Chapter 340: Years Pass by (Part )
The next moment, she felt someone hugging her gently. Shen Zhaoli's voice was gentle and patient. He said, "Don't be afraid. I'll take care of everything."

Wen Jiao knew that he was responsible for everything.

This is the reason why she can show her vulnerability and helplessness now.

She let Shen Zhaoli hold her for a long time before speaking again, her voice hoarse and choked, "I'm really not a good person."

"Well." Shen Zhaoli said, "You are a piece of wood."

Wen Jiao froze, raised a pair of misty eyes, looked at him, and said dissatisfiedly: "What a piece of wood! Shen Zhaoli, you have such a cheap mouth!"

Shen Zhaoli just looked at Wen Jiao with lively eyes and angrily scolding him.

His heart relaxed a little, and his smile became light and casual, "Oh, you are now more capable of turning your back on people than before."

Wen Jiao stood up and wiped the tears from her face. She was no longer in the mood to be sad after being interrupted. She spoke with a heavy nasal voice, "Where are you going to sleep tonight?"

Shen Zhaoli slightly restrained his smile. He stared at Wen Jiao's face and asked calmly, "Where do you want me to sleep?"

Wen Jiao was getting more and more confused, and frowned at him, "Which side do I want you to sleep on? Left or right, aren't they the same?"

Only then did Shen Zhaoli understand that Wen Jiao was planning to let him go to bed.

The progress was not as fast as he expected.

He was already surprised that Wen Jiao took the initiative to let him go home.

Five years ago, his attack was so urgent that Wen Jiao ran away like a frightened bird.

Now, Shen Zhaoli didn't want to repeat the same mistake, so he paused, the smile disappeared from his brows, and looked at Wen Jiao seriously, "Are you going to sleep with me?"

Wen Jiao was stunned and coughed unnaturally, "Yes."

"Jiaojiao," Shen Zhaoli smiled calmly. He raised his hand and gently stroked Wenjiao's face, saying in a persuasive tone, "Do you know that this is very dangerous?"

His tone and expression were tinged with ambiguity, very slightly, but under his dark and deep gaze, the words seemed very meaningful.

Wen Jiao only felt that the knuckles of Shen Zhaoli's hand on her face were very cold. She shuddered subconsciously and whispered, "I know."

"Knowing this, you still dare to provoke me?" Shen Zhaoli chuckled. He spoke each word casually, "Wen Jiao, you don't have to push yourself like this. I've been waiting for five years."

He said this with a self-deprecating smile, put down his hand and prepared to leave, "Go to bed early, I'd rather sleep on the floor."

Wen Jiao held Shen Zhaoli's hand.

She moved quickly, and almost the next second after Shen Zhaoli put down his hand, she eagerly held it.

She stared at Shen Zhaoli without blinking, her eyes bright and clear, and said softly, "Don't leave, let's sleep together."

Shen Zhaoli was slightly stunned, with surprise in his eyes.

He lowered his head and looked at Wen Jiao's hand held on the back of his hand.

Her skin was very white, and her hands were thin and small, and she looked very weak, but Shen Zhaoli felt that there was a spot on his heart that seemed to be squeezed and hurt in an instant.

He breathed gently, feeling a cold and piercing pain in his lungs.

That night, Wen Jiao was lying in bed, listening to the sound of running water from the bathroom, with her eyes closed.

She had turned off all the lights in advance. She was as nervous as she was now, just as determined as she was to make Shen Zhaoli stay.

But Wen Jiao felt it carefully and it seemed that apart from nervousness, there was no resistance.

Perhaps as they spent time together day after day, all the care and concern from people thousands of miles away was counted and collected by her one by one and put away properly.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of water in the bathroom finally stopped. Wen Jiao heard Shen Zhaoli's footsteps, slowly approaching his direction.

One side of the bed sank, and Wen Jiao smelled the woody scent of shower gel on Shen Zhaoli.

His figure was hidden in the darkness, with only a blurry back visible.

Wen Jiao heard him say, "Why did you turn off all the lights?"

Wen Jiao's throat was a little dry, and he blinked and said, "We haven't seen each other for such a long time, and it's still quite awkward to lie together suddenly."

Shen Zhaoli laughed softly, probably because he thought her way of thinking was really cute.

Wen Jiao was not convinced, she asked back: "Aren't you nervous?"

"Don't be nervous." Shen Zhaoli raised his hand and touched Wen Jiao's short hair.

"Why do you want to cut your hair short?"

This was an abrupt remark, and Wen Jiao was distracted from his thoughts. He was stunned for a moment before he said, "Because I want to start a new life. I saw many people online who, when they made up their minds to say goodbye to the past, would cut their hair as a ritual."

Shen Zhaoli was silent for a moment. He rubbed Wen Jiao's hair and said with a smile, "It looks pretty good."

Wen Jiao's hair was messed up, so she quickly fixed it, saying, "You messed up my hair."

"Really? Let me turn on the light and see." Shen Zhaoli wanted to tease her, and as he spoke, he actually bent over to test it.

Wen Jiao was so frightened that she quickly grabbed his wrist and said in an even more urgent voice: "Don't! Don't turn on the light."

"Is it really that embarrassing? You don't even want to look at me?" Shen Zhaoli said with a smile: "Wen Jiao, I haven't seen you for five years. Why have you become so timid?"

"You've become timid! I'm now a workplace elite! A strong woman!" Wen Jiao always speaks stubbornly.

Shen Zhaoli had been busy all day and was indeed tired now. He patted Wen Jiao's head and said, "I won't tease you anymore. Move aside and make room for me."

"Why do you want to sleep on my side! I worked so hard to warm up the bed!" Wen Jiao protested in dissatisfaction, but still moved aside obediently.

Shen Zhaoli lay down, closed his eyes, and touched Wen Jiao's hand in the dark, so he asked: "Can I hold your hand while I sleep?"

Wen Jiao's nerves, which had just relaxed, were aroused again. She opened her eyes wide in the darkness and said, "Okay."

Shen Zhaoli then held her hand in his.

Wen Jiao was waiting for his next move.

From the conversation between the two just now, he should have understood what it meant for her to be willing to let him come up.

But Shen Zhaoli really fell asleep like this.

Wen Jiao waited for a long time, only to hear the sound of steady breathing beside him.

She was a little surprised and blurted out subconsciously: "Did you really sleep like this? Shen Zhaoli, did you sleep?"

"Aren't you sleepy?" Shen Zhaoli was awakened by her, but his mood remained stable. He said, "You probably haven't had a good sleep these days, right? Go to sleep."

Wen Jiao subconsciously held Shen Zhaoli's hand tightly. She said, "We...we sleep on a plain bed?"

Shen Zhaoli was amused by Wen Jiao's cute tone and teased, "If you want to sleep with me, you'd better wait. I've been traveling a lot these past two days and I'm exhausted."

Wen Jiao's face turned red, but fortunately Shen Zhaoli couldn't see clearly in the dim room.

She was still pretending to be calm, and said, "You are weak, so what? Why are you saying such things to save face? It's true, men's health will get worse day by day after they turn 25!"