Chapter 65 Perfume

At this moment, Yu Si really realized that something was wrong.

How could Pei Yanchuan's possessiveness towards Yang Cici be so strong...

Even in the past, Pei Yanchuan had never shown such strong extremism.

She supported herself on the table with her hands, cold sweat dripping down her forehead, and spoke haltingly:

"Pei Yanchuan... Cici will hate you... Don't you want to have a normal relationship? If Cici knew, she would definitely hate you."

Pei Yanchuan's smile froze, and the corners of his mouth lowered a little.

There was almost no expression on his face, his eyes were numb, his tone was very light, and every word was filled with creepy tenderness.

"Yu Si, I will get him back. As long as everything is dealt with, I will get him back."

"Before this, I won't allow any accidents to happen. Cici can only have me by her side during this period."

"So I will let her get used to my existence from now on. She can only accept me, and even unconsciously she will only want me. She won't accept anyone else."

Yu Si's pupils shrank, and he was so shocked that he couldn't speak. "You...what do you want to do..."

Pei Yanchuan laughed softly: "I don't think so."

“I’m already doing it.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Yanchuan's phone suddenly rang.

He glanced down, his eyes softened slightly, he replied a message, then put it back in his pocket, glanced at Yu Si who was still in a daze, and was about to leave.

At this moment, Yu Si's voice sounded behind him.

"Pei Yanchuan, you're going to see Cici, right?"

He paused and tilted his head slightly.

Yu Si looked at him quietly for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "Then go ahead."

Pei Yanchuan looked at her intently for a few seconds, then turned and left.

After getting in the car, he frowned and thought about Yu Si's reaction just now.

But the sound of a cell phone message interrupted his thoughts again.

Yang Cici: [Then I'll wait for you at the park entrance.]

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There were fewer people in the park after nine o'clock. The cold night wind blew through the woods, and the leaves made a rustling sound.

Yang Cici sat on a stone bench, bent over with her chin supported, waiting for someone.

When she saw a familiar figure walking towards her, she stood up and waved, "Here."

But when the man approached, a very familiar, faint fragrance entered her nose, and Yang Cici paused.

She raised her eyes to glance at Pei Yanchuan and put her hands back in her pockets.

Pei Yanchuan frowned slightly when he saw her thin clothes. "Are you cold? Why don't you meet at the store?"

He took off his suit jacket and was about to cover the girl with it.

Yang Cici took a step back and dodged it.

She seemed not to notice the man's sudden stiffening movement and turned to walk into the park.

"I'm not cold. Let's go. It's better to talk while walking. I don't like sitting in the store."

Pei Yanchuan lowered his eyes, draped his suit over his arm, and followed the girl silently.

They walked in silence like this for five or six minutes.

Yang Cici was the first to break the silence, "Are you eating out tonight?"

Pei Yanchuan paused, then nodded gently: "Yes."

Yang Cici laughed out loud: "With colleagues? Company party?"

Pei Yanchuan didn't say anything, as if he agreed.

Yang Cici sighed: "It's really rare, Pei Yanchuan. When we were together before, I never saw you attend a party."

She thought for a moment, then spoke with some distress, "But it could also be that you've always wanted to attend, but didn't go because of me. Because I said I didn't like seeing you get along with others. Now that I think about it, it seems like I was asking too much of you. Maybe I was a little too willful."

"It's not...it's not because of you, Cici. It's just that I don't want to go." Pei Yanchuan's throat was a little dry and he clenched his fingers.

He didn't like the way they talked.

I really don't like...

It felt like a final parting conversation, like a formal farewell, and it frightened him.

The cool night breeze blew past the two of them, rustling fallen leaves to their feet. In the silent night, the night lights on the roadside illuminated their shadows.

Yang Cici suddenly stopped, looked down at the shadow on the ground, and said softly: "Pei Yanchuan, I think I know the reason for what happened that night."

Pei Yanchuan's heart trembled. In this situation, he suddenly felt a surge of fear and panic.

He almost didn't dare to listen any further, and subconsciously wanted to change the subject and walked forward, "Ci Ci, let's go for a while, wait..."

But before he could finish his words, his wrist was gently grabbed by someone.

"Pei Yanchuan, hug me."

This request came too suddenly. Pei Yanchuan was stunned. By the time he reacted, he had already embraced the person in his arms.

Yang Cici hugged his waist and gently pressed her face against his chest.

The man's arms were warm and broad. She closed her eyes and rubbed gently in his arms. His furry head nuzzled her like a little animal, making a muffled sound.

"You see, that's the reason."

"Pei Yanchuan, you're such a nice person. You've been pampering me since we were together. You agree with everything I say. This is the first time I've met someone as nice as you."

"Even after we broke up, you would still take me home when I was drunk and never refused my requests. I always subconsciously rely on you, but you probably just see me as a friend. It must be very troubling for you to bother you so many times."

She said as she pulled away.

Looking up at the man's dazed expression, Yang Cici slowly narrowed her eyes.

"So, in order not to bother you, I will try to find a new boyfriend as soon as possible, and I will work hard to stop relying on you."

Pei Yanchuan lowered his head in a daze, his face devoid of all expression.

He murmured in a low voice as if he was stupid: "Find a new...boyfriend?"

And then become dependent on each other?

What originally belonged to him is now given to others?

The warm memories of the past were shattered again and again in my mind, and my heart seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, and the sour, confused and desperate pain kept colliding in my chest.

Pei Yanchuan's eyes went dark, his ears were buzzing, his heart ached so much that he couldn't breathe, his arms trembled so much that they fell down weakly, and his whole body was shaking with cold.

Yang Cici took the suit that almost fell to the ground, bent down and gently patted the dust off it.

"Pei Yanchuan, it must have been tiring to obey my words back then. If you had deliberately put a suit stained with someone else's perfume on me before, I would definitely have been angry."

She put the clothes back into Pei Yanchuan's hands and said softly:

"I'll get over my habit of you as soon as possible, so you don't have to deliberately irritate me with the smell of other people's perfume. I know you're already annoyed with me."

Pei Yanchuan's pupils shrank.

……perfume?

What perfume?

Why didn't he smell anything...

Pei Yanchuan grabbed the girl's wrist with red eyes, his voice trembling and flustered, and he even forgot to pretend.

"Ci Ci, I don't... I can't smell it. I really can't smell perfume."