MTL - Endless Fall-Chapter 36 The security of being protected by him

  Chapter 36 The sense of security protected by him

   "Beautiful, I'm coming up." He panted heavily and used the gentlest voice to comfort her over and over again, just to reassure her.

  Lin Jiao stared at the man on the screen who was running up desperately, stunned.

   This sense of security of being protected reminded her of that rainy night, when he shielded her from the wind and rain and held up an umbrella for her.

   She pursed her lips, and when she saw him pushed open the passage door on the eighth floor, she couldn't think any more: "Uncle, be careful."

   "Well, let's hang up first." Pei Zhi was afraid that he wouldn't be able to make a move, so he had to put the phone back in his pocket first.

   He walked forward quickly, and when he caught a glimpse of the man who smelled of alcohol and shouted for his wife while slamming on the door, he stopped thinking about beating.

   The security guard who was one step behind was speechless when he saw this scene and silently put away his electric baton.

   They set up the man and said to Pei Zhi, "I'm really sorry, we'll ask him to apologize to you when he wakes up."

   "No." Pei Zhi decisively refused: "You tell his family, if there is another time, I will ask a lawyer to solve it."

   The security guard responded with an excellent attitude.

   After they left holding the man, Pei Zhi took out his mobile phone and called Lin Jiao.

   It didn't take long before the lights in the entrance slanted down, and the kitten in a nightdress also ran towards him.

   "Uncle, are you alright?" Lin Jiao looked him up and down, her hoarse voice full of worry, as if she was afraid of him getting hurt.

"fine."

   Pei Zhi stepped into the living room under her signal.

   He drank the warm water she poured, and briefly described the reason and result of the man knocking on the door: "He won't come again in the future."

   "That's good." Lin Jiao slumped on the sofa, and the hanging heart finally fell.

   She put the fruit knife back in place, and when she was relaxed, she felt hungry: "Uncle, do you want to eat noodles?"

"You are hungry?"

"a little bit."

   "Then I'll cook." Pei Zhi put down the teacup and was about to go to the kitchen when he was grabbed.

   "I'm coming, you go take a shower first."

"what?"

  Lin Jiao repeated it, and said, "Your back is sweating, it will be uncomfortable if you don't wash it."

   This time, Pei Zhi was sure that he heard correctly.

   Before he could speak, Lin Jiao ran back to the bedroom and took out a white bathrobe.

   "This one has the biggest fit." She stood on tiptoe and compared his broad shoulders: "You can wear it for one night."

   When Pei Zhi was pushed into the bathroom by her, she was still thinking about what she meant by 'wearing for one night' if she meant to keep him overnight.

   Seeing him standing still in front of the sink, Lin Jiao, who was introducing the shower gel, called him again, "Uncle, are you listening?"

"Um?"

   "The pink bottle on the shelf is shower gel, the blue one is shampoo, and the brown one is conditioner. Don't use it wrong."

   Pei Zhi rolled his Adam's apple: "Okay."

   He listened to the sound of footsteps from near to far, exhaled a stale breath, and walked slowly to the shower.

   The sound of rustling was drowned out by the sound of water, and the light fragrance that permeated the surroundings rushed into his nostrils, and every inch of his skin was stained with her scent.

   He narrowed his eyes and looked at the white bubbles that slid down from his ankles. His whole heart seemed to be soaked in hot water, so warm that it swelled.

  I don't know how long it took before he was willing to turn off the shower above his head, and with a full body of mist, he returned to the mirror and put on his bathrobe.

   "Uncle, can you put on the bathrobe?" Seeing that the sound of water had stopped, Lin Jiao stuck her head out and asked, and put the eggs in the pot again.

   "Yes." Pei Zhi put on his belt, not caring about the tightness in his back and shoulders.

   He wiped off the water on the sink, turned around and pushed open the bathroom door, and followed the voice to the direction of the kitchen: "Is it ready?"

   "Okay." Lin Jiao turned around with the bowl in hand.

   Her eyes moved down from his neck and stopped on those calves: "This bathrobe is so short on you."

   "It's okay." At least the knees are covered.

   Pei Zhi took the tableware and chopsticks in her hand, and just took a step towards the dining room when she pulled her sleeves and temporarily changed direction.

   "Let's watch TV for a while." Lin Jiao threw two throw pillows on the carpet and sat in front of the sofa with him, rummaging for good dramas.

   "There's nothing good about this point."

   "There is a Thai drama, have you watched it?"

   "It's fine." Pei Zhi's requirements were not high, as long as he was with her, he would have no opinion on anything.

   He handed her the chopsticks: "Aren't you sleepy?"

   "I'm not sleepy now." Lin Jiao's wrist bones moved slightly, and she rolled up a few noodles with the tip of her chopsticks and sent them to her mouth.

   She chewed it carefully and stared at the slap scene being staged without blinking: "Uncle, who do you think is more beautiful?"

   "Do I have to choose?"

   "It's not necessary, you can just say whatever you want."

   "They're all ugly." Pei Zhi looked over and thought it was two men, but he couldn't look directly.

  Lin Jiao was amused by his serious appearance.

   She took a bite of the fried egg, and her bulging cheeks made her softer: "Actually, both of them are transgender."

   "..." He sure guessed right.

   Pei Zhi swallowed a mouthful of noodles: "Have you seen this drama before? What are you talking about?"

   "Probably speaking, in order to get revenge on the mistress who stole her mother, the male protagonist performed **** reassignment surgery to seduce the mistress' brother, and he was snatched away by another transgender within a few days of being hooked."

   "What does the screenwriter want to express?"

   "I don't know." Lin Jiao poured some water into the cup and pushed it in front of him: "Maybe she wanted to express the joy of slap."

   "It's really 'happy'." Pei Zhi listened to the slaps of 'papa', but couldn't find any words suitable for evaluation.

   He finished his noodles slowly and picked up his bowls and chopsticks before the second round of the fan game began.

   "Uncle, I'll wash." Lin Jiao grabbed his sleeve before he could take a step forward.

   Pei Zhi pulled her hand away: "It's okay." He raised his chin towards the LCD screen: "This part is very exciting, you should watch it first."

  Lin Jiao couldn't beat him.

   In addition, the plot came to the point where the male protagonist's plan was revealed, and he simply let him enter the kitchen.

   She watched their confrontation with interest, and when Pei Zhi came out, she didn't forget to tell him the content.

   Pei Zhi listened carefully without ignoring half a sentence.

   He sat down next to her and said nothing after the episode was over to let her watch it again.

   "It's three o'clock." He turned off the TV and tapped her forehead with his fingers: "It's time for you to go to bed."

   "I can't sleep." Lin Jiao brushed away the hair sticking to the side of his face, and did not feel any discomfort with his actions.

   Even if it's a bit strange, but with those magnanimous eyes, he forgot to know where that feeling came from.

   Pei Zhi soaked a glass of milk and stood by to supervise her drinking. His voice was always soft: "You can fall asleep after lying down for a while."

   "Yeah." Lin Jiao put down the glass.

   She turned off the lights in the entrance and living room, and went to the bathroom with him to rinse her mouth: "Uncle, do you recognize the bed?"

   (end of this chapter)