Chapter 51 I'm Not a Saint

By 9:30 pm, the four bottles of water were finally finished. Cheng Yu watched the nurse remove the needle, and when he stood up from the stool, his head was no longer as heavy.

When the two came out of the hospital, it was completely dark.

There was no wind outside, the trees were still, and only the streetlights on both sides of the street were on. The cars on the driveway and the pedestrians on the sidewalk were hazy in this dim light.

Zhou Zhou didn't rush to get the car. He took out a cigarette from his bag and lit it.

The orange-blue flames were dancing, and soon bluish-white smoke rose and melted into the darkness.

She lowered her head, and Cheng Yu stood opposite her and could see half of her face.

Her long black curly hair was tucked behind her ears, and her expression was half lazy, half distant. A cigarette was between her teeth, her lips red and her teeth white, as she rummaged through her bag and stuffed the cigarettes and lighter back into her pocket.

Cheng Yu put his hands in his pockets and said lazily, "There's a patient standing next to me who just received four bottles of water. Do you want me to get four more bottles after being exposed to secondhand smoke?"

Zhou Zhou casually hung the bag on his wrist and took a puff of cigarette calmly: "If smoking can make you have a fever again, it will be a medical miracle."

With an even worse viciousness, she let out a breath with a smile, and the swirling smoke covered their faces.

Cheng Yu casually "whooshed" and blew away the green smoke in front of him.

The face became clear again.

He said slowly, "Why not? Even rain can cause viral infections, let alone my weak resistance now."

Even when he was being unreasonable, he spoke in a serious manner.

Zhou Zhou glanced at him and then looked down at the ground.

His toes were almost touching hers.

You can stand anywhere on the street. If he was really afraid of getting burned, he could jump back eight hundred steps. But even though he was standing so close, he didn't consciously avoid it.

Cheng Yu noticed her gaze and said shamelessly, "Why, are we all going to blame the victim now?"

Zhou Zhou turned his head and looked at the busy traffic on the road.

Cheng Yu's gaze moved aimlessly, sometimes looking at the street lights above his head, sometimes looking at their shadows elongated by the light. At this moment, it was suddenly quiet, and it was a warm night.

After finishing a cigarette, Zhou Zhou put it out and threw the butt into the trash can.

The two went to get the car.

After walking a few steps, Zhou Zhou suddenly thought of something, raised his hand to touch his forehead, and put his left hand on his own.

I was caught off guard by her proximity and could smell the cool, clear scent of cigarette smoke from her fingertips.

Cheng Yu paused, subconsciously following her movements and turning his head. She stood on tiptoe, frowning and comparing their temperatures with a serious expression.

"Much better." Cheng Yu told her.

The medicine took effect halfway through the drip, and apart from a slightly hoarse throat, there were no other problems.

Cheng Yu took her hand from her forehead, pinched her palm with his fingertips, and wrapped it in his own hand: "Want to eat something?"

I was sick these past two days and had no appetite, so I barely ate anything.

I feel better now and want to eat everything.

When Cheng Yu mentioned this, Zhou Zhou also felt that the bowl of millet porridge had not even stayed in his stomach, so he readily agreed: "Okay."

Realizing that he had been holding his hand tightly, Zhou Zhou struggled uncomfortably and slipped out of his palm.

His palm felt empty, Cheng Yu clenched his fist loosely, and put it back into his jacket pocket.

He sneered nonchalantly, "I've never seen you so sensitive in bed."

Zhou Zhou said: "Bed is bed, life is life. Our intimate relationship should be kept as little as possible from our daily life."

This is true in bed and in life, it is easy to create illusions.

They are not boyfriend and girlfriend, they are just two people whose souls are compatible in bed, that's all.

Cheng Yu asked her, "Is it difficult for you to get away?"

"No." Zhou Zhou told him truthfully, "I can only say that I don't like it."

The two walked into the parking lot.

The parking lot was dark and dim. Cheng Yu spoke in a flat voice, his expression unclear. "Zhou Zhou, the bet I'm making with you is six months, not a month. With so little time in life, how can you accomplish a task that's twice as difficult?"

When he mentioned the gambling, Zhou Zhou remembered her decision.

She was planning to break up with him the day before yesterday.

I was planning to break up because we had a quarrel. This time when we met, we didn't argue about what happened that day. Instead, I found it difficult to start a conversation.

It was easy to speak, but what made it difficult for her was that she was still interested in Cheng Yu.

People are strange.

She was very clear about how complicated and difficult to control Cheng Yu was, and her intuition told her every time she felt unhappy that she should withdraw as quickly as possible and cut her losses in time, but that competitive spirit would continue to surge up.

Understanding the truth is at the conscious level, while it is the subconscious drive that determines behavior.

That's what it means to be out of control.

Cheng Yu seemed to be just like her. He left in anger that day, and when they met today he still wanted to complete the bet with her.

Zhou Zhou's mind moved slightly, and he decided not to mention what happened that day.

She said, “That’s your problem.”

"Um?"

"You have your gamble, and I have mine. You work hard for your gamble, and you can't rely on me to compromise to achieve it. It's a bit like cheating." Zhou Zhou said.

The car lights came on, illuminating the faces of both of them.

She walked to the driver's seat, opened the door, and smiled at him from across the car. Her smile was like a poppy blooming at night, with a deadly charm. "If that's the case, I can just ask you to compromise and kneel between my legs. Do you want to do that?"

"Hard work?" Cheng Yu was very interested.

He turned around from the other end of the car and took the car keys from her hand, "I'll drive."

The topic jumped too quickly, and Zhou Zhou was half a beat late: "You drive?"

Cheng Yu hummed: "You are not familiar with the roads in Beijing. The restaurant I want to eat is hard to find."

It sounds like there's nothing wrong with it.

Zhou Zhou now relies on navigation whenever she goes out, except near her home. After all, during her sophomore and junior years of high school, she only went between school and home.

I've been sitting in the hospital corridor for so long that my waist is tired.

Zhou Zhou got in the car from the other side, and Cheng Yu had just adjusted his seat.

He fiddled with the rearview mirror. "Zhou Zhou, do you know where people who understand too much are usually weak?"

"What?"

“The ability to act will be weak.”

Zhou Zhou didn't know why he suddenly talked about this.

But it’s true. If you know too much, you’ll be hesitant to take action, to the point where you can’t bear the pain of making mistakes and become afraid to act.

Thinking of this, she suddenly realized.

It turned out that he was pointing at her.

Cheng Yu said that her so-called dislike was actually her fear of taking action. Returning to the original question, Cheng Yu asked her if it was difficult to break away.

In his case, he was saying that she couldn't get away.

Zhou Zhou smiled calmly: "Provocation doesn't work on me."

She has a competitive spirit; that's her passion. Provoking others would arouse her ego and rebelliousness, which she doesn't have.

"I know."

Then what's the point of saying this?

Zhou Zhou remained calm, but Cheng Yu acted as if nothing had happened and drove the car out of the parking lot.

When the car was mixed in the traffic flow and waiting for the traffic light, someone crossed the road and slipped a card through the gap of the car window. It was the kind that was specifically sent to distribute small advertisements.

Cheng Yu opened the car window, pulled out the small card, and casually put it into his pocket.

Zhou Zhou noticed the sexy beauty above and asked him, "Do you like it?"

Cheng Yu laughed casually: "I'm not so hungry as to eat anything."

His left hand was back on the steering wheel, but his right hand had quietly fallen down at some point, covering her hand on her leg and holding it tightly.

"Zhou Zhou, those great principles of yours are meant for saints, and I'm not a saint." Cheng Yu stared at the red light outside the window, the corners of his lips curved slightly. "It's okay if you don't like it. I have many plans. Do you want to listen to them?"

"What plan?" Zhou Zhou didn't move.

"Compromise," was the first word he uttered.

Zhou Zhou smiled when he heard that.

There was a hint of sarcasm in his smile.

Cheng Yu didn't care. When the light turned green, he stepped on the accelerator and said, "Compromise."

The car's engine roared loudly, carrying the sound of the wind whistling past the window. The third word seemed as light as the sound of him being blown away by the wind.

At least he said it lightly.

Cheng Yu said, "It's nothing."