Chapter 140 Tired

Why?

Yang Cici did not give a reason, but raised her head to look at the man and slowly asked:

"Is it not possible?"

The man's hand holding the chopsticks slowly tightened, a shadow fell under his eyes, and his jaw was tight, as if he was suppressing something.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly relaxed his grip, put down his chopsticks, and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay."

Yang Cici was stunned for a moment, then slowly nodded after she realized what was happening.

She lowered her head and continued eating, her eyes falling on the cake on the table, but her expression was a little absent-minded.

Can……

Pei Yanchuan said yes...

You have to know that the only time they meet now is at noon and at night when they go to bed.

Pei Yanchuan used to love pestering her the most.

Is it because the yandere value increased too much, causing Pei Yanchuan to become a yandere in a different way?

Or was Pei Yanchuan angry with her and actually no longer cared about her?

During the silent meal, Yang Cici suddenly lost her appetite and put down her chopsticks.

"I'm stuffed."

As I stood up, someone suddenly grabbed my wrist.

The man's fingertips were cold, and before Yang Cici could even react, Pei Yanchuan quickly withdrew his hand.

He raised his head, his eyes slowly curved, the helplessness in his eyes was perfectly concealed, the corners of his mouth were perfectly curved, and his surface was as gentle as usual. He was also the most considerate boyfriend.

"...Cici doesn't want to eat cake?"

But in the corner, the man's fingertips hidden at his side were already trembling.

Yang Cici looked at Pei Yanchuan and slowly tilted her head.

Pei Yanchuan like this...

It’s like the first life.

She finally knew what was wrong with Pei Yanchuan.

He seemed to be disguising himself again.

It's just that she hadn't seen Pei Yanchuan like this for a long time, and she didn't remember it all of a sudden.

So not being intimate with her was part of his disguise? Just like in his previous life? Even kissing required careful questioning.

Pei Yanchuan has recovered his memory?

But it doesn't look like...

If it was Pei Yanchuan in his first life, he would know very well that Li Xuanmeng was the original partner, but now the person he was working with had become himself. Coupled with the puzzle and the fact that she had guessed the restaurant in advance, the fact that she had memories would definitely be exposed. It was impossible for Pei Yanchuan to hide from him like this.

Or is this a sign of memory recovery?

Yang Cici bent down and stared straight into the man's eyes.

But no matter which conclusion she came to, she didn't like Pei Yanchuan's current performance.

The yandere attitude that she had managed to get Pei Yanchuan to show towards her was gone in an instant.

Memories of the past flooded into her mind. Yang Cici lowered her eyelids, stood up straight, and spoke softly:

"No more, Pei Yanchuan, I'm a little tired of it."

Hearing this, the man's pupils suddenly shrank, and he felt a sudden sense of weightlessness and dizziness, as if his heart was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand.

Tired...of it?

Pei Yanchuan's throat was so dry that he couldn't utter a word.

All I could see was the girl picking up her things and turning away without hesitation.

Hearing the door closing, the man sat motionless on the sofa, his pupils staring at the ground, his fingertips deeply sunk into his palms.

After a long time, he slowly bent down and covered his face, his broad shoulders trembling slightly, and his fragile back looked lonely and helpless.

Hot tears flowed from between his fingers, and the man let out a low, self-deprecating laugh, choked and hoarse.

"It's all fake..."

It's totally useless...

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During the evening party, Yang Cici was a little absent-minded.

She regretted speaking to Pei Yanchuan like that.

She was so angry at that time that she forgot that Pei Yanchuan was still sick.

Yandere value is yandere value, and being sick is being sick.

Pei Yanchuan's health is the most important.

At worst, we can just wait a little longer.

Besides, she also likes that side of Pei Yanchuan, so why would she say that?

“So annoying—”

Yang Cici banged her head on the table in frustration. She closed her eyes and kowtowed a few times, sighing in distress: "Why couldn't I help it..."

It was as if there were two voices arguing in my head.

——After saying such a thing, I must apologize to Pei Yanchuan.

——If we don’t apologize, we’ll have to explain our cooperation with Pei Yushan, and the plot will collapse again. Anyway, we’ve already said it, so we might as well take this opportunity to increase Pei Yanchuan’s yandere value.

——But Pei Yanchuan has anxiety disorder, and he will definitely be sad if he says something like that.

——He should be sad. It’s his fault for not telling us and treating us like that.

——But we were the first to contact Pei Yushan without his knowledge.

——We have no choice but to do this. If we don't do this, how can we, cannon fodder, join the plot? Didn't we also give Pei Yanchuan a chance to ask? He was the one who didn't ask.

Two voices kept chattering in her head, and Yang Cici felt like her brain was about to explode.

She covered her ears, frowned and closed her eyes.

Suddenly, a colleague's voice rang in my ears.

"Ci Ci, are you drunk?"

She came to her senses instantly, opened her eyes, and found that her colleague was looking at her with concern.

"I see you've been leaning on the table. Are you feeling unwell?"

Seeing that everyone around was looking at her, Yang Cici's face turned slightly red, and with the girl's watery eyes, she looked like she was really drunk.

Yang Cici slowly held the wine glass, lowered her eyes to look at the wine in the glass, and her voice was a little soft.

"It seems...I am indeed a little drunk."

Upon hearing this, the colleague patted her on the back and looked at the girl's well-behaved and pretty profile.

"Why don't you ask your boyfriend to pick you up? Taking a taxi might not be safe."

Yang Cici paused, raised her head and looked at her eagerly, then nodded obediently after a few seconds.

The cool breeze at night was refreshing, blowing on my face and dispelling some of the drunkenness.

Yang Cici declined her colleagues' company and sat alone on a chair by the roadside, lowering her head and swinging her legs while waiting for a bus.

She looked at the "OK" message sent by the man on the screen, tapped it with her fingertips, and murmured softly: "Is the social event over? It seems that he didn't tell me."

"…Are you really angry?"

She pursed her lips, patted her face, exhaled, and stopped worrying about that word. She put down her phone, leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the evening breeze.

About a few minutes later, the sound of a car door opening rang in her ears. Just as she was about to open her eyes, footsteps were getting closer and closer, and then a shadow appeared in front of her.

Yang Cici's eyelids trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes, meeting the man's gaze.

Under the moonlight, the light just fell on the man's well-defined profile. His high brow bones cast a small shadow, but it made his eyes look even deeper. His straight suit made his temperament more noble.

His Adam's apple rolled, as if he wanted to say something but paused. His lips were pursed, his jawline was tense, with a bit of cold edges, and the expression in his eyes became increasingly obscure.

Yang Cici blinked, sat up straight, and took the initiative to reach out and hold the man's fingers little by little.

The moment their fingertips touched, the man suddenly tightened his grip on her hand, and her cold fingertips were instantly wrapped in his warm palm.