Chapter 37 Please let me go, I really don't know what to do...

Fu Zhiheng drove out in a black Ghost, which was still parked in the parking lot outside Furong Tower.

Luo Xincheng got into the car, fastened her seatbelt, and subconsciously sniffed.

There was no smell of leather or fragrance; only the refreshing aroma of pumpkin and chestnut from the milk tea in my hand lingered around my nose.

Her nerves relaxed instantly, and she adjusted her seat.

Fu Zhiheng glanced at her through the rearview mirror. "There are snacks in the refrigerator, all of them with a mild smell. If you feel bored, you can take some out to eat."

Luo Xincheng said dejectedly, "No, I've eaten enough this afternoon."

I'm too full to eat dinner anymore.

She moved slightly towards the car door, saying, "Don't peek at me through that rearview mirror."

After she finished speaking, she heard a faint, snorting laugh coming from the driver's seat, clearly emanating from his nose.

"I wasn't 'peeping'."

The emphasized pronunciation made Luo Xincheng's brow twitch. "Even looking openly is not allowed."

He lowered his head meekly and changed the subject, "Send me your home address."

Luo Xincheng gave an "oh" and said ambiguously, "I thought you already knew."

His tone was somewhat helpless, "I haven't... reached that point yet."

Although such things can be easily found out by asking around, it is still impolite.

Luo Xincheng didn't say anything more, but sent his home address to his WeChat.

"Want to listen to some music?" he asked, then paused for a second before answering himself, "Okay, I probably don't want to."

Last time he rode in her car from the hospital to the company, he didn't hear her driver make a sound the whole way, so he guessed she just liked the car to be quiet.

Similarly, her car didn't smell at all, so he hasn't been using air fresheners in his usual cars lately. If he feels a bit stuffy, he'll just put some grapefruit peel and lemon slices in it.

She showed no signs of discomfort after getting into the car, which greatly relieved him.

If she's not satisfied this time, she definitely won't want to ride in his car again.

Luo Xincheng rolled down his car window, and fresh air rushed in instantly.

Her disgruntled voice drifted to his ears on the breeze, "You talk too much."

He replied in his usual good-natured manner, "Okay, then I won't say anything more."

He didn't say anything more after that, and neither did Luo Xincheng.

The only sounds in the quiet carriage were the occasional rustling of someone sipping milk tea.

Luo Xincheng stared blankly out the window, watching the setting sun bathe the shops lining the street in an orange-red glow, receding into blurry afterimages. Gradually, her eyelids drooped, becoming heavy.

It is reasonable to suspect that she ate too many sweets in the afternoon, which caused her blood sugar to spike, making her sleepy at that time.

But you absolutely mustn't sleep!

She yawned reluctantly, wiped her eyes, and started playing on her phone, trying to distract herself.

"Are you sleepy?" The voice in front was so gentle it was like trying to lull you to sleep. "You can sleep for a while, I'll wake you when we get there."

Luo Xincheng: "..."

At this point, she finally understood what 'deficiency compensation' meant. Like Fu Zhiheng, who was highly myopic with over 700 degrees of myopia, he was practically blind without his glasses. He couldn't distinguish between male and female at three meters away, and between humans and animals at five meters away. Therefore, his brain would allocate more resources to 'take care of' his other senses, resulting in his excellent hearing.

Even though the car window was still open, the wind kept howling, and she had even covered her mouth with her hand when she yawned, so the sound blended perfectly into the wind.

She immediately became alert and asked, "Were you just looking at me in the rearview mirror again?"

He said, half-laughing and half-crying, "I heard you yawn."

"Oh." She replied dismissively, "I don't want to sleep. Just focus on driving and don't pay attention to me."

"All right."

The carriage fell silent again.

Luo Xincheng also stayed awake the whole time.

Although she was so tired that her head was drooping, she remained conscious and insisted that she had not slept.

The moment the car stopped outside the villa area, she opened her eyes and eagerly unbuckled her seatbelt.

"Just leave it here, I'll go down myself." She yawned repeatedly, and at that moment she just wanted to go outside to clear her head.

Fu Zhiheng turned his head and saw that she had already opened the car door and stepped outside.

"……All right."

Luo Xincheng waved the bag in her hand at him to show that she hadn't forgotten, "I'm leaving, bye-bye, be careful on the road."

Fu Zhiheng rolled down the car window, looked up at her with his eyes upturned, and said in a very obedient tone, "Bye-bye."

She waved to him one last time and walked away without looking back.

Only after her figure completely disappeared from sight did Fu Zhiheng sigh with melancholy, drive home, and get back.

After parking the car in the garage, he opened the back door and bent down to take the milk tea she had finished drinking from the cup holder.

It's always the same; if there's no trash can nearby, I just throw my trash at him. He's too lazy to walk an extra step.

He pinched the straw she had bitten flat and kneaded it back into a round shape.

Just as I was about to close the car door, I suddenly caught a glimpse of something reflecting light under the seat on the other end.

He paused for a moment, sat down in the seat she had been sitting in, picked up the object and saw that it was a small gold padlock.

It must have fallen off the bag.

He took a picture of the padlock: [The charm on your bag fell into my car.]

The reply came quickly: [It's dropped again... Never mind, I don't want it anymore.]

Fu Zhiheng wasn't surprised by the answer, but still said, "[Shall I bring it back to you on your birthday?]"

Luo Xincheng: [Whatever you want. The main problem is that this thing is a bit heavy hanging on my bag. I wasn't planning on keeping it anyway. If you don't mind the hassle, just bring it back to me that day.]

Fu Zhiheng tossed the small lock up and caught it; it felt heavy in his hand.

He replied, "[It's no trouble at all. I was just thinking that if you need it urgently, I'll find some time to send it over to you.]"

She got flustered and quickly refused: "[There's no need, really no need. If you really want it back, I'll pay it back on my birthday. You don't need to come looking for me.]"

I'm really afraid he'll come knocking on my door.

He bit his lower lip in a fit of pique, his cheeks puffing out slightly.

The next second, he realized that was too childish, so he immediately straightened his face and typed seriously: [I understand.]

It seems to be somewhat bot-like.

He thought for a moment, then added: [OKK~]

Luo Xincheng expressed some nausea: [Saying "okay" is fine, saying "okay" is fine too, just don't do this.]

Fu Zhiheng: ? ? ?

Why didn't you say anything when Jiang Xu posted this?!

He reluctantly retracted the message and replied restrainedly: [Okay.]

Luo Xincheng inexplicably sensed a hint of grievance in that simple word. She scratched her head and explained, "[I'm just not used to you using reduplicated words; it feels out of character... Do you know what OOC means?]"

What does OOC mean?

Beyond the definition: In ACGN terminology, it is an abbreviation for "OutOfCharacter," meaning "unconventional or unexpected," and often appears in fan fiction and role-playing...

He read it word by word, his lips drooping, and said honestly, "[I was afraid you'd find chatting with me too boring, so I tried to use a more lively tone... but it made you uncomfortable instead, I'm sorry.]"

Luo Xincheng: [It wasn't boring at all. It was actually quite nice the way it was, so proper and serious. Chatting with you felt very reassuring.]

Down-to-earth...

Fu Zhiheng suddenly clutched his chest, feeling as if an arrow had pierced his heart.

He often heard this adjective in short videos complaining about the matchmaking market. When matchmakers really didn't know how to praise a man, they would say that he was an honest man who lived a down-to-earth life, which sounded like he was just making do.

...That's not what she meant, is it?

He kept pondering the word, trying to defend her: "[Does it mean you feel safe chatting with me, that I won't cross your lines?]"

She answered bluntly: "[Yes, some men seem fine most of the time, but when we're chatting, they'll suddenly bring up really offensive and disgusting topics without any warning.]"

He vaguely sensed what topic might have offended or disgusted her, and cautiously avoided it: [Okay, as long as you don't find chatting with me boring.]

Luo Xincheng: [See? That's how it is.]

Fu Zhiheng was stunned for a moment. For some reason, the tone of her voice when she said those words suddenly echoed in his mind. It was light, with an upward swell at the end, and a hint of smug satisfaction, like a feather floating on his calm lake of heart, stirring up ripples.

He touched his itchy earlobe and pressed his disordered heart, feeling both delighted and guilty.

He wanted to say that he wasn't as upright and celibate as she thought, and that his feelings for her were definitely not pure. He occasionally had some very dirty thoughts. When she was sitting in the back row, dozing off, his suit pants hurt him all the way. He even played with the straw she had bitten before sending her a message.

He patted his burning cheeks, feeling ashamed of these secret and obscene thoughts.

But in the chat interface, he casually changed the subject: "[Did that gold lock originally have a key? I couldn't find the key in the car.]"

After sending the message, there was no reply on the other end of the screen for a long time.

Did you go to check your bag?

He waited patiently, refreshing the page several times, and after a while, a voice message appeared.

He paused for a moment, then his hand clicked the voice message button faster than his brain could process it. Her anxious voice immediately came through the receiver:

"My stepsister's parrot just broke my skincare products. I'm going to go fight it. I have to go now, I'll be back later if anything comes up!"

You could tell she was really anxious and angry; she didn't even have the patience to type.

Hearing her trembling voice and the obvious panting when she breathed, Fu Zhiheng suddenly swallowed, his suit pants tightening even more.

He lifted the hem of his trench coat to cover the unusual appearance of his body, his ears turning red as he replied, "[Okay, go ahead and get busy.]"

Then I clicked on her voice message and listened to it over and over again.

cute……

The scent of her hair seemed to linger in the carriage. He sniffed it, his Adam's apple bobbing rapidly, a burning thirst rising within him.

how so……

When she sent the voice message, she probably didn't expect him to do this, after all, in her heart he had always been a very innocent and honest person... She must be very disappointed in him...

A stuffy, viscous atmosphere swelled up in the cool, enclosed space.

After a long while, he carefully wiped each finger with a wet wipe. His eyes, still flushed, held an insatiable yearning for spring, and his thoughts were still immersed in endless regret and self-reproach.

This car cannot be driven out during this period.

I absolutely cannot drive this car to see her again in the future.