novelraw Chapter 0107 My Body Remembers You
Chapter 0107 My Body Remembers You
study.
This is the only room in the apartment that retains its layout from three years ago.
The afternoon sun was somewhat lazy.
The air was filled with a faint smell of ink and the slight warmth of running electronic devices.
Jiang Ci sat behind his desk.
He didn't want to lock Wen Ning alone in the bedroom, fearing she might do something to hurt herself again (like going on a hunger strike or staring blankly out the window).
So he took her to the study.
"Sit there."
He pointed to the single sofa by the window.
I tossed her a few picture books and that tablet.
"Read a book, draw a picture, or watch a movie, it's up to you."
"Just don't make a sound and don't leave my sight."
Wen Ning sat down, holding the picture book.
She huddled on the sofa like an obedient ornament, head down, flipping through a book.
The sound of the pages turning was very soft.
Apart from that, there was only the "click-clack" sound of Jiang Ci typing on the keyboard.
This way of getting along is very strange.
Despite being a relationship of imprisonment and being imprisoned, there is an inexplicable harmony between them.
It's just like……
It's like going back to three years ago, when he was preparing for the postgraduate entrance exam and she was there to support him.
"Knock knock".
There was a knock on the study door.
She's a part-time cleaning lady.
Jiang Ci hired someone to cook and clean. This person would come at the same time every day, finish cooking, and leave without saying a word.
"Mr. Jiang, afternoon tea is ready."
The aunt came in carrying a tray.
Two cups of freshly ground coffee and a plate of freshly baked cookies.
The aunt was new and didn't know Jiang Ci's habits.
She placed the coffee on the table.
To be thoughtful, two packets of brown sugar and a small cup of creamer balls were placed next to Jiang Ci's cup.
Enjoy.
The aunt left.
Jiang Ci was still staring at the data on the screen, his brows slightly furrowed.
He didn't even look at the cup.
My left hand was typing on the keyboard, while my right hand instinctively reached for the coffee cup.
At the same time, his fingers touched the packet of brown sugar.
He habitually assumed it was some kind of added ingredient, or simply a subconscious action.
He tore open the candy packet.
Ready to pour it into the black coffee.
Throughout the entire process, he didn't even raise his head.
It's entirely a mechanical reaction of the body.
"Don't let it go!"
A hurried, somewhat panicked shout suddenly rang out.
Jiang Ci's hand trembled.
A little sugar spilled out of the sugar packet and landed on the table.
He was stunned.
Turn your head.
Wen Ning, who had been curled up on the sofa pretending to be invisible, suddenly sat up straight.
Her eyes were fixed on the packet of candy in his hand.
The cold facade on his face cracked, revealing the anxiety beneath.
The words had just left his mouth.
Wen Ning himself was stunned.
The air seemed to freeze.
Jiang Ci maintained the posture of holding the candy bag.
He looked at Wen Ning.
His gaze shifted from astonishment to inquiry, and finally to an extremely complex emotion.
Why?
he asks.
The voice was very soft, yet it carried a compelling sense of pressure.
Wen Ning's fingers gripped the edge of the picture book tightly.
The knuckles are turning white.
She wanted to take back what she had just said, but it was too late to undo it.
She bit her lip, turned her head away, and tried to downplay it:
"...It doesn't taste good."
"Adding sugar to coffee amplifies its acidity, resulting in a poor taste."
"Yeah?"
Jiang Ci put down the candy packet.
He turned around and faced her.
They have no intention of letting this topic go.
"Just because of the taste?"
He stood up.
He walked step by step to her.
The familiar woody and tobacco scent drew closer, causing Wen Ning to instinctively shrink back into the sofa.
Jiang Ci rested his hands on the armrests of the sofa.
Encircle her in the middle.
"Wen Ning".
His gaze was fixed on her eyes, not wanting to miss a single emotional fluctuation.
"I remember three years ago."
"You once said something."
He leaned down, his voice low:
"You said I have a bad stomach."
"Drinking coffee with sugar can cause acid reflux and stomach pain."
Wen Ning's heart skipped a beat.
Yes.
That was during his sophomore year; he ruined his stomach trying to meet a project deadline.
At that time, in order to keep an eye on his diet, she replaced all his coffee with warm water or strictly controlled the sugar content.
"You remember."
Jiang Ci looked at her evasive eyes.
The tone was affirmative.
It even carried a hint of secret, frenzied joy.
"Since you remember my habits."
"Since you care about my stomach..."
Why pretend nothing's wrong?
Why pretend...you don't love me anymore?
This is a vulnerability.
It was a huge crack in her perfect "heartless ex" mask.
The body's instincts are more honest than the lies of the brain.
Wen Ning panicked.
You're overthinking it.
Wen Ning forced herself to calm down.
She raised her head, her eyes turning cold again.
"I used to be your assistant."
"That's a professional habit."
She lied.
"Back then, in order to please you and to swindle more money from you, of course I had to memorize your preferences."
"It's not just coffee."
"I still remember your clothing size, I remember you hate cilantro, and I remember you're allergic to pollen."
She looked at him, a sarcastic smile playing on her lips.
"General Manager Jiang."
"That's what you call professionalism."
"..."
The light in Jiang Ci's eyes dimmed instantly.
He looked at her indifferent face.
Looking into her completely expressionless eyes.
a long time.
He straightened up.
He took a step back.
"I see."
He gave a self-deprecating laugh.
"It seems that Miss Wen did her 'homework' very well back then."
He turned around.
I returned to my desk.
He picked up the cup of black coffee.
No sugar or milk was added.
I took a big gulp.
bitter.
An intense bitterness spread through my mouth, sliding down my throat and into my stomach.
But he didn't frown.
Because at the end of this bitterness.
He actually tasted a strange sweetness.
Whether it's due to professional habits or something else.
At least.
In that instant.
She was genuinely afraid he would have a stomachache.
This is enough.
"after."
Jiang Ci put down his cup, looked at the code on the screen, and spoke calmly.
"No sugar allowed in coffee."
Wen Ning watched his retreating figure.
I breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt a sharp pain in my heart.
She lowered her head again.
Open the picture book.
But she spent ten minutes looking at that page and couldn't understand a single word.