes, a complete set." She lowered her head and said, "Just take me downstairs to the dormitory."

"Aren't you afraid of being seen by your classmates?"

When he sent her back to the dormitory before, she always hid in secret, wishing she could turn him into invisible.

"It's vacation time, there's not many people in the dormitory."

Wen Qing tightened her clothes and wondered how much the dress was worth.

The first time she visited the Song family, she wore a sweatshirt from his car. The sweatshirt was not worth much and it was women's, so he just didn't want it.

This time it was different, the bathrobe and coat she was wearing were all his. Most of his private clothes were custom-made and could not be bought on the market. If they were soiled or damaged, he would not know how much compensation he would have to pay.

Wen Qing carefully checked the collar and cuffs, trying to find a label, but found nothing.

She sighed and asked softly, "Can these two pieces of clothing be dry cleaned?"

"No." Song Jingshen glanced at her and started the car.

"How do I wash it?"

"Hand wash." The man looked straight ahead, his face unchanged, "Use special imported laundry detergent, you don't have it."

"Are the laundry detergents sold on the market not good enough?" Wen Qing asked frustratedly.

"No. If you don't wash the clothes the right way, they will get deformed. If you don't want to lose money, you'd better come to my house and I'll teach you how to wash."

"You can wash?" Wen Qing asked in surprise.

"Yes." He said nonchalantly, "You have to study hard. If you can't, you will lose money."

"How much?" she asked.

She would rather pay the money directly. Learning to wash clothes from him is definitely not an easy task.

"One million." Song Jingshen said without hesitation, "If you can't afford to pay me, it's the same as sleeping with me."

"You..." Wen Qing was angry, "Don't be like this, I'm serious."

"What are you serious about? Are you serious about calculating the money with me?" Song Jingshen's attitude changed, and his tone was condescending. "Since you're following me, I'll naturally cover your food, clothing and expenses. Can you calculate the money with me? "

"Even if I follow you, I don't want to owe you money." Wen Qing said, "The relationship will end one day, and I don't want to leave a psychological burden."

Song Jingshen chuckled: "If you don't want the psychological burden, you have to bear the financial burden. You have no strength, but you still have to maintain your integrity. Aren't you tired?"

Wen Qing's eyes were red. After hearing this, she pursed her lips and lowered her head, not saying a word for a long time.

The car was driving on a busy road. Song Jingshen looked straight at the road. He took a chance to glance at her and only saw half of her face buried in her collar.

"Is your mouth frozen? Why aren't you talking?" He was vaguely worried.

After a while, a gentle reply came from the collar, which sounded more like a soliloquy: "You must retain some self-respect in order to survive."

Song Jingshen's brows sank, and a gloom appeared in his eyes.

"Then you should pay it back slowly."