Abstinence Pei, don't be too sweet when chasing your wife

Over there, Gu Fanxing had a false alarm because of being stuck with Pei Luonan, and over here, Du Fei and Ling Jiuer were also at a loss as to what to do next.

As Du Fei wheeled his suitcase into the room, the metal wheels clattered sharply against the masonry. Hastily reaching out to support it, he overturned the bamboo lantern stand in the corner, sending the faded rice paper lampshade careening through the air before finally hanging crookedly on the carved eaves of the mahogany wardrobe.

Ling Jiuer stood by the door and watched him frantically adjusting the lamp stand. His tie was also knocked askew. He looked so disheveled that he didn't look like a business elite at all.

"I, I have to sort out the project plan." In order to hide his panic, Du Fei almost pounced on the black briefcase. The rustling sound of the zipper rubbing against the fabric was particularly harsh in the silence.

As he was rummaging through his laptop, his passport holder suddenly slipped off, and several plane tickets and hotel invoices scattered to the ground like butterflies.

Ling Jiuer's eyes swept over the ticket stubs and invoices, and her heart suddenly tightened.

She clutched the room card, turned away and sneered, "Mr. Du is busy with all sorts of things, why waste time in a place like this?"

Before he finished speaking, Du Fei had already hurriedly stuffed the bill back into the folder, and the metal buckle was stuck three times before it was fastened.

He stood up in such a hurry that his lower back bumped into the eight-immortals table behind him. The celadon teacup shook violently on the table, and the brown tea flowed down the rim of the cup.

Ling Jiuer stepped forward subconsciously, but suddenly retracted her fingertips when they were about to touch the teacup.

Du Fei reached out to help almost at the same time, and the backs of their hands collided heavily.

The boiling hot tea spilled out and splashed on Ling Jiuer's snow-white cuffs.

The moment she gasped, Du Fei had already pulled off his tie, and the rough silk fabric brushed against her wrist: "Are you burned? I'll get some ice."

"No need!" Ling Jiuer took a half step back and her back hit the dressing table.

Du Fei hurriedly went to support the dressing table.

After Ling Jiuer stood firm, she hurried to the bathroom and said, "I'm going to take a shower."

The moment the bathroom door was slammed shut, Du Fei fell into the armchair.

He suddenly remembered the party where he gave his first kiss, and for some unknown reason he began to pay attention to Ling Jiuer's preferences.

At this moment, the blue light of the computer screen reflected on his pale face. The cursor was jumping on the document interface of the project plan, but no new characters were seen.

He took out a cigarette box and just smoked half of it when he remembered that Ling Jiuer hated the smell of cigarettes, so the metal cigarette box was deformed in his palm.

His thoughts uncontrollably went back to the days after the party. On the one hand, he secretly fell in love because of the unexpected kiss, but on the other hand, he chose to escape because of the uncertainty about the future, pushing Ling Jiuer away.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a slight click from the bathroom door.

The misty hot air, carrying the fragrance of jasmine, blew towards me. Ling Jiuer appeared at the door in off-white pajamas. Water was dripping from the ends of her wet hair, forming a crystal stream at her collarbone.

Du Fei hurriedly sat up, the hem of his shirt caught in the corner of the chair, and he pulled hard, loosening two buttons. Ling Jiuer caught a glimpse of his flustered movements, her eyelashes fluttering as she sneered, "Mr. Du, do you need to undress to put together a plan?"

Du Fei's Adam's apple rolled violently, as if there was a piece of red-hot charcoal stuck in his throat.

He stood up suddenly, but his lower back hit the corner of the desk hard, and he groaned in pain.

Ling Jiuer leaned forward subconsciously, but immediately turned her face away when she met his burning gaze.

The roar of the hair dryer suddenly sounded, and the hot air blew up her scattered hair. A few strands brushed playfully against the back of Du Fei's hand, reminding him of the scent of Ling Jiuer's hair left on his suit when she ran away in a panic after the kiss.

"I, I'm going to the balcony." Du Fei picked up the computer and fled, the carved wooden door creaking and groaning behind him.

The mountain breeze brought drizzle and blew in his face. He looked at the mountains in the distance shrouded in twilight, feeling full of regret.

If I hadn't been so cowardly at the beginning, would I be able to care for her and take care of her openly now?

After a while, the crisp sound of porcelain breaking was suddenly heard in the room.

Du Fei rushed into the room and saw Ling Jiuer standing barefoot on the floor covered with porcelain shards, with a small bloodstain on her ankle.

His voice was more urgent than the rain: "Don't move!" He banged his knees heavily on the blue bricks, carefully pushed away the fragments, and took out cotton swabs and iodine from the medicine box.

Ling Jiuer's body was as tense as a string as she watched his trembling fingertips hover above the wound.

The moment the cotton swab finally touched the wound, Du Fei's hands trembled violently.

The sting of the iodine made Ling Jiuer groan softly. He looked up hurriedly and met her red eyes.

At this moment, he realized very clearly that the first kiss given because of the game had already entangled their destinies tightly together, and he never wanted to let go.

"Jiuer..." His voice was terribly hoarse, "I'm sorry..."

"That's enough!" Ling Jiuer pulled her foot back abruptly, blood dripping onto the broken porcelain pieces. "Mr. Du, there's no need to explain. Shouldn't you continue organizing your plan now?"

Suddenly, heavy rain began to fall outside the window, and the raindrops hitting the green tiles made a dense drumbeat.

Du Fei slumped down in the mess on the floor and took out the velvet box from the inside pocket of his suit.

The Orion Nebula necklace he had re-strung shone coldly under the dim light, and his hand holding the box was colder than the mountain breeze of Mogan Mountain.

"This bed... doesn't look spacious enough." After a while, Ling Jiuer stared at the bedding, her voice unconsciously weak. She was already nervous, afraid that Du Fei would take the opportunity to ask to share the bed.

Du Fei saw what Ling Jiuer was thinking and said, "Don't worry, I'll sleep on the chair." He deliberately placed the laptop on his lap. "Last time when I was camping, I slept all night on a folding chair and was able to hike 20 kilometers the next day."

Ling Jiuer turned her face away to hide her relief. She threw back the quilt and deliberately hugged the pillow tightly as she lay down. "Whatever you want. Mr. Du is busy with all sorts of affairs and has a global home. He can manage his plans even if he sleeps on the street. He probably won't mind a bed."

The bed made a long creaking sound as she moved, mixed with the rustling of fabric when Du Fei adjusted his sitting position, weaving a fine web in the room.

As the night deepened, the temperature in the mountains grew cooler. Although Du Fei was covered with a blanket, he still felt a little chilly.

He gently tried changing several positions, fearing to disturb Ling Jiuer who was lying on the bed.

The moonlight filtered through the cracks in the window lattice, cutting out interlaced lines of light and dark on the blue brick floor. He counted these lines, recalling every detail of his acquaintance with Ling Jiuer.

From the unexpected kiss at the party to the subsequent love between the two, every memory is as clear as if it happened yesterday.

The mountain breeze at midnight was chilly, and Du Fei curled up on the armchair, counting the carvings on the beams.

The rattan stick hurt his shoulder blades, but as he stared at the figure wrapped like a silkworm cocoon on the bed, he felt a long-lost sense of peace in his heart.

The memory suddenly flashed back to when the cocktail party was over and Jiuer almost fell down in her high heels. He also restrained his impulse and only dared to support her elbow.

Suddenly, there was a soft sound of fabric sliding down the bed. Du Fei looked in the direction of the sound and saw Jiuer had kicked off the quilt without him noticing.

He stood up as if possessed by a ghost, and his slippers made no sound on the blue bricks.

The moment her fingertips touched the corner of the quilt, Ling Jiuer murmured in her sleep.

Du Fei's whole body was stiff. He watched her unconsciously rubbing towards the heat source, his throat so tight that he couldn't speak.

The warm breath brushed across the back of his hand, like a feather tickling the tip of his heart. He carefully tucked the quilt under her chin, but was suddenly grabbed by the wrist when he retreated.

"Don't go..." Ling Jiuer's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the temperature of her palm burned through her skin.

Du Fei froze beside the bed, listening to his own heartbeat like a drum. Only when her fingers slipped away powerlessly did he dare to tiptoe back to the rattan chair.

He hardly slept a wink that night, but he did not feel tired. Instead, his heart was filled with a kind of warm and firm strength.

The mountain stream outside the window flowed in the night. He touched his wrist which was clenched so hard that it was burning, and looked at the faint morning light climbing up the carved bed curtains. He finally realized that some closeness was more thrilling than any promise.