A Crazy Love Proposal-Chapter 65 - 48 Brother Smells Like an Old Man

Chapter 65: Chapter 48 Brother Smells Like an Old Man

Chapter 65 -48 Brother Smells Like an Old Man

His hand lifted, and she keenly felt that it was very likely another slap coming her way, so she immediately said, “Brother, what are you doing!”

The expected slap didn’t fall.

When she looked up, Wen Yangzhi wasn’t even looking at her, he had just lit another cigarette, the smoke curling and hazing his handsome face.

Compared to his early twenties, the youthful air had diminished, his skin had grown thinner, highlighting the originally sculpted bones, his nose bridge rising sharply, and the lines of his jaw more defined and clean. When he held the cigarette in his mouth, it was inexplicably sexy and profound, the pure white cigarette holder buried between his lips exuded an indescribable desire, making her want to pull it out and touch him herself.

She clutched at his dress pants, her voice growing weak: “Brother, I can’t stand it anymore.”

He finally extended a hand to pull her up, not expecting that once she got up, she would sit next to him, immediately keeping ten meters away.

Wen Yangzhi’s voice was light and unemotional: “Do I have lice around me?”

But to his surprise, Yun Yuwan spoke up: “You smell like an old man.”

Wen Yangzhi looked up at her, the hand pinching the cigarette tightened slightly, the veins bulging more prominently on the back of his hand, his expression indifferent:

“Say that again.”

She defied him: “Brother, you smell like an old man!”

“Are you itching for a spanking?”

She talked back: “I’m not itching for a spanking, it’s clearly you who wanted to touch my butt and found an excuse, Brother is a pervert.”

Wen Yangzhi looked at her expressionlessly for a moment, then just relit his cigarette, exhaling a plume of white smoke:

“Sit over here.”

Yun Yuwan didn’t move.

Wen Yangzhi’s expression was cold: “Three.”

Hearing him count, she couldn’t help but immediately sit next to him.

She sat down beside him, Wen Yangzhi cradled the back of her head and kissed her gently, but stopped at a taste, the cigarette in his hand hadn’t burned long enough for even a segment of ash to fall off.

Yun Yuwan felt an instinctive urge to smile, but kept a straight face: “Brother, you’re so violent.”

He lightly pressed his index finger to the cigarette holder: “I’m getting older, I like to hit kids.”

That hit Yun Yuwan right where it hurt: “I’m not a kid!”

His face unmoved, he calmly glanced at her: “I really have rheumatic pain.”

She was at a loss for words and stammered: “Does it hurt now too?”

He looked away from her, deliberately bringing up her remarks about his age: “Old age and rheumatic pain are to be expected.”

She lowered her head, muttering: “Your age is indeed high, like old dried mustard greens, unlike me, in the prime of youth, young and beautiful.”

His temple throbbed, but he said indifferently:

“Isn’t this the time when you guess every day whether Brother has a girlfriend or not?”

She was taken aback, her face turning red: “I did not!”

Wen Yangzhi was expressionless, holding the cigarette between his fingers, took a sip from his cup, it was unclear whether he was mocking her or just humoring her and letting it slide:

“Hmm, it’s just me worrying every day whether I have a girlfriend or not.”

Yun Yuwan’s face blushed red, realizing he knew everything.

Back then, when she was so young and had those thoughts, Brother knew all about them.

She felt a little ashamed and silently thought about sitting farther away from Wen Yangzhi.

However, Wen Yangzhi didn’t even glance at her: “Not kissing anymore?”

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She was surprised, after scolding her brother, she could still kiss: “Can I still do it?”

Wen Yangzhi looked at her as if she were a fool: “You could also look for someone younger.”

She moved closer, leaning into his arms, her cheek against his chest, gauging his expression, slowly pulling out his tie, tugging it to make him lower his head; Wen Yangzhi did so, and she looked at his face so close, suddenly feeling a little shy, not daring to kiss.

Wen Yangzhi, at such close range, looked at her, and even if he was expressionless, she felt her heartbeat accelerate, especially since he was indeed looking at her, Brother couldn’t possibly ignore her at this close range.

His straight nose seemed like it was about to touch her face; she had never looked at those deep-set eyes this close, the angle was more intimate than a kiss. During the six years she had left the Wen Family, she missed this face every moment.

Her heart brimming with love couldn’t be contained, it spilled out of her eyes: “Wen Yangzhi.”

His large Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, he looked at her coolly: “Hmm.”

The girl’s drunken affection leaked between her teeth: “I like you so much, I love you.”

Her affection was like a honey pot full of mountain honey; just one look and you could tell it was sweet to the core.

He listened, then simply told her: “Get up.”

She made a sad face: “Why?”

Wen Yangzhi didn’t want to explain, his words brief: “Rheumatic pain.”

Yun Yuwan then realized she was pressing down on his left leg and hurriedly got up.

Wen Yangzhi flicked the cigarette ash: “What’s the matter after all?”

She sat on the carpet at his feet, hugging his left leg, pestering him like a dog, relentless and undeterred: “Brother, didn’t you hear me say I love you?”

“I heard.”

She was unsatisfied and aggrieved: “Then you should say I love you too, or I like you too.”

Wen Yangzhi lowered his eyes to look at her, a faint shadow in the depth of his gaze: “Is it that important?”

She protested: “Isn’t it important!”

He evaded the question and asked her directly:

“What were you actually crying about just now?”

She tugged at his tie, unhappy he didn’t say I love you too: “Crying because I want to be with you.”

“Wanting to be with me, what’s there to cry about?” Wen Yangzhi said unaffectedly.

She asserted herself with an air of innocent grievance, “I just saw how hard the rain was falling, and felt bad for your leg pain. Being with you must be so exhausting.”

Still warm from his touch, she tugged at the tie pretending to wipe away tears, and leaning closer, she could smell the light yet masculine scent of his cologne, “When brother gets old and can barely walk, I’ll have to push your wheelchair and take you out to see pretty old ladies.”

He responded indifferently, “I don’t like looking at old ladies.”

“Then what do you like to look at?” she pouted.

Wen Yangzhi replied calmly, “I’ve always liked looking at young and beautiful ones since I was little.”

She had wanted to refute him.

Realizing something, her heart filled with sweetness and her eyes suddenly brightened, “Brother, are you talking about me?”

He didn’t answer.

But Yun Yuwan knew for sure that he was, she had just been praising her own youth and beauty.

Brother likes her.

He is too embarrassed to say it out loud.

How can someone be so stubborn, having to beat around the bush to tell her that he likes her.

She hugged his legs joyously and shook them, “Brother, that means you’re saying you like me.”

Wen Yangzhi stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, his face still impassive, “No, I’m not.”

She insisted, “It obviously is!”

Wen Yangzhi corrected her in a relaxed tone, “Being too narcissistic isn’t good.”

But this only made her more confident, “That’s not narcissism. If it wasn’t for me hearing this, no one would be able to tell that you’re saying ‘I like you.’ Brother clearly likes how self-loving I am, capable of understanding what you mean.”

Wen Yangzhi suddenly let out a laugh.

Yun Yuwan felt a chill down her back, “Is… it?”

After all her efforts, Wen Yangzhi was no fool, but he still maintained his usual cold composure and changed the subject:

“Do you know why my leg hurts?”

Yun Yuwan hadn’t expected Wen Yangzhi would guess it; she was somewhat astonished, but hesitantly replied:

“I know.”

Uncharacteristically, Wen Yangzhi offered her comfort, “It doesn’t hurt.”

She looked up at him, still hesitant and concerned, “Does it really not hurt?”

He spoke indifferently, yet his words were surprisingly intimate, “It doesn’t hurt as much with you here.”

Surprised, she quickly caught on, happiness dancing in her eyes, and she climbed onto his thigh, embracing his leg.

Her slender and graceful upper body was clad in a pea-green camisole, wrapping her full and tender figure. Wen Yangzhi just had to look down to gaze into her abyss, yet she was unaware of how much she had grown and still clung to him like a child:

“Brother, you really do like me, don’t you?”

Wen Yangzhi didn’t answer her, but she reached out with her delicate hand to pinch his chin, and with her other hand tugged on his tie, forcing him to look down at her:

“You must think of me every night, unable to sleep. The day I returned you wanted to hug me, you must have wanted to kiss me then, right?”

As she tugged, the tie clip came off, and only then did Wen Yangzhi finally look down at her.

Yun Yuwan immediately clipped the sapphire hairpin she wore on her head onto his tie, overly dramatic and coquettish, “Brother, I’m giving you a tie clip.”

At first glance, it was not obvious what it was, but knowing, it seemed rather ridiculous.

A child’s toy.

His indifferent gaze fell upon her face, tender and white like fresh petals, still wrapped within the sepals of a rosebud, soft and dewy, appealing to the eye.

When she smiled, though devoid of dimples or cheek hollows, her face appeared full and well-proportioned, reminiscent of a flower bud that had yet to wither, with the arc of her apple cheeks resembling the swollen bud of a flower.

It made one want to feel her plump cheeks nuzzling against their own neck and face.

Seeing he didn’t move, Yun Yuwan wrapped her arms around his neck and rubbed her face against his sharp jawline and neck, coquettishly saying, “Brother, they don’t feel sorry for you, but I do. I, by myself, feel sorry for you enough for everyone else.”

Her claims were bold, uncertain whether they were heartfelt or just casual remarks.

His Adam’s apple moved but he didn’t respond.

Not because her promise came too easily, but because almost no one around him said such things, they were rare enough to be unfamiliar.

It was like when they first met, and she would freely show kindness and concern even to strangers.

The incessant rain outside continued, and the knee of his left leg, which had a lingering pain due to an injury inflicted by his father, throbbed faintly.

She was sitting on him, her weight pressing down on his knee, and somehow, the dull pain seemed to vanish, her presence far stronger than the pain.

But the less familiar it was, the more he wanted to retreat back within the bounds of his own identity.

He spoke coolly, “It’s about time to go back.”

She clung to his lean waist, reluctant to leave his arms, “Why go back? I want to sleep with brother, you promised me.”

“I smell like an old man,” Wen Yangzhi uttered lazily.

Yun Yuwan buried herself in his arms, making his shirt rumpled with her nuzzling, “No, you smell nice, brother.”

Despite her words, Wen Yangzhi still picked her up and set her down.

Yun Yuwan muttered, “Brother, why are you hot and cold with me?”

She looked forlorn, “Is it because you have another ‘sister’ outside?”

“What do you mean?” Wen Yangzhi glanced at her lightly.

She explained plaintively, “If a water heater is hot and cold, it means someone else is using it.”

Wen Yangzhi: “…”

He pulled her into his embrace in one swift motion.