The green camphor tree has a deep view

The black G-Class stopped downstairs of Guangyu Apartment. Wen Qing looked out the window and saw the familiar building. She couldn't help but protest in a low voice: "I want to go back to the dormitory."

"What do you want to do? Climb the stairs in disheveled clothes, or be carried up by me?" Song Jingshen glanced at her, "The dormitory manager is not on holiday."

"The dormitory manager won't ask." Wen Qing said stubbornly.

"I understand it at a glance. Why are you still asking?" Song Jingshen pushed the door open and got out of the car. He walked around the front of the car and opened the passenger door. "You can't even walk properly after getting out of a man's luxury car dressed like this..."

"I can walk." She stepped down holding the car door tenderly. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she was picked up by the man.

"How can I walk without shoes?"

The man hooked his feet, slammed the car door, and carried her into the apartment building.

Wen Qing blushed, her toes curled up and tucked back into her coat, she covered her eyes with her hands, feeling too embarrassed to face anyone.

"Why are you covering your face?" Song Jingshen looked down at her and ordered, "Reach out, I have a card in my pocket."

"What card?" Wen Qing put down her hand, revealing her big wet eyes with red circles around them.

"Elevator card." Song Jingshen urged, "Hurry up."

Wen Qing said "Oh", stretched out a slender white hand, and touched the front of his suit.

His chest was so hot that Wen Qing felt that her hand was about to melt, but the elevator card didn't even touch a corner.

"You were allowed to take the card, but not touch it."

A faint teasing voice came from above her head. Wen Qing looked in the direction of the voice and found that Song Jingshen was glancing at her with a faint smile on his face.

Wen Qing immediately pulled her hand out and struggled, "Put me down, you can take it yourself."

"Put your hand in your inner pocket." Song Jingshen held her tightly and continued to order, "If you can't get the card, you can't go anywhere."

Wen Qing had no choice but to reach her hand into the front of his suit, trying to get as far in as possible without touching him.

"Go in. And then go up." Song Jingshen commanded.

Wen Qing followed his instructions and finally found the edge of her pocket. She quickly stretched out her fingers and took out the card.

"If I didn't know, I would have thought you were going to take off your clothes for me." Song Jingshen lowered his eyes and looked at her.

"what?"

"Open your eyes and see what you have done to me," he said.

Wen Qing was stunned for two seconds, then looked up and found that the front of his suit was wide open, revealing a large area of ​​light grey sweater that looked loose and a little sloppy.

She pressed the elevator card into his hand and apologized while smoothing down her suit to cover the piece of sweater.

"I'm sorry." She whispered, "I didn't want to bump into you, so..."

"You can touch it as you like."

"Huh?" She looked at him in surprise.

Who was it that disliked her touching him just now? Why did it change so suddenly? Which one counts?

"You have to get the card first and get on the elevator." He glanced at her and said lightly, "Once you're inside, you can touch me as you like."

A few minutes later, Song Jingshen came to the door of the apartment, lifted the woman in his arms up, and quickly pressed his fingerprint on the combination lock.

"Ding——" the door opened, Song Jingshen pushed the door open, hooked the door with his back foot, locked it, and walked straight to the bedroom.

"You have my clothes here?" Wen Qing asked worriedly.

"It's in the mahogany closet." He put her on the big bed, turned on the central air conditioning, and the temperature in the room gradually rose.

Wen Qing stood barefoot on the carpet and took a look at the mahogany wardrobe. The doors were intricately carved and elegantly shaped, making it look like an antique.

But last night she was pinned down by him, she was helpless and crying...

Wen Qing's cheeks felt a little hot, and she couldn't help but turn her face away, unwilling to look at the cabinet again.

"How can you be embarrassed to look at a closet?" Song Jingshen walked over and pulled her face up, "Didn't you just take clothes from here this morning? Why don't you want to wear them now?"

"...I want to wear it." Wen Qing took a deep breath, broke free from him, walked to the closet, and reached out to open the door.

"They're all your size, take your pick."

Wen Qing learned her lesson this time and picked out the thick clothes.

The clothes she picked out in the morning were the most ordinary and not enough to keep her warm.

Thick clothes were too expensive and she didn’t want to owe him too much, but she was wearing too thin clothes and couldn’t stand the cold and damp winter.

Seeing her take a coat with the best warmth retention performance, Song Jingshen nodded and said, "Every failure makes you wiser. You are not that stupid."

Wen Qing ignored him and walked towards the bathroom with her clothes in her arms. She heard a chuckle behind her.

"I was the one who gave you the bath and even avoided you when you changed clothes."

She quickly closed the bathroom door, looked up, and saw herself in the mirror, her face as red as a tomato.

"Don't you want your shoes anymore?" A familiar voice came from the other side of the door. "Do you want to go out barefoot, or wait for me to carry you?"

The voice was obviously gentle and pleasant, but the words that came out of it always embarrassed her.

"I can put on my slippers first." She answered him through the door, her hands moving non-stop, changing clothes quickly.

"Humph, your feet are frozen like ice cubes, and you still dare to wear slippers." Song Jingshen leaned against the door and said lightly, "Women's feet can't stand the cold. If they are too cold, you will have menstrual cramps for the rest of your life."

"I'll return the slippers to you when I get back to the dormitory and change into thicker shoes."

Her voice coming from behind the door reminded him of a stray cat hiding under a car in winter. Its voice was so thin and trembling, as if it was about to become hoarse, making people want to bully it.

His throat rolled and he couldn't help but reach out and knock on the door, wanting to get the woman behind the door out and see what had happened to her.

"Knock Knock-"

The door suddenly rang, startling Wen Qing.

"Come on, come on."

She hurriedly adjusted her collar, unlocked the door, and immediately pushed it open from the outside.

There was no light on in the bathroom, but the light from outside leaked in, and the tall and straight figure of the man covered her.

Song Jingshen lowered his eyes and saw that she was wearing a light blue cashmere sweater, the same jeans she always wore, and a white down jacket on the outside.

Refreshing, clean and appropriate.

But her feet were still bare, stepping on the white tiles, revealing her round, jade-like toes.

"Come and choose some shoes."

He bent down, picked her up and walked towards the cloakroom.

Wen Qing didn't expect him to hug her again. A cry of surprise escaped from her throat, and she hurriedly climbed onto his shoulders with both hands.

Before she could come to her senses, she was carried into the cloakroom and sat on a leather bench.

"They are all winter shoes, pick them yourself." Song Jingshen said, pointing to a pile of shoe boxes in the partition.

Wen Qing glanced at the logo on the shoe box and immediately stood up: "It's too expensive, I can't afford it."

"You can't even afford to wear the clothes you're wearing, so are you going to take them all off?" Song Jingshen looked at her from head to toe, his eyes revealing and full of amusement.

Wen Qing paused, her whole body stiffened, and she couldn't help but clench her fists, her nails digging into her flesh, causing pain.

The next moment, the man suddenly approached, pressed her trembling shoulders, and with a little force, she fell back onto the bench.

"Bang--" Several shoe boxes were thrown in front of her, and a cold sneer came down on her head.

"You're almost naked, but you're still clinging to your noble character. Are you out of your mind? I'm being nice to you, but you think it's embarrassing?"