MTL - Endless Fall-Chapter 206 wife

   Chapter 206 Wife

   In order to fulfill her promise, Lin Jiao returned to the letter alone the next evening to find a new nightdress she bought before the New Year.

   She picked up the black paper bag and walked into the convenience store outside the red maple forest facing the snowflakes flying in the sky.

   The reason for coming to the convenience store is very simple, but she bought a lot of things to cover up, and finally got close to the cashier.

   The variety of packaging is dazzling.

   She hesitated in place, the tips of her ears under her hair gradually turned red, but she didn't move.

   "The second box of mints is half price." The cashier smiled at her and continued to scan the barcode.

   The sound of 'di' beside his ears seemed to be urging.

  Lin Jiao rushed before the two customers in the back approached, and took a random box and put it on the cash register.

   She didn't look at the cashier, she left after paying the bill, and quietly put the box in her pocket while no one was around.

   "Is it cold outside?" Pei Zhi, who was wearing an apron, took the bag and walked in with her in his arms.

"fine."

   "You watch TV first." He put a kiss on her forehead and turned to go into the kitchen to cook.

  The door closed before Lin Jiao took off her coat.

   She clutched the box and didn't know where to put it, and after thinking for a long time, she stuffed it back into her pocket.

   The sound of the spatula colliding occasionally sounded.

  The tangy aroma slipped out of the door and filled the surrounding air, enticing the taste buds.

   Pei Zhi came out with a bowl and plate, poured the awakened red wine into the goblet, and placed it in front of her.

   He picked up her favorite sweet and sour pork ribs and fed it to her mouth before asking, "What did you get back?"

"clothing."

   "Isn't there a lot of clothes in the cloakroom?"

   "The styles are different." Lin Jiao vaguely prevaricates and grabs two mouthfuls of rice with chopsticks.

  She started drinking when she was full, or poured it twice in order to boost her courage.

   Pei Zhi put away the wine bottle when he was cleaning the tableware.

   He wiped off the water stains on his hands and found that she was looking at the down jacket frequently, mistakenly thinking that she wanted to hang it up, and picked it up subconsciously.

   "patta—"

   A box fell to the ground.

   The eye-catching words came into view, Pei Zhi bent down to pick it up, and a low smile overflowed from his throat.

   He raised his eyebrows: "What does Mrs. Pei mean?"

   Lin Jiao's heart tightened, her entire face was stained with a blush visible to the naked eye, and she never answered.

   She took a step forward with the paper bag in her hand, but was blocked by him and had to face: "I'm going to take a bath."

   "You can't wash right after eating."

   "Then I'll brush my teeth."

   "Don't worry." Pei Zhi hugged her waist and lay comfortably on the sofa: "Wash up at nine o'clock."

   He put the box aside, his fingertips curled up a strand of hair, and played with it around his phalanx, his movements revealing unspeakable ambiguousness.

   Listening to his breathing in his ear, Lin Jiao's thoughts became more and more confused, and her cheeks became even hotter.

   She was looking forward to it nervously, and Pei Zhi could feel her 'torture': "Jiaojiao, can you still watch that movie last time?"

   "Should be able to."

   "Then you cast it on the screen?"

  Lin Jiao opened the screen to find the cloud disk, and played the first movie, starting from the opening song.

   She leaned against Pei Zhi's arms, letting him turn off the chandelier above his head and spend a long and short period of time with him.

  The picture on the LCD screen changes from the bar to the room, soft music and a touch of clear light create a hazy atmosphere.

   The atmosphere rendering is just right.

  The two people hugged on the sofa intertwined and breathed, and neither of them had the heart to look at the LCD screen.

   "Aren't you going to take it?" When Lin Jiao was picked up by him and walked to the bedroom, she looked back.

   "There is in the cupboard."

"When did you buy it?"

   Pei Zhi bowed his head again: "Before the Chinese New Year."

   He kicked open the bathroom door and slammed it shut, and turned on a light yellow light to isolate everything from the outside world outside the frosted door.

   There was a sound of piano next door.

  The overlapping and harmonious black and white keys are closely attached to each other, playing a chapter that belongs to this winter.

  The jumping notes are low and high, the black keys go back and forth around the white keys, and the sound is captured.

  The sound of the piano stopped when the snow was getting heavier and heavier. It seemed that it never sounded, but every key of the piano left a slight residual temperature.

   Lin Jiao, who had enjoyed the piano music, nestled in the soft quilt and frowned.

   She cleared her throat: "Pei Zhi."

   "Wife, tell me." Pei Zhi came back from the living room pouring a glass of warm water and sat beside the bed ready to feed her.

   His brows and eyes were filled with lingering joy, and the smile on his thin lips never stopped.

   He laughed like winter snow was just melting, but Lin Jiao was not in the mood to appreciate it: "I seem to be allergic."

   "Where?"

   "Legs." She pointed to the red skin, and couldn't help but scratched twice: "It's a rash."

   Pei Zhi frowned: "Don't scratch." He held her wrist bone: "Is it caused by the shower gel?"

"no."

   "What else did you touch?"

   "I didn't touch anything else." Lin Jiaojing recalled, and finally pointed to the position of the bedside table: "Maybe this is the problem."

   Pei Zhi's eyes turned, inevitably stunned.

   "Ask Qian Yue." His thoughts returned to the cage, and he covered her with the quilt: "I'll go get a towel."

   "Well." Lin Jiao made a call.

   She explained the situation on the phone, and then took a photo and sent it to her: "She said there is an 80% chance."

   "You first ask her what medicine to use."

   "Immediately." She forwarded the name of the ointment sent by Qianyue to him, and asked him to rummage through the medicine cabinet.

  ZJ: [What do we do in the future? cry.jpg]

  Y-ue: [link]

  Y-ue: [This one is anti-allergic. Smile.jpg]

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   "What did she say?" Pei Zhi squeezed out a part of the ointment on the cotton swab and gently smeared it on her.

  The cold paste relieved the burning sensation, Lin Jiao let out a sigh and showed him the chat log.

   She held up the cup: "You buy it again."

   "Go to the hospital tomorrow." Pei Zhi was afraid that he would be allergic to another one, so he didn't plan to buy it for the time being.

"also."

   "Is it still uncomfortable?" He tightened the ointment and stroked his soft hair, his eyes filled with distress.

   "It's much better now." Lin Jiao's gaze moved down and landed on the Adam's apple with a string of tooth marks.

   The memory just now came to mind, she touched his Adam's apple lightly: "Does it hurt?"

   "It doesn't hurt." Pei Zhi opened the quilt and lay down.

   He pressed against her forehead, and his long and narrow eyes cast a fiery and straightforward gaze: "My wife looks good in that nightdress."

   Hearing him calling 'wife' in a hoarse voice, Lin Jiao was helpless, and even the tips of her ears felt numb.

   She glared at him without any deterrence, her slightly stunned fox eyes, which made it very rare: "Would you like to throw it in the trash?"

   "I was wrong." He rubbed her arm, kissing from the fingertips to the wrist bone: "I'll buy it for you next time."

   "I don't want to wear it anymore."

   "But I want to see it."

   "Look at it in your dream." Lin Jiao pulled back the hand he was holding, and a smile flashed in her eyes.

   That smile did not escape Pei Zhi's eyes.

   He covered her ear, and deliberately whispered in a voice she liked, trying to soften her heart: "Will my wife wear it a few more times?"

   (end of this chapter)