After showering when he returned to his bedroom, he saw the damnation of his life lying in the blanket watching TV with a pale face. She looked sick and exhausted.
Outside, the weather had taken a turn. It was snowing outside. She wanted to go to the office but then her will gave up on her. Now like a pathetic woman, she was going to spend her day in bed with a pizza and a bottle of beer. Pizza and beer to heal her bruised mood.
"I'm not going to the office. Tell my supreme boss that I am sick, "Zuni muttered, her eyes on the TV screen. She would be damned if she talked to him again. Yes, she was never going to talk to him.
"Sick? What happened? Are you feeling any pain? Should I take you to the doctor?" Song Jingren anxiously asked. His wildest fear came true. He knew that she was going to fall sick.
"I'm lovesick and emotionally sick," Zuni pouted, looking at the TV. "I am not going to the doctor. And yes, I'm feeling pain. My heart is in tiny tiny pieces. Your words are cutting me deep."
"Hurting you is not my intention," Song Jingren told her. Truly, he never wanted to hurt her but she always did something to get scolded.
"It's alright. I broke your heart once. I deserve this pain. Hell, you are treating me better than I expected."
It was not her words that hurt him but her attempt to smile at him. She talked of pain as if it was no big deal. He agreed that she broke his heart and it hurt him a lot too but he would never act like a shallow man and inflict the same pain on her.
He had seen some people hurting the people who hurt them once but he did not want to hurt anyone at all. And here he was talking about Zuni who was once his lifeline. He would never hurt her. He could never hurt her at all.
She might have a high tolerance for physical pain but she would never survive that emotional and mental pain he went through.
Each day waiting for news from her
To stop himself from always thinking negatively.
Some days he would pray that he could bear her cheating, betrayal or even breaking up with him as long as she was alive and healthy somewhere.
His anger was slowly disappearing because he could see her smiling and talking all day.
He said that he hated her but he knew that he didn't. He was not capable of hating her.
"Zuni, did you eat something?" Song Jingren asked.
Zuni pursed her lips, ignoring him. She increased the volume of the TV and feigned as if she was interested in the TV show playing on the screen.
"Zuni, where is my breakfast?" Song Jingren asked.
Zuni ignored him. She was going to treat him as air. Too bad, both he and the air was needed for her survival.
"Sweetheart…" Song Jingren bit his tongue and attempted again.
This was Zuni's undoing. He shouldn't have used an endearment for her. As he called her sweetheart, she began sobbing like a baby. Her emotional turmoil came trickling down her eyes.
"Oh lord, why are you crying?" He took quick strides to reach her. He wiped her tears with the pad of his thumb. "I'm sorry. I was a jerk to you. I won't make the mistake of scolding you again. Please, forgive me."
Her emotions were in an array. She swore that she was not intentionally crying but she was high on estrogen which was the main culprit behind her volatile emotions. Yes, it wasn't her heart but her high estrogen that was making her cry.
"It's not you, " Zuni hiccupped as she looked at him through her glossy dark green eyes. "My estrogen is high and my serotonin level is low. This is making me a crazy crier. I, Long Reine, don't cry. I make people cry."
"Yes, you are right, "Song Jingren agreed as he patted her back. "What can I do to make you stop crying?"
"Lie next to me. Massage my tummy and feet. Cramps are killing me, "Zuni said pitifully. She sniffled as he nodded his head.
"Okay, "Song Jingren agreed. He took out his special massage oil and began doing the duty of a husband.
"Yes, yes, just like this, "Zuni said with a relieved sigh when his warm hands massaged her stomach. After a crying session, she was feeling good now.
As his hands touched her smooth and hot stomach, he felt a jolt through his body. It was so difficult for him to stop his hand from wandering under her loose top. As his hand touched her soft mound, he groaned.
Once again, she was up to no good.
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A/N: How are you doing guys? I hope you are enjoying the beautiful monsoon or is it just me?