Her injury not yet healed, Shen Yue was bitten again, crying for a long time from the pain.
Meanwhile, the man slept like a dead pig.
This made Shen Yue really want to slap him, but she was afraid of leaving a handprint, which would be problematic tomorrow.
She could only resentfully pinch his waist.
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Wei Jingzhou woke up around noon. He stared at the unfamiliar ceiling, still a bit disoriented.
“You’re awake?”
A familiar, soft voice drew Wei Jingzhou’s attention. He turned to look.
The young girl was wearing a white turtleneck sweater, covering half of her delicate jawline.
She placed a cup of hot water on the coffee table. Steam still rose from the water.
Wei Jingzhou’s head throbbed intensely. He rubbed his brow bone, his throat dry.
Just as he reached for the cup to take a sip of water, his movement suddenly froze.
He stared blankly at the girl’s swollen lips and the red marks on her cheeks. Countless blurry memories surged into his mind, vividly resurfacing, especially certain excessive scenes.
His heart felt as if it were burning. Wei Jingzhou suddenly felt parched, and he downed the entire cup of warm water. His brain was still in a processing phase.
The girl sat on the sofa, her features as beautiful as a painting. Her skin, softer and more lustrous than the gentlest jade, bore red marks, particularly on her cheeks, which were deep and red, as if nearly sucked raw.
Seeing the man look over, she uncontrollably shifted back slightly.
Last night, he had acted like a pervert, stretching his neck to rub against the girl, and even made her cry from being kissed…
Having done such a perverse thing, Wei Jingzhou felt too ashamed to face the girl. His hands, gripping the cup, trembled, and his chiseled face flushed crimson.
At that moment, he finally understood what it meant to wish he could dig a hole and disappear into it.
“You…”
“You…”
They both spoke at the same time, their eyes meeting, creating an awkward atmosphere.
“You first…”
“You first…”
The overlapping voices made the air inexplicably strange.
Shen Yue pursed her swollen, red lips, her eyelashes trembling. “You go first.”
“I…” Wei Jingzhou’s palms were covered in cold sweat from nervousness. He stammered for a long time before finally managing to blurt out, “I was drunk yesterday, my mind wasn’t quite clear.”
As soon as he said this, he sensed something was slightly off. He looked up at the girl, who was indeed looking down, her slender shoulders trembling slightly. Her jade-like fingers were tightly gripping the hem of her clothes.
Her reaction made Wei Jingzhou’s chest feel numb.
Why did Shen Yue look so sad and distressed? Did she… have feelings for him?
This guess was like a dazzling display of fireworks, climbing brightly into his heart and sending Wei Jingzhou’s thoughts spiraling.
Wei Jingzhou’s heart began to pound again, his earlobes burning. He licked his lips, a sweet scent seeming to linger in his mouth.
His heart beat wildly, eagerly wanting to express something.
He opened his mouth, but the girl interrupted him. She looked down, her delicate, pure face pale. “Since you were drunk yesterday, let’s just pretend nothing happened. Pack up and leave.”
Wei Jingzhou’s expression turned somber, his breathing heavy. He questioned her aggressively, “What do you mean, pretend nothing happened?”
How could they pretend nothing happened? Was she so heartlessly driving him away?
Extreme anger surged within him, but upon seeing Shen Yue’s reaction, his rage immediately subsided, replaced by a sense of helplessness.
The girl’s eyelashes were beaded with crystal tears.
A misty haze blurred her clean, pure eyes. Her thin eyelids were very red, and the faint redness extended to the corners of her eyes. Her fair fingertips dug into her palms, turning them pale.
The man saw it all, and his heart felt as if it were being forcefully torn, causing him sharp pain.
He couldn’t resist reaching out, wanting to touch the girl.
The girl flinched back, evading his hand.
The man’s movement froze mid-air.
Her long eyelashes were laden with tears, as delicate as a lotus emerging from water. The tears seemed to linger on her fair skin, reluctant to fall.
Her voice choked, “I know you really dislike me.”
She forced an unnatural smile, which made Wei Jingzhou feel even more uncomfortable.
“I won’t pester you. You can leave now.”
She was trying to send him away again. Wei Jingzhou’s mind was also in chaos, and he numbly got up and walked out without saying anything.
The door was opened, and then closed.
Shen Yue dropped her pitiful demeanor and irritably touched the red marks on her face, which still hurt. The man had bitten too hard.
The system was furious: [You just let him go? So all the effort of biting him was in vain?]
Shen Yue smiled, her dimples deepening, appearing docile and soft. [No, he’ll come back.]
It was the system’s turn to be confused: [How can you be so sure he’ll come back? And he didn’t seem like he would.]
Shen Yue lifted her chin slightly from her turtleneck sweater. She didn’t explain, only stating firmly, [He will definitely come back.]
Wei Jingzhou, having walked out the door, didn’t leave. He felt that if he left now, the distance between him and Shen Yue would become vast.
Leaning against the wall, Wei Jingzhou ran a hand through his hair irritably. He took out a cigarette pack, pulled out a cigarette, but didn’t light it.
He couldn’t forget what happened last night. Those scenes were etched into his mind. A strange, intense heat spread through his chest, making him feel numb and aching.
Shen Yue…
Shen Yue…
With trembling hands, he lit a cigarette and took two hard drags, breathing slightly. He looked up, his mind replaying Shen Yue’s name.
He thought of the girl’s red eyes and pained expression, which only made him more anxious and restless.
After smoking a few cigarettes, Wei Jingzhou felt he should calm down. He should pretend to leave nonchalantly, after all, Shen Yue had said to act as if nothing happened and she wouldn’t pester him. This was good.
But in reality, he could only take one step before his feet felt as if they were lead, and he couldn’t move a second.
He roughly wiped his face, exhaled deeply, then turned, opened the door, entered, and closed it again.
The actions were seamless.
Wei Jingzhou turned to look at Shen Yue, who was still sitting on the sofa. His previously settled heart began to race violently again.
His hands trembled slightly with nervousness as he clenched them. His chaotic heartbeat pounded heavily in his ears. He was like a foolish boy, his face uncontrollably flushed.
“I’ve been thinking…”
The man’s handsome face was taut as he stared intently at the girl, who wore a bewildered expression.
Enduring his shyness, his tone, though he tried to keep it steady, still held a tremor.