Boy, Boy, Part One

"Stand here and don't move." Wen Pei's legs felt so weak and she took a breath. If it could be seen through, then why couldn't they see her thoughts and her grievances? At this moment, she was as obedient as if she had been enchanted by magic. She dared to think, dare to get angry but dare not speak. She was completely different from the previous high-spirited young man who simply locked the door without thinking. Zhang Lin pushed a cup of tea in front of her and said, "Drink it all." After drinking, he poured her another cup and drank again. The temperature of the tea was much warmer than the tone, lightly moisturizing Wen Pei's dry lips and throat. "Pe'er, please get ready." She only said this sentence calmly and then stood up and left.