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Chapter 380 I Want to Hold You

It was late at night, and Jiang Zhouzhou waited a little longer, thinking that no one would come, but soon she heard the doorbell ring.

I shuffled to the entryway in my slippers and slowly opened the door a crack.

The person standing outside the door exuded a chill, his dark eyes slightly narrowed, looking at her with a half-smile.

"They opened the door so quickly, it seems they've been waiting for me."

In any case, he could always find something strange or odd.

Jiang Zhouzhou opened the door a crack, revealing her full face. "Didn't I register your fingerprint? Why don't you open the door yourself?"

The man in front of her leaned down slightly, meeting her gaze through the crack in the door.

With a slight smile, she said slowly, "Because you opened the door for me, it felt like you were welcoming me home."

He wanted that every time he opened the door, the first thing he would see was her face, not the dark living room, the cold house that made him want to escape.

Zhou Xian's explanation made Jiang Zhouzhou's eyes sparkle.

She stepped aside and opened the door completely: "Alright, Zhou Gouzi, welcome home."

Zhou Xian's lips twitched slightly when he heard her address.

It was as if he were her pet dog, who, after getting tired from playing outside, would finally run home on his own.

He snorted in dissatisfaction: "You're really ruining the atmosphere."

Follow her inside, making sure to change into your dog-head slippers immediately.

She decorated the small apartment more and more cozy, and you were enveloped in warmth the moment you stepped in.

She seemed to have a strong preference for pink; pink dolls were placed on the sofa, pink pajamas were printed with cute cartoon patterns, and most of the water cups he took were also pink.

Jiang Zhouzhou took out the longevity candy; her hands weren't big, but she held them full.

"In our area, when elderly people celebrate their 70th birthday, they eat longevity candy to absorb the birthday person's good fortune. Everyone went today, except you..."

The wealthy guests weren't very interested in the candies, but she grabbed two large handfuls, braving everyone's stares.

As Zhou Xian listened to her soft whispers, his brows gradually relaxed, but her next words almost made his expression break.

"You seem a bit weak. You get sick easily. You're tall, but you're all bark and no bite."

Jiang Zhouzhou chattered away, looking at the man in front of her with a loving gaze.

Zhou Xian resisted the urge to pinch her cheek and defended himself: "I'm not afraid."

It was just a stomachache and a fever in front of her, but it left her with a prejudice that he was "empty".

Jiang Zhouzhou nodded in agreement: "Yeah, if you say I'm not weak, then I'm not weak!"

Zhou Xian: “…”

He's wearing a jacket with pockets today.

After Jiang Zhouzhou finished nagging, she stuffed all the candy in her hand into his pocket.

"Zhou Xian, you must take good care of yourself. No matter what happens, you are the most important person. Don't ruin your health."

Zhou Xian looked down at her lowered eyes. She had just finished showering, and her long, dried hair was softly draped over her shoulders. She smelled of a pleasant floral scent from her shower gel.

He reached out his hand to approach her, but then froze in mid-air.

Jiang Zhouzhou looked at the hand that had stopped between the two of them, tilted her head and asked him, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Xian smiled and said, "I want to hug you."

Jiang Zhouzhou raised an eyebrow and glanced at him. He usually made a direct move, but this time he actually held back.

However, the next second, the man in front of her suddenly unzipped his coat right in front of her.

He casually tossed his coat onto the sofa and hugged Jiang Zhouzhou.

"I just came back from outside. My coat is too cold. I was afraid you'd catch a cold."

She had just recovered from a cold, and he didn't want her to get sick again.

After taking off his coat, he felt warm all over. Jiang Zhouzhou felt as if she was being hugged by a small stove, and her cheeks were burning hot.

Her soft voice reached her ears, a calm tone tinged with a faint sadness: "Jiang Zhouzhou, today I went to the hospital and saw my dad lying on the hospital bed like a useless cripple, and his wife was crying sadly beside him..."

Jiang Zhouzhou thought he was sad and upset, so she raised her hand and gently patted his back.

Zhou Xian paused, then spoke again with a hint of amusement: "I stood by and watched, and I was thinking, I can't be like him, so young and immature, ruining my health so early and leaving you to be a widow."

Jiang Zhouzhou stopped her hand on his back and gave him a final, heavy pat.

"Snapped--"

"You're a real bastard."

She wasn't particularly strong, but the man was making exaggerated, grimacing faces.

Jiang Zhouzhou tried to push him away, but he held her tightly. "Jiang Zhouzhou, let me hold you a little longer."

The smile on his face faded, and from an angle where Jiang Zhouzhou couldn't see, his expression became dejected.

“They all bullied me and wanted to kick me out of that house.”

"In order to trip me up, they forced me to kneel on the steps at the foot of the mountain in the temple and climb up to pray for the old man's well-being."

"No one is standing by my side."

Jiang Zhouzhou's heart skipped a beat when she heard this. She didn't know that Zhou Xian had encountered such a thing today. She bit her lip and said, "Take me with you next time. I'll scold them for you."

Hearing her words, Zhou Xian couldn't help but laugh and said, "Forget it, I'll just listen to those words. Don't let them offend your ears and eyes."

He never wanted Jiang Zhouzhou to know about his messy family affairs.

I just felt a little wronged today and wanted to be comforted by her.

Jiang Zhouzhou grabbed his sleeve, her eyes filled with worry: "Are you really going to kneel on the steps?"

Zhou Xian gave a vague "hmm," and said, "If praying to gods and Buddhas were effective, I could kneel on the steps, kneeling one step at a time until I reached the thousands of Buddha statues..."

Jiang Zhouzhou interrupted him: "If it really worked, then no one would need to work hard."

She recalled a sentence she had seen online: "If praying to gods and Buddhas were effective, poor people wouldn't even be able to squeeze into the temple gates."

Faith, to put it bluntly, is a kind of psychological comfort that most people seek for themselves.

She gripped his clothes tightly and whispered, "Don't go."

Zhou Xian's lips twitched upwards: "But I want to pray for a good marriage, not for good health."

Jiang Zhouzhou: "..."