Wife...wife!
Even disregarding everything else, just those two words are enough to make Xu Chacha blush.
The cotton swab fell to the ground, and Wen Mubai simply dipped her finger in the ointment, saying, "Apply it."
Xu Chacha's cheeks flushed bright red, "Vixen..."
"What?"
Xu Chacha wouldn't repeat it to her again; she simply endured the shame and applied the ointment to her face in a very sloppy manner.
"This, this, and this," Wen Mubai said, his tone as if he were checking a student's homework, "none of them were wiped off."
"Do it yourself."
Wen Mubai grabbed her wrist, preventing her from leaving. "This rash is because of you, isn't it? Is this how you take responsibility?"
Xu Chacha swallowed hard, wondering how to answer, when Wen Mubai spoke again.
"never mind."
Are you really going to let it go?
Xu Chacha packed up, wanting to run away, but was pulled by the wrist and dragged over. His cool lips pressed against hers, and Wen Mubai said, his lips lingering on hers.
"It's pointless to apply it now."
Tonight, Xu Chacha was forced to learn new knowledge again.
Picking peaches
Eat dates
As the first rays of the morning sun rose, the seeker, having drunk the dew, felt his throat grow even drier.
...
Xu Chacha was awakened by a nightmare. She dreamed that a demon had drained her soul, leaving her a dried-up corpse who was about to die.
She opened her eyes in fright, only to find that she and Wen Mubai were tightly hugging each other's waists, with her feet draped over his body. Realistically, it seemed more likely that she had crushed the demon to death.
She put on her pajamas, supported her back, and got up to get some water.
After taking a sip of the cool tea, my throat felt much better, and my gaze fell on the photo I had taken out of my pocket and placed on the table earlier.
She picked it up and then opened her suitcase, inside which was the box she had brought from home.
Xu Chacha opened the box, put the new photo inside, placed it next to the previous one, and then closed it with satisfaction.
As her arm fell to her side, the bracelet on her wrist slid down, and Xu Chacha saw the words on the inside: "May you always be surrounded by light."
She suddenly became curious about what was written inside Wen Mubai's bracelet.
Gently setting down the water glass, Xu Chacha tiptoed back to the bedside, pulled Wen Mubai's arm, and stealthily peeked inside.
The cursive script was a bit hard to decipher. She squinted at it for a while, then realized she seemed to be looking at it backwards, so she turned her head around again.
"To be her light"
Xu Chacha picked up the photo on the table again, and after a click, the photo paper that came out showed two people holding hands.
Their fingers were interlocked, perfectly aligned.
The silver bracelets clashed.
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Chapter 71 Extra 1
For a long time, Wen Mubai thought he would grow old alone.
She didn't believe in the love that people touted as so alluring and sweet. She thought it was just hormones at work, a fleeting passion that would eventually fade, leaving only arguments and indifference.
In this course, her parents were the instructors who led by example on the podium.
When my mother was three years old, she had her first affair with a foreign model she worked with; it was just a one-night stand.
Like many men, his mother's infidelity was like a switch that was turned on the first time, leading to countless more.
Then, when she was seven, her father, who had just returned with photos from a private investigator, pulled her into his study with a stern face and asked her in a gruff voice who she would live with if they divorced.
Wen Mubai had never thought about this question before, so he was stunned and did not answer immediately.
Wen's father angrily threw the photo in his hand onto the table. It was a sensual scene of intertwined bodies, but because one of the women was his mother, Wen Mubai suddenly felt a strong urge to vomit.
“If we divorce, you’ll be with me. She’s the one who did something wrong,” Mr. Wen said, pointing to her head. “Remember that?”
So Wen Mubai went to find his mother, crying.
Wen's mother hugged her, patted her back, wiped away her tears, then let go of her hand and told her to sleep, and everything would be alright after a good night's sleep.
Wen Mubai refused. She was all too familiar with these words; every time she tried to say something, her mother would brush her off in this way.
She just finds her tears troublesome; she doesn't really care that much.
She remembers crying and saying, "I don't want to be without a mother, and I don't want to be without a father. Please stop fighting."
Wen's mother smiled, looking at her with a very complicated expression, "There are so many beautiful things in this world that are worth loving. It would be a sin to stop."
Wen Mubai didn't understand the reasoning she was talking about, and he still didn't when he grew up.
But she remembered that every time she returned from a date with her lover, her mother's back would be seen in the office, working frantically as if she were on stimulants, her back twisting like branches climbing up the wall, dancing strangely.
She knew she couldn't interfere in her parents' affairs and was powerless to do anything about them.
After that, she rarely cried or laughed. Why? Because no one cared anyway, and she tried to ignore everything.
She was alive, but like a lifeless corpse; her limbs moved, but her mind had long since decayed.
Until one of them, crying pitifully but forcing a smile, said to its little one, "I will repay you for the rest of my life. When I grow up, I will protect you!"
She leaned on her back and said, "Sister, my heart is beating so fast. This is the first time someone has ever been so kind to me."
Xu Chacha didn't know that her heart was also pounding in her chest that day, almost reaching its maximum capacity.
After meeting her, Wen Mubai spent every minute and second with Xu Chacha, wondering how there could be such a sensible girl.
Even if he is covered in wounds, he will still think of her. Even if he is so scared that he cries in his dreams, he will comfort her and tell her that he is willing to go to the orphanage.
In Wen Mubai's eyes, children are always self-centered and try to create trouble to attract attention. A typical example is Wen Shiyu, the child brought by her stepmother.
Even though Xu Chacha always appeared quiet and well-behaved, she would always take the initiative to observe her, knowing that such well-behaved and sensible children needed more care.
They naively offered all their goodwill, only to be met with indifferent neglect—how unfair!
Why do only crying children get candy?
Wen Mubai didn't want to hand the child over to someone else, at least not someone like Wen's parents. Fortunately, Xu's mother's attitude was better than she had expected.
She still loved the child. The joy of finding him again even made her abandon the proper elegance she had always maintained, but it was the way she made Wen Mubai feel most at ease.
...
Wen Mubai disliked all close contact. When her deskmate borrowed a pen from her, he would make sure to hold the pen at the end so as not to touch her fingers.
But Xu Chacha is different. Perhaps it's because her little hands feel so soft and harmless that she can let her guard down.
At that time, she didn't realize how dangerous it was.
She couldn't bear to let this warmth go.
I don't want to give it away to someone else.
On the day she returned to China, she stood in the shadows, waiting for Xu Chacha to discover her.
The bright eyes that pierced through the darkness gave her an urge to kiss them.
But she couldn't, so whenever she saw Xu Chacha's trusting eyes, she felt a strong sense of guilt.
She wanted to always be a reliable elder, stay by her side, protect her and watch over her. She thought that would be enough, but she overlooked the fact that there would be many other people in Xu Chacha's life.
More importantly, she grew up and blossomed into a graceful young woman.
Perhaps it's a handsome guy on a basketball team, or maybe it's a caring and gentle senior student. Xu Chacha will eventually form a new family with someone else.
At that time, she, as an "elder," will be marginalized, like a childhood doll, forgotten in a corner.
The thought that she might trust others as much as she trusts him made Wen Mubai feel very uncomfortable.
Similar to jealousy.
This relationship was confirmed on Xu Chacha's birthday.
She immediately saw what Jiang Miao was trying to do, but he treated her like an elder who could offer advice, revealing all his inner thoughts.
Wen Mubai listened expressionlessly, but he knew very well that he was jealous of Jiang Miao.
I envy that she can disregard everything and bravely express her feelings.
"Wen Mubai, are you willing to stop here?"
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The birthday gift Wen Mubai gave to Xu Chacha was a bracelet he made himself. His hands were numb for two months while he was hammering it into shape.
She secretly engraved words on the inside of the bracelet, wanting to use it as a spell, wishing that Xu Chacha could stay by her side forever.
That night, Xu Chacha dreamt of someone saying, "I love my aunt the most," which made her happy for a long time.
She was the same, so that day, Xu Chacha's gentle kiss broke the principle she had adhered to for so long.
She said, "Why do you think so much?"
Yes, Wen Mubai asked himself the same question: why was he thinking so much?
As it turns out, this choice was the right one, or perhaps she had already made the choice but simply lacked the courage to put it into practice.
Xu Chacha represents her courage, both ten years ago and ten years later.
With his parents' failed marriage as a cautionary tale, Wen Mubai was extremely careful.
Although it was impossible, Wen Mubai thought that even if he really lost his feelings for Xu Chacha one day, even if he returned to his boring and dull life and remained single for the rest of his life, he would never betray her.
She even set a curfew for herself, requiring her to be home before 10 p.m. and to report to her family if she was out socializing. But it seems she should be more worried about the possibility that her husband might be abducted.