Because she was addicted

"What are you looking at?"

As Wen Jia entered the small supermarket, she noticed Lu Chenyan frequently looking back, but there was nothing across the street when she followed his gaze.

"Nothing. Two cats are fighting over there."

Lu Chenyan looked away, smiled, and put his arm around Wen Jia as they walked into the supermarket.

"What's so interesting about two cats fighting?" Wen Jia muttered.

Lu Chenyan leaned down and whispered something in her ear. Wen Jia's face immediately turned red, and she turned around and punched him, "You pervert."

The supermarket was packed with people, all taking advantage of the last wave of shopping before the Lunar New Year to stock up on food and supplies for the holiday.

After walking only a few steps, people kept bumping into Wen Jia.

Lu Chenyan reached out and pushed aside the passersby, using his body to protect Wen Jia and Ruoruo's stroller.

"I should have known I was coming alone."

Wen Jia saw that Lu Chenyan had been bumped several times while protecting her, and that he must have injured his back. He frowned slightly.

"Does it hurt? Did you bump into something? Why don't you take Ruoruo to the waiting area by the door and sit down for a bit? I'll run in quickly, get the peanut butter, and come right back out."

"don't want."

Lu Chenyan put his arm around her shoulder.

Thanks to these people, he hadn't held Wen Jia like this in a long time. He wished he could climb onto the nearby shelf and thank them properly.

"I've been in the hospital for almost half a month, so it's good to come out and get some fresh air."

"Then let's walk to a less crowded area."

Wen Jia led him around the main flow of customers, meandering through the shelves.

I got peanut butter and bought some other food and drinks.

On my way home, I ran into an acquaintance again.

Before the other person could even say hello, Lu Chenyan called out from a distance, "Aunt Zhang."

Aunt Zhang looked at Lu Chenyan, then at Wen Jia, whose fingers were intertwined with his.

"Xiao Lu, Miss Wen? Hello, hello."

"My girlfriend."

Before Aunt Zhang could even ask, Lu Chenyan was already eagerly introducing the situation.

Aunt Zhang looked surprised. "Oh~"

Ruoruo went to bed early, so Wenlin took her back to her room after tidying up.

Lu Chenyan refused to leave.

"Jiajia, when we were little, Mom and Dad were always busy with their business, so it was just my older brother and me during Chinese New Year. Every year after dinner, my brother would watch the Spring Festival Gala with me. Will you watch it with me this year?"

Back in her room, Wen Jia changed into her pajamas and got into bed. Less than five minutes later, Lu Chenyan's WeChat message arrived.

"If you're not going to watch the Spring Festival Gala, could you come and help me change the pharmacy?"

Wen Jia hesitated for a long time.

During the day at the supermarket, amidst the crowds, she saw Lu Chenyan being bumped by several burly men. That evening at dinner, she noticed his hands were trembling as he held his chopsticks.

She lay in bed listening for a long time, but there was no sound from Wen Lin's room.

She put on a down jacket and quietly opened the door to go out.

A blast of cold air hit us.

Fireworks and firecrackers were exploding outside with a loud crackling sound, accompanied by screams and roars from time to time.

She stood at the door of room 102, hesitated for a moment, and then entered the password.

As soon as the door opened, the cheerful sounds of the Spring Festival Gala rushed in. The living room was brightly lit, and the heating was on full blast.

Lu Chenyan took off his pajamas and was sitting on the sofa trying to reach his back. There were medicines, gauze, and a mirror on the coffee table, but it was inconvenient to reach behind his back, and he tried several times without success.

On his broad back, a dark red scar stretched from the upper right to the lower left, its terrifying and menacing appearance resembling an ugly worm crawling behind Lu Chenyan. The wound had been slightly reopened during the day due to an impact, with blood seeping out.

Lu Chenyan had been injured for so long, but Wen Jia had never seen his scars.

The visual impact of this sudden change left her frozen in place.

Hearing the door open, Lu Chenyan turned his head to look over.

Seeing Wen Jia standing blankly by the door, tears welling up in her eyes.

"I thought you weren't coming..." Lu Chenyan said, somewhat surprised.

Wen Jia walked over and gently stroked Lu Chenyan's back. It was burning hot to the touch. "I didn't know you were so badly injured..."

Before she could finish speaking, tears were already streaming down her face.

Lu Chenyan turned around and grabbed her fingers.

"I'm all better now."

"Don't move." Wen Jia wiped away her tears, got up and looked for Lu Chenyan's coat. "Come on, I'll take you back to the hospital."

"I'm not going."

Lu Chenyan turned around and hugged her.

"I don't want to go to the hospital during the Lunar New Year. I'm not in pain, really, look, I can still get up and box."

As he spoke, he actually thought of waving it a couple of times to show Wen Jia.

But the moment he raised his hand, the wound was aggravated, and he took the opportunity to gasp, his eyebrows, nose, mouth, and eyes all squeezing together.

"You can help me clean it and apply the medicine."

Sure enough, Wen Jia's tears fell again, heartbroken.

I turned him around by his shoulders, picked up a cotton swab from the table, and started cleaning his wound.

"You still say it doesn't hurt, but your voice is all distorted."

"Then blow on it, and it won't hurt anymore," Lu Chenyan began to whine.

He concluded that Wen Jia responds better to gentle persuasion than force.

The more pain he was in and the weaker he became, the more heartbroken and soft-hearted Wen Jia felt.

"Next time this happens, you're not allowed to save me." Wen Jia's nose was stuffy and her voice was muffled. "Wen Zhao caused this trouble, there's no reason for you to bear the consequences."

"But I'm willing."

Lu Chenyan turned to the side and wiped away Wen Jia's tears.

"I said I would die for you. Jiajia, I want to give you everything I have, including my life. Jiajia, all I want is for you to live a happy and joyful life."

"But you can't take your life for granted."

"I won't die. My older brother says I'm like a cat, with nine lives. I can't bear to die either, Jiajia. There are still so many things I want to do with you. For the rest of my life, I don't want to be separated from you for even a moment."

Wen Jia opened her mouth, but her throat was completely blocked, and she couldn't say a word.

The TV in the room was playing the Spring Festival Gala at a very high volume.

It was as if it was trying to dispel the loneliness in the room.

The lights were also turned on very brightly, keeping the darkness far away from outside.

Lu Chenyan reached out and cupped Wen Jia's face, his fingertips gently stroking her cheeks. His eyes were fixed on her intently as he whispered:

"Jiajia, in my heart, you are already my wife. I want to give you the best life, I want to give you all the love I can give, I want to hold your hand and grow old with you, I want to be with you for life."

Jiajia, you hate me for lying to you, you despise me for scheming against you, and I sincerely apologize to you. Although this apology can't make up for the harm I caused you, I still beg you, Jiajia, to give me another chance.

This time, I will absolutely not lie to you again.

I swear.

As soon as Lu Chenyan finished speaking, Wen Jia was already in tears.

She leaned forward and gently kissed Lu Chenyan.

Lu Chenyan was stunned for a moment, but then, like a pile of withered grass in winter being instantly ignited by a match, he leaned forward and kissed Wen Jia's lips fiercely.

A sweet taste.

Driven by greed and desire, it became uncontrollable.

Wen Jia originally only intended to stop there, but she did not expect that Lu Chenyan was like a wild beast that had been unleashed and could not be controlled at all.

She turned her face away as if to hide.

Lu Chenyan pinched her chin and half of her face, forcibly straightening them.

Wen Jia tried to struggle, but she had no strength at all.

The room was brightly lit and bustling with activity.

The heating is on very high.

Soon, Wen Jia felt hot all over, and all her strength was gradually draining away with Lu Chenyan's caresses and kisses.

"Lu Chenyan, let go of me, you're still injured..."

"He won't die."

Lu Chenyan murmured, giving Wen Jia no chance to catch her breath. Once the little white rabbit enters the wolf's den, there's no escaping.