activa-t Chapter 297 Familiar Stranger
Chapter 297 Familiar Stranger
"rogue!"
Wan Ning, who was gently held in his arms, was frightened by Ziheng's sudden action. She pushed him away with all her strength, slapped him in the face, and cursed angrily, "Are you a dog?"
After calming down, Wan Ning took a half step back in the hot spring and looked up at Ziheng angrily. The slap hit him hard on the face. Now one side of his face was red, and his hair was scattered on his forehead. It would be easy for him to dodge it with his kung fu, but now he was taking it obediently, which made him even more unpredictable.
Especially his eyes were fixed on Wan Ning, and the corners of his mouth could not help but rise, as if he was enjoying himself and in a good mood. Wan Ning shook his head helplessly, realizing that this man had a problem with his brain and was probably beyond help, so he simply did not argue with him, turned around, picked up the wet corner of his clothes and walked towards the shore with difficulty.
"You're really sick. Stay away from you and don't infect me!" Wan Ning muttered softly.
She still looked the same and had the same temper as before. Although she didn't remember the relationship between them, she seemed happier, which made Ziheng very pleased.
The faint moonlight shone between the two of them, and light blue ripples appeared on the water. The figures gradually moving away made him fearful that the two of them were like flowers in the mirror and bubbles in the water, which could not be grasped.
"As long as you like, I can be anything."
Ziheng suddenly took a big step forward, grabbed her wrist from behind and pulled her into his arms, and with his other hand he held her waist, and finally held her in his arms like a princess. Wan Ning refused to give in, and practiced somersaults in his arms like a nimble loach, struggling, "Brother, who are you? Can you please let me go!"
The person you love is right in front of you, but you are the only one who remembers the sweet times in the past.
These words reminded him all the time that he had lost her because he was unable to protect her. It was like a knife stabbing into his heart, but he was also extremely grateful that he had the chance to see her again and never wanted to let go of her hand again.
Ziheng looked at the struggling Wan Ning in his arms with deep affection, and called her by her former name gently and tenaciously: "Yan Yan, don't you remember me?"
Hearing this, Wan Ning quieted down, gave up her unintentional struggle, looked up with interest, met his gaze, and listened to his story carefully.
"I'm Ziheng, Ziheng. I used to follow you all the time, in Xiangwanxuan, in the inn, in the palace..." Ziheng's eyes were full of affection, like a net that was about to trap her, making Wan Ning instinctively want to escape.
Wan Ning stubbornly lowered her head to avoid his sight, and answered loudly and ruthlessly but firmly: "I don't remember, you got the wrong person, my fiancé is waiting for me at home, let me go back quickly, otherwise he will be anxious."
The fiancé, a fiancé who appeared out of nowhere, deeply hurt Ziheng's heart. He was not by her side for several months, and she had experienced many things. He was worried that he had not protected her well, and that she had someone else she liked.
Stealing someone's love? Forcing someone to do something? He didn't want to make Wan Ning sad, so he looked at her lonely, sad, and desperate. His eyes were red, his hair on his forehead swayed in the autumn wind and gently caressed his nose, his lips trembled slightly but he couldn't say anything. Wan Ning also felt indescribable heartache and bitterness in his heart.
"Yanyan," Ziheng said, almost begging, "Yanyan, can you look at me again? Look at my face, look at my eyes, please look at me, just one more look and you will remember me! You will remember me, Yanyan."
The blue moon rose from behind him, and the light moonlight outlined his figure. Wan Ning began to think seriously. But his brain was like a computer that had just been emptied, with everything thrown into the recycle bin, messy and unable to be searched.
She searched desperately, and suddenly several scenes from her dream flashed in her mind, especially the scene of the soldier who blocked the arrow for her on the battlefield falling down. She tried desperately to catch him on the battlefield, but it was all in vain. She could only see the soldier's face from the side, but now in a trance under the moonlight, Wan Ning actually felt that he was very similar to the man in front of her.
"Could it be him?"
Seeing Wan Ning in deep thought, Zi Heng suddenly saw hope again. He excitedly held Wan Ning's face with both hands and forced her to look at him. He anxiously confirmed with her: "Yan Yan, you remember, right? Do you remember me? I am Zi Heng."
Being questioned by him so sincerely, the original picture that emerged in her mind disappeared, and her empty mind made her extremely scared, so she began to escape. Wan Ning shook off his hand and staggered back, denying it sternly: "No, nothing! I don't know you, I want to go home now, my fiancé is waiting for me at home! He is very good, and he treats me very well. I love him very much, and I will not fall in love with anyone else. Please be rational."
Reasonable? How could he be reasonable? He had escorted her out in fear, and was worried about her when she was dying on the hospital bed. Now she was in good health in front of him, but she didn't remember him and had a loving fiancé. He really hated himself for not being able to protect her.
In an instant, his eyes dimmed and lost their luster, replaced by jealousy, possession, and fear of losing her again.
Ziheng approached step by step, and the pressure was like a mountain pressing down on Wan Ning. She began to mutter in fear, "It's over, it's over. I didn't anger him. He didn't want to force himself on me!"
I thought this in my heart, but my feet felt like they were filled with lead and I couldn't move a step. I also knew that I was no match for him in his territory. I planned to pretend to admit defeat and then slip away when I got the chance.
At this time, Ziheng just bent down, put his hands behind his back and gently leaned his head on her shoulder, greedily sniffing her scent. Now he wanted to hug her tightly and tell her about his longing for her, but he was afraid of scaring her, so he could only restrain himself. The faint moonlight sprinkled on his face, and Wan Ning could finally see his forbearing and restrained expression, and her heart was deeply shocked.
"Could I have wrongly blamed him?" Wan Ning clenched her fists, straightened her body and thought silently.
"It will be fine in a moment. Will you stay with me, Yanyan? Cough... cough..." Ziheng's clothes were wet and he was caught in the wind. He started coughing while speaking, and his frail appearance was heartbreaking.
Wan Ning was moved with sympathy, and she put her arms around his back and patted him gently, but she accidentally discovered that although his back was broad, it was very thin, and she could hug him easily. Such a tall man was so thin, I wonder what he had experienced?
Although the hot spring was warm, they were both standing in the wind with their clothes wet and their upper bodies were cold. Ziheng silently let Wan Ning lead him to the shore, helped him sit down and soaked his whole body in the warm water. Seeing that Wan Ning was still standing, he was afraid that she would leave, so he carefully held her drooping fingertips. When Wan Ning looked down at him, Ziheng showed his pitiful look again, and his round eyes invited her.
Wan Ning smiled helplessly, found a suitable seat next to him and sat down, teasing, "You can soak for a while longer, don't worry, I won't leave."
Ziheng looked back at her very tenderly, took Wan Ning's hand and held it in his palm, leaned against a large rock on the shore, closed his eyes, and whispered with satisfaction: "This is the way to go."