Put Your Head on My Shoulder (致我们暖暖的小时光) - Chapter 43

Title: Put Your Head on My Shoulder (致我们暖暖的小时光)
Author: Zhou Gangan
Translation credit: Jia

Chapter 43

‘What's wrong with you?’ Gu Weiyi asked anxiously as he wiped her tears, ‘Do you want to vomit again?’

 

mo grabbed his hand and bit it hard. He frowned painfully, but dared not pull it back, had to let her bite.

 

After a while, Miss Dog let go. Gu Weiyi looked at the blood-stained teeth on his hands and said, ‘You murdered your husband?’

 

After biting, Mo was in a better mood and coolly said, ‘The ghost and you are husband and wife. Anyway, we haven't registered yet. Your sister just took it as playing with the madman today.’

 

Smart as Gu Weiyi, who immediately knew where he had stepped on the mine, hurried to apologize, ‘I was kidding, we are legitimate couples under God's witness.’

 

Mo sniffed, ‘Legitimate your dead head, I believe in Buddhism.’

 

He straightened up and sat down on the edge of the bed, smiling and grinning, ‘Buddha said, you can’t discard after having made use of.’

 

She pushed him aside and said, ‘Benefactor, please respect yourself.’

 

The un self-respected male benefactor simply threw down the female benefactor. His face was only five centimeters away from her face and said, ‘I’ve apologized. It's too stingy to be unyielding anymore.’

 

Mo sideways avoided the air that he sprayed on her face, and pronounced clearly: ‘I, am, stingy.’

 

He lowered his head and bit her on the neck and said, ‘What do you want? Let you ravage me?’

 

Mo did not move, and after a while she said quietly, ‘If you regret it, say it earlier, when we haven’t registered.’

 

Gu Weiyi pulled her face over and said calmly, ‘It's you who regret it, Situ Mo.’

 

Mo had a kind of confusion that can be seen through her mind. Yes, she regretted. It was true that she had known him for less than a year. It was unavoidable that she would still be worried. Besides, whose marriage would be so inexplicable that they woke up in the morning to get married and went to class in the afternoon after they got married?

 

Seeing her silent for half a day, Gu Weiyi sighed, turned over from her and went back to the desk to turn the pages of a book.

 

Mo sat up, leaned against the bed and looked at his stiff back. She cried timidly, ‘Gu Weiyi.’

 

His hand, which was turning the pages of the book, paused. He did not turn back, ‘You can sleep first. I'll go to bed after I finish my report.’

 

He turned the pages so loudly. Mo bit her lip but said nothing for several times. Eventually, she lay down and closed her eyes. The darkness made her acoustically sensitive. He stopped turning the pages, didn’t make any noise for a long time. He moved the chair gently, turned off the light, came to the bedside and opened the quilt. He lay down.

 

In this way, no hug, no kiss, two people lying in a bed, but Mo was afraid of being so close, but so far.

 

She didn’t know how long it took for Gu Weiyi to lean over and gently wrap around her waist and take her from behind into his arms.

 

Mo flattened her mouth for a long time before she rose it slightly, turned around and embraced him.

 

Gu Weiyi was stunned, he thought she was asleep.

 

She rubbed her head against his chest before complaining, ‘I'm just a little uncertain, but you didn’t coax me.’

 

He touched her long hair with a rare gentleness, ‘Never mind, I'm sure, that’s enough.’

 

A little thick palm slowly rubbed on her back, slightly electric. Mo felt that every inch of the sweat on her skin rose with his movements, just as in middle school, a physics teacher could suck up small pieces of paper on the table by rubbing a plastic ruler against his forehead. Mo sighed, forget it, she’s doomed, there's no escape.

 

Mo pushed Gu Weiyi who was against her, ‘Get up, you're so heavy.’

 

Not only did he not get up, but he put all his strength on her and kissed her a few more times.

 

Regardless of the weight, they were sticking together sweaty and sticky. Mo felt like every pore was blocked. She had no strength to push him away, so had to put down her face and beg him, ‘Get up, sticky, I feel very uncomfortable.’

 

He laughed wickedly, ‘Call me husband.’

 

She was kind and sweetly cried, ‘Husband.’

 

The soft voice made his bones soft. He bit her on the chin, rolled over from her, picked her up and went to the bathroom.

 

When the water temperature was adjusted, he had prepared to flush, but Situ Mo could not stand still. Gu Weiyi had to put her in the bathtub, put water in the bathtub, and then pull down the towel to help her wipe her body.

 

Gu Weiyi wrapped her in a big towel and carried her back to bed. She cried to dress. He refused to give her clothes. She gestured to cry. He gave her a white look, helplessly picked up the clothes from the end of the bed and put them on for her one by one.

 

Early in the morning, Mo woke up and watched the sleeper near her pillow sleeping soundly, with long eyelashes covered and soft outlines. He felt him childish. She reached for his eyelashes, which were soft, brushing her index finger like a brush.

 

Gu Weiyi frowned and said in a dumb voice, ‘Don't make noise.’

 

Mo giggled, pinched his eyelashes into a pinch and rubbed them with her forefinger and thumb.

 

Gu Weiyi grabbed her hand and pulled it around his waist. His eyes were still squinting, but his mouth had been carelessly searching for a piece of land to kiss and grind, slowly kissing and grinding. He got excited again that he opened his eyes.

 

Mo saw the flames burning in his eyes when he opened them. She was on the verge of escaping, but it was still too late. Poor woman was once again brought to justice.

 

So the newly-married couple dragged all morning in bed, got hungry at noon, and Mo suddenly remembered that someone did not go to class today, so she pinched a piece of bread and threw it at him, ‘You dare to skip class.’

 

Gu Weiyi was too lazy to answer her.

 

Mo pinched a bigger piece and threw at him, ‘If you fail to graduate, I'll divorce you.’

 

Gu Weiyi did not dare to say that they had not registered this time, but reached for her bread. ‘Just say if don't want to eat, stop wasting food.’

 

She laughed proudly and put a fork into the steak already cut on his plate. Just now he asked her to order steak, but she refused. First, she felt she couldn't eat it all, and she said that it was her treat. The steak was so expensive... Second, she thought there were often heroines in movies holding kraft paper bags with long French bread. How romantic it was, who would know that French bread was as hard as stone?

 

Gu Weiyi rolled his eyes, ‘You just said you didn't eat steak, didn’t you?’

 

Mo laughed stupidly, ‘I suddenly want to eat now.’

 

Gu Weiyi gave in, pushed the plate to her.

 

In the afternoon, Mo followed Gu Weiyi to class, slept in his class dimly.

 

In the evening, one continued to study while another turned pages of the magazine in bed.

 

Mo felt bored, then left the magazine aside, sat up and looked in his bedside drawer, saying, ‘Gu Weiyi, your drawers are so boring, there are filled with books.’

 

Gu Weiyi turned a deaf ear.

 

Mo took a book on the top, Semiconductor Material, which seemed to be a hypnotic medicine. Strangely, there were all Chinese characters, and she knew what it meant when she took them apart. When combined, she couldn’t read them horizontally or vertically.

 

She turned two pages and tried to leave it behind. She found it with two hairs clipped inside. She trembled nauseously to the ground. When she thought there was something wrong, she picked it up again, squinted and estimated the length. Two hairs, one long and one short, were tied in a knot.

 

She picked up the book and smashed it at him, slapped it on his back. It slid down and fell to the ground.

 

Gu Weiyi sighed at the violence of married women and turned his chair to stare at her, ‘Mrs. Gu, are you killing your husband?’

 

Mo pinched two hairs and trembled, making an expression of rape in bed, ‘Say, whose hair?’

 

He looked at her doubtfully, and then at the books on the ground, to be frank? No, she'll be proud until the world grow old.

 

He raised his face, ‘Nobody but you, the book has not been opened since it was brought from China. Can you stop being so dirty? I always told you not to use my book as a pillow. You don't listen. Once I saw you put my book under the casserole...’

 

Mo rubbed the hair, carefully looked at the length and color, then carefully looked at Gu Weiyi’s blaming face, flated her mouth, ‘Well, I know, I’ll throw it away, stop blaming me.’

 

Mo took a look at Gu Weiyi, who was writing the report carefully. She took the air conditioning remote control to lower the temperature. It was so hot that her baby husband's face turned red.

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