Seventy-Two: Deep Love Buried by Time (Seventy-Two)

Jing Yu silently touched the light switch on the wall and dimmed the dazzling crystal lamp in the hall.

Yu Zeyao seemed to feel that the light was getting weaker and weaker, and slowly opened his eyes. When he looked up, he saw her standing in the corner far away, looking at him.

"You should go to bed early." Jing Yu said. In such a quiet night, her voice was clear and clean, without the indifference when she rejected him last night, which slowly relieved some of the fatigue deep in his heart. He squinted at her, "Aren't you waiting for me? Don't want to talk?"

Jing Yu shook his head, walked closer, and said, "You drank a lot. Let's talk tomorrow if you have anything to say."

Yu Zeyao's drunken eyes flickered with the dim light above his head. His eyes fell on her, and he raised his hand to her, "Come here."

At this moment, he was not as high-handed and domineering as when he was sober. Such a him, the two words he said were not orders, but more like a soul-stirring and irresistible temptation.

He half leaned there, like a charming fairy, casting a spell.

Jing Yu just stared at him in a daze, her legs moving towards him, completely out of control. When she came to her senses, he had already hugged her waist and sat her on his legs.

The smell of alcohol mixed with the light fragrance on his body entered her nose.

Jing Yu only felt that the man's strength on her waist was not light, his chin rested on her shoulder, and his nose greedily sniffed her hair fragrance. A long silence spread between them.

Jing Yu did not move, just let him hold her like this. She found that as long as he was not inexplicably angry at her and unreasonable, she could not resist his approach, or closeness. When did this start, even she herself had never discovered it.

"Ask whatever you want to ask now." Yu Zeyao finally spoke. As if satisfied with the fragrance on her body, the wrinkles between his eyebrows loosened a little, and he leaned back on the sofa and looked at her. The big hand was still branded on her waist, stroking slowly, without lust, but clearly the intimacy between lovers.

Although she was wearing pajamas that were not too thin, Jing Yu was extremely sensitive at the moment. She felt that the places on her waist where his fingers touched were all scorching hot.

She held his fingers in her hands to prevent him from moving. She lowered her eyes slightly and looked at him, her voice always calm, "Why don't you let me go out and go to work? I am a normal person, it is impossible for me not to have social interaction."

"Why do you think it is?"

He did not answer,

but asked in return.

Jing Yu thought about it and shook his head, "I can't think of it. But I don't think you have a reason to put me under house arrest."

"Who said no? I have many reasons to put you under house arrest." Yu Zeyao laughed softly, and there was a bit of loneliness in his laugh.

It seemed that because of the alcohol, his slightly drunk eyes were jumping with strong emotions that could not be concealed. His eyes stared at her with burning eyes, as if he wanted to see into her heart, which made Jing Yu's heartstrings tremble fiercely. His fingers climbed up her face, and his thumb gently stroked her delicate skin, as if he was feeling the touch, but it seemed that such a touch was far from enough to calm the excitement in his heart. He only repeated it softly, "The biggest reason is that you stay by my side. No one can miss you except me."

Jing Yu was definitely not a person who could be interfered with to this extent before - even traveling was no longer free, and she would not be angry. However, at this moment, not only could she not be angry, but a certain part of her heart was gradually softening.

She asked: "Who would miss me?"

Yu Zeyao's eyes were more serious, "The kidnapping of Jing Rong is not clear yet. There is no guarantee that the other party will not target you."

Jing Yu's eyes fluctuated, and she looked at him for a long time before she asked softly: "You... are for my safety?"

"..." He did not respond, but the answer was self-evident.

It turned out that...

He was protecting himself.

He protected Jing Rong, took care of Jing Rong, and protected himself.

Jing Yu's mood, which had been depressed for a day, suddenly became clear. The depression disappeared in an instant. What remained was comfort and an unignorable feeling of being touched.

Before this, she had always thought that this man might just be playing with her, after all, his life was far from hers.

However, the more she got along with him, the more Jing Yu found that this man was not what she thought.

He had never really treated her as a plaything - even if it came to that point last night, he did not really force her at the last moment - instead, he was still solving one big and small trouble after another in her life. From the customs incident, to blocking the gun for her, saving Jing Rong, and then to protecting her now...

If he was just playing with her, why would he take care of her to this extent?

The past frames of the picture kept emerging in her mind, constantly stirring her heart, making the ripples in her heart expand.

At this moment...

Jing Yu suddenly had the urge to get to know him better.

"What are you thinking about?" Yu Zeyao asked again when she saw that she hadn't spoken for a long time.

Jing Yu shook her head, "Have the wounds on your abdomen healed?"

The voice was now a little softer than before. A faint smile could be seen at the corners of her lips.

Yu Zeyao seemed puzzled, looking at her with doubt and inquiry, his eyes full of deep thought.

Jing Yu felt embarrassed by his look, she pursed her lips and asked again, "Are they all healed?"

Yu Zeyao did not answer, but lifted his shirt from the bottom. His strong and sexy abdominal muscles were exposed, and before Jing Yu could take a closer look, he had already grabbed her hand and pressed it on the wound.

His muscles were as hard as stone, but they were scorching hot. When Jing Yu touched them with his fingers, the heat made him tremble slightly, and he wanted to pull them back immediately. However, when his fingers touched the uneven wound, they moved again and unconsciously stayed on the wound for a long time.

In the end, Yu Zeyao couldn't bear it anymore and pulled her hand out of her clothes.

"Have you touched enough?" His voice was hoarse, and his eyes, which were originally slightly drunk, were now more infatuated.

Jing Yu was embarrassed by the look, so she took her hand back and said calmly, "Did you go for a re-examination of your ruptured intestine? You drank so much alcohol now, and you obviously forgot the lesson from last time."

Yu Zeyao looked at her deeply, "You will accompany me for the next re-examination."

"...Yes." Jing Yu nodded, and added, "But before the re-examination, you can't drink anymore. It's best not to drink a drop."

The light and shadow in Yu Zeyao's eyes fluctuated violently, and then he said helplessly, "Maybe you really have to drink."

Jing Yu frowned, "As a doctor, I hate patients who find all kinds of reasons to be disobedient the most."