Sixty-Three: The Love Buried by Time (Sixty-Three)

"Sir." As soon as he got out of the car, the housekeeper came out to greet him.

Yu Zeyao tiredly took off his windbreaker and handed it to him, and only asked: "Where is she?"

The housekeeper knew who the "she" referred to as soon as he heard it, and followed behind him respectfully, and replied: "Miss Jing really waited for you all night. Early this morning, she was waiting downstairs. I saw that she didn't sleep all night waiting for you."

Hearing the housekeeper's words, Yu Zeyao's eyes became more and more gloomy. The housekeeper might misunderstand, but he knew very well in his heart that Jing Yu was not waiting for himself, but for news about Jing Rong. But this news made him speechless.

He walked inside, and the housekeeper asked behind him: "Sir, do you want to take a shower first? I'll ask someone to go up and run the water..."

"Shh!" Yu Zeyao stopped the housekeeper's extra words with his hand.

His eyes were fixed on someone lying on the sofa. His originally gloomy eyes softened a lot at this moment. The housekeeper also noticed this subtle change and felt emotional.

I have been here for quite a while, but this is the first time I have seen him like this.

"How long has she been sleeping?" Yu Zeyao asked softly.

"Just a little while." The housekeeper lowered his voice, "Five minutes ago, Miss Jing was still asking me when you would be back."

Yu Zeyao nodded, knowing it. He walked over slowly and picked her up from the sofa with a gentle hug.

She must have really not slept all night, she looked a little haggard, with slight dark circles under her eyes.

When he hugged her, she woke up. She opened her eyes and saw him, and a bright color flashed across her beautiful eyes, "How is it? Is Jing Rong back?"

Yu Zeyao's mind was full of the miserable state of the boy, but at this moment his face was always calm and there was no sign of anything. He nodded calmly, "I'm back. I'll take you to see him later."

"Where is he now? How is he? Is he injured? Do you know who kidnapped him?"

A series of questions revealed her inner anxiety. While asking questions, her fingers unconsciously grabbed his shirt.

Yu Zeyao looked down at her, said nothing, and just carried her upstairs. Jingyu then realized their current posture, and all the servants around were looking at them. She moved uncomfortably, and her hands loosened from his shirt, "Put me down first."

Yu Zeyao seemed not to hear, and directly carried her to his master bedroom and put her on the big bed. Jingyu's back touched the soft bed, and her delicate body unconsciously tensed.

Yesterday, she asked him to save Jingrong and agreed to live here, which was actually equivalent to agreeing that he could do whatever he wanted to her. If she refused again at this time, she would appear ridiculous and hypocritical.

But, to be honest, she was not fully ready to have further physical contact with him. Moreover, Jingrong's matter still worried her, and this moment was definitely not the time to do those things.

Yu Zeyao lowered his head and met her eyes. How could he not see what she was thinking at the moment?

In the end, she just said calmly: "I'm going to take a shower, you rest first."

Jing Yu said nothing, just watched him turn around and walk into the bathroom. She didn't leave his room either. She wouldn't leave without hearing from Jing Rong.

Jing Yu lay on the soft bed, staring at the ceiling. His sheets were changed and disinfected by servants every day. The sheets smelled fresh, and the air was also filled with a faint fragrance. The fragrance seemed to have a calming effect. She felt sleepy again after lying there for a while.

She was dazed and heard the bathroom door open, and the tall man walked out. She half-opened her eyes with difficulty, and saw that he had just taken a shower and casually put on a bathrobe. The belt around his waist was tied loosely, blocking his slender legs. His chest and sexy belly were exposed. The gauze on his lower abdomen was removed, but the wound had not yet healed completely.

Jing Yu watched him take out the medicine box from the cabinet and sit on the sofa. After a moment of consideration, she also got up from the bed.

Hearing the noise, Yu Zeyao raised his eyes, "I thought you were asleep."

"I'm very sleepy, but I can't sleep."

Jing Yu responded to him. She walked to sit beside him and instinctively took the gauze and medicine from his hand. She applied the medicine to the wound skillfully and neatly pasted the small piece of gauze on the wound. Her long fingers occasionally brushed his skin, and she could feel the firmness and heat of his lower abdominal muscles.

Yu Zeyao sat on the sofa, his eyes always fixed on her every move. Thinking of the injuries Jing Rong suffered, she still felt a lingering fear. I'm afraid that her situation is not much safer than Jing Rong.

His eyebrows frowned.

The moment she put down the scissors, his arms tightened and held her on his legs to sit. Jing Yu was stunned, his breathing became a little heavier, and his hands subconsciously rested on his shoulders, "I'm very confused now, if you really want..."

In fact, his heart has been as chaotic as a drum.

However, she paused for a moment, looked at him, and pretended to be calm and said, "Can we do it another day?"

"Which day do you want to change?" He said in a deep voice. He looked at her, as if asking her seriously.

Jing Yu thought for a moment, "Let me see Jing Rong, see my dad, and make sure they are all right."

Yu Zeyao grabbed her chin and looked at him deeply. The kiss came out of the blue, pressing against her lips without any rebuttal. Jing Yu thought that he didn't listen to what he said and wanted to go further. He was originally worried about Jing Rong and couldn't get a result for a long time. Now that he was entangled again, he couldn't help but feel a little irritable at the moment. Her pretty eyebrows furrowed and she pushed him defensively. Unable to push, he opened his lips and bit them.

Wen Yanzhi had just started fighting, and there was a wound on his lip. He was bitten by Jing Yu, and he squeaked in pain and stepped away.

He wiped the wound on his lower lip, looked at her, and sneered. There seemed to be helplessness in his eyes, and he sighed: "Yu'er, you are so heartless."

Although he said this, there was no hint of blame in his tone.

He leaned back tiredly on the sofa and looked at her, mocking himself: "I stayed up all night because of this. I thought you would at least give me a kiss to thank me."

Jing Yu looked at the wound on his lip, "I didn't know you had a wound on your lip just now."

"If you knew it was hurt, you wouldn't bite her?" Yu Zeyao held her buttocks with his big palms and lifted her up. He hugged her and laid her down on the bed again. He put his hands on both sides of her and looked at the beautiful her from top to bottom. He lowered his voice and asked, "If I kiss you now, you won't bite me again?"

This man is a master at flirting.

However, she was really not in the mood to flirt with him right now.

Updated today! Regarding my attitude towards Jingrong and Yanzhi, you can read my Weibo. I made it very clear~~