Time and you are my fault

The light in the corridor was pale golden, falling on the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, softening his sharp facial features.

Chuy's high-heeled shoes made a light clicking sound as they stepped on the marble floor.

She walked to the door and smelled a strong smell of smoke as soon as she approached, "Why are you here?"

He stared at her with his deep eyes and said nothing, then he stubbed out the cigarette butt in his hand and threw it into the trash can.

"Dining with a friend, and letting your friend drive your car to drive you back, not an ordinary friend." He asked, his voice was cool, mixed with a bit of questioning.

Chu Yi took his hand out of his coat pocket, pinched the room card and swiped the door lock, and stopped when he heard the words, "Zong Yanchu, you smell really jealous."

"I..." The man lowered his head to look at her, and suddenly saw a large patch of bright red on the back of her hand. He frowned and held her wrist up, "How did this happen?"

Chuy waved his hand away, ignoring him, opened the door and entered the room.

Zong Yanzhu unexpectedly did not follow in.

Chuy glanced at the corridor, the corridor was empty, and her heart suddenly turned cold.

She slammed the door shut, stepped on her slippers, went back to the bedroom, and threw herself onto the bed.

Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang outside the house.

Chuy glanced in the direction outside the door, but didn't move.

The phone rang, and Zong Yanzu sent a message.

[Open the door. 】

Chu Yi pulled up the quilt to cover her head, not knowing why this man was so mad.

[I keep pressing the door when I don't open it, and it disturbs the neighbors, I don't care. 】

Chuy stared at the obsolete message on the screen, and opened the door angrily.

Zong Yanke passed her, held her wrist irresistibly, and pushed her to sit on the sofa.

Then he untied the plastic bag in his hand and took out the burn ointment from it.

Chewie watched as his bony fingers unscrewed the cap of the ointment, and then carefully held her hand up.

He gently applied the light green ointment to the burnt area on the back of his hand, and swirled it gently.

The movements are delicate and gentle.

There was a slight coolness on the back of the hand, which was very comfortable.

She drew back her hand uncomfortably, "It's not serious."

"For you, if it's not bleeding or purulent, it's not serious, right?" When he spoke, he still lowered his head.

There was a dignified and serious look between his brows, and there was reproach in his tone.

Chuy pursed her lips and stopped talking.

She stared at his hair and saw the unmelted snowflakes on his head and shoulders.

Her eyes lit up, "Is it snowing?"

The man slowly raised his head and met the light in the woman's eyes. That smile seemed to light up the night, "Want to go out to play?"

The woman blinked, with an unconcealed excitement on her face.

"Don't even think about it." He snorted coldly, and continued to apply the ointment with his head lowered.

As if cold water had been poured on her head, Chu Yi said to herself, I can go out by myself even if you leave.

Until the ointment was finished and the back of her hand was almost covered with light green ointment, Chuy wanted to withdraw her hand.

But he grabbed her firmly, bent down, and blew lightly on the back of her hand twice.

The ointment was blown by the wind, and there was a breath of coolness to the bone. This kind of coolness relieved the deeper burning, which was very comfortable.

The toes huddled in the slippers couldn't help curling up.

He was still blowing one breath at a time, his voice was low and deep, "When a child bumps into something, adults will blow it and say it doesn't hurt anymore."

While Chu Yi was stunned, the way Qiao Shiyue dealt with it when she was injured when she was a child appeared in her mind.

Almost exactly the same as Zong Yanzu now.

Just blow it and it won't hurt.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked.

The man's dark eyes were like the sea at midnight, thousands of turbulent waves were buried under the calm sea.

Chu Yi felt that her heart had lost its rhythm.

She shook her head, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Then the ears turned red, and he retorted softly, "I'm not a child..."

Seeing the man staring at her helplessly, Chu Yi bent her long fingers and tapped her forehead lightly, "You are not a child, you will get burned after eating hot pot."

"..."

The two were silent for a while, as if the snowflakes outside the window were getting bigger.

Chu Yi looked at the time, "It's almost ten o'clock, you should go back."

Zong Yanzu took a deep look at her, and put the ointment back into the box, "Twice a day, don't forget."

"Yeah." She got up and sent it out.

When he came to the entrance, he suddenly stopped, "It's snowing outside."

Chuy didn't speak, waiting for his next words.

"The road is slippery." He seemed to have a flat face, but there was another meaning behind his words.

Holding the door frame, she replied flatly, "Oh, then you can open another room."

Zong Yanchu was so angry inside, why couldn't she just say that she was worried about him and let him stay for a night?
He took a deep breath and told himself not to be in a hurry and not to put pressure on her.

Suddenly realized that the self at this moment is really... humbling to the extreme.

"Then you go to bed early, good night." He stepped out of the door, turned and said to the woman.

Chuy nodded obediently.

He stepped out, and then heard the decisive and decisive closing of the door behind him.

Zong Yanzu, "..."

Chuy closed the door, the smile on his face could no longer hold back.

Thinking of the expression on the man's hesitant to speak just now, and thinking that the dignified President Hengzong will also have a miserable day, he can't help feeling better.

But this good mood lasted only 10 minutes.

She was just about to go into the bathroom to wash up when her phone rang violently.

Seeing a group of unfamiliar numbers, she hesitated to answer.

"Are you Ms. Chewie?" came an unfamiliar male voice.

"I am, who are you?"

"I accidentally bumped into your husband's car just now, and he said that his phone was out of battery and turned off, so..."

"Did you hit Zong Yanqi? Where did you hit?" Chu Yi felt a chill in his heart when he heard the crash, and boundless anxiety filled his eyes.

She immediately grabbed her coat and ran outside.

The man who said good night to him 10 minutes ago had a car accident!
The rosy complexion turned completely white in an instant.

"Don't worry, we are in the hotel parking lot. Your husband just knocked his forehead, it's not serious." The other party tried his best to explain.

Chu Yi ran towards the parking lot while listening to the phone, "It's not serious? It doesn't look serious, so who knows if it hurts the internal organs? You are not allowed to run, did you hear that?"

"...I won't run away, don't worry." The other party was startled by Chu Yi's voice.

After hanging up the phone, the man smiled at Zong Yanqi who was standing beside him, "Mr. Zong, this one of yours is a bit powerful."

After speaking, he gave a thumbs up.

There was a faint smile on the brows and corners of Zong Yanzu's eyes, which was surprisingly gentle in this cold snowy night.

He looked at the woman running towards him, her coat was unbuttoned, and the cold wind and snow were pouring into her sweater.

The man frowned and looked at her displeasedly.

Chuy ran up to him, panting and helped his arm up and down to check, "Where did you hit besides the forehead?"

Hearing the tension in her words, he raised his fingers and pressed his forehead, "It's gone."

Chuyi took his cold hand, "Go to the hospital."

Then he turned his head to look at the owner of the car who caused the accident standing aside, and said angrily, "You also go with me."

She just looked at the scene, Zong Yanqi should be driving normally, but the car obviously skidded and rushed up.

The other party took full responsibility and did not run away.

"Okay, okay, don't be nervous, I'll take full responsibility." The man raised his hands, suppressing a smile.

"I'm fine." His deep eyes fell on her, and he fastened the buttons for her with his fingers.

"Is it okay if you say it's okay?" Chu Yi glared at him, her eyes were a little red because she was too anxious just now.

In an instant, the man's heart softened, almost turning into a puddle of water.

"The airbag didn't come out, I just stepped on the brakes suddenly, don't worry." He said softly, wrapping her hands around her.

The palm was warm, covering the back of her cold hand, gradually calming down her restless heart.

"I'll ask someone to come over and deal with it. You should go back quickly, it's too cold outside." He seemed to be calmly urging, as if he was thinking about her.

"What about you?" Chu Yi looked up at him.

"I, take a taxi back, leave me alone." He gently pushed her.

The owner of the car who caused the accident was silent, just quietly watching Zong Yanxi's performance.

"The road is so slippery, don't leave tonight." Seeing the red mark on his forehead, she must have really bumped into it, and her heart clenched tightly.

How could she be at ease if this situation made him leave.

"Okay, then I'll get another room and I won't be leaving tonight." He said solemnly.

He bit the word "again" a little hard.

Chu Yi clearly saw the two eyebrows raised by the owner of the car involved in the accident, with playfulness, scrutiny, and curiosity.

Chuy remembered the content of his phone call just now, and grabbed the man's wrist uncomfortably, pulling him towards her, "Why do you drive, I can't fit you there?"

The owner of the car who caused the accident cast a playful look on Chu Yi, "Hey, where are you going? Are you waiting for someone to deal with it?"

Chu Yi glared at him angrily, why did the person who caused the accident talk so much.

Chu Yi walked ahead, but did not see the deep smiling eyes of the man beside him.

The strands of gentleness entwined in those eyes could almost drown a person in them.