Chapter 226 Pushed Down

Cynthia raised the bottle of wine in her hand naturally and said, "I recently won an award. How about celebrating?"

Zhang Ge's scalp felt numb. He took two steps towards her, his eyes unconsciously looking elsewhere. "Let's go, there's a nice cafe nearby."

"No, I have something else to do. Your place is fine," Cynthia said as she walked into the apartment.

"Oh, no," Zhang Ge took a few quick steps and grabbed her arm.

"What?" Cynthia looked up, a hint of self-mockery in her eyes, "You won't let me go to your place anymore?"

"No," Zhang Ge's face flushed, and he subconsciously retorted, "No, it's just too late, you see..."

"Whatever you want!"

Cynthia's heart sank. She threw the wine bottle and lunch box into his arms and turned around to walk out.

Zhang Ge only saw the woman who was usually free and easy, raising her hands to the corners of her eyes sadly.

She cried?!

Zhang Ge's heart was gripped tightly. The woman's raised arm seemed to rub against his heart, making him feel uncomfortable and inexplicably distressed.

"Xia," Zhang Ge called out in a low voice.

Cynthia ignored him and continued walking without looking back, heading nowhere towards home.

Zhang Ge hesitated for a few seconds and quickly chased after him.

"Xia, wait a minute."

Cynthia shook off his arm and turned her back to him, but did not continue walking. "What?"

Zhang Ge stood there, his face a little blurry under the moonlight, the shadows of the trees rustled, and his voice was hoarse. "I don't mean anything else, my house is a bit messy."

"Really? No need to make excuses. How could a military academy instructor's room be messy? Don't you even think of a good excuse to lie to me?"

She raised her hand and wiped her eyes again, with a sad look on her face, "I won't pester you. If you don't want to see me, I won't show up in the future."

Zhang Ge was so anxious that he broke out in a sweat. He and his ex-wife were rarely together. Rather than being in love with each other, it was more like a marriage full of calculations from the beginning to the end. He was calculated and used by a woman, and that marriage was full of pain.

But even so, he had never felt so sad as he did at that moment.

"Let's go," Zhang Ge finally said this.

Cynthia slowly turned her head, her eyes drooping, and said softly, "You don't have to force it."

Zhang Ge quickly interrupted her and said, "Don't force yourself. It's just a bit messy. If you don't mind, then... come on."

After saying that, he stood in front of Cynthia with the bottle of wine, blocking her way.

Cynthia exhaled lightly and stood still.

"Let's go?" Zhang Ge said softly.

Zhang Ge's dormitory truly reflects the simplicity of a single soldier.

This wasn't Xinxia's first visit; they were friends, and she'd often come over to bring herbal remedies and chat. It was just that Zhang Ge's mind had been a bit distracted lately, so he wanted to avoid her.

"You're going on a mission?"

Cynthia naturally opened the locker, took out two wine glasses, sat at the table and clinked glasses with him.

"Ah," Zhang Ge was a little dazed and responded subconsciously.

"Will it take a long time?" Cynthia took a sip of wine and didn't ask about the specific task, but just asked about the time.

"Hmm," Zhang Ge opened his mouth, but couldn't find a particularly suitable word, and finally uttered a word.

"That's perfect, today I can say farewell to you," Cynthia smiled, her smile particularly gentle under the light.

On the table was a carefully prepared medicinal meal, and in front of the table was a girl with a gentle smile...

"You know I..."

Cynthia was about to say something when Zhang Ge immediately interrupted her, "Xia, you deserve the best."

Cynthia's heart sank. She gulped down several glasses of wine and drank them all before Zhang Ge could react.

"Bang", the bottle fell heavily on the table, and Zhang Ge shuddered.

Cynthia had already stood up, propping herself up on the table, pointing her index finger at him, tears welling in her eyes. "Zhang Ge, what I choose is my...hiccup...business."

"Am I bothering you?"

"Am I causing you any trouble?"

Accusations rang in Zhang Ge's ears, and he didn't know how to respond.

"You've drunk too much, let me take you home," Zhang Ge stood up at a loss.

"It's none of your business, go away!"

As Cynthia spoke, she filled the glass with wine again, looked at it with a wry smile, and drank again.

"Don't drink anymore," Zhang Ge couldn't bear to see her like this, so he snatched the wine glass and threw it aside.

"Give it back to me!" Cynthia pushed him hard, but instead of moving him forward, she took two steps back. The chair behind her fell to the ground with a loud noise, and she fell onto the chair legs.

"Thea!"

Zhang Ge quickly stepped forward and grabbed her by the back and pulled her up.

“Leave me alone,” Cynthia’s long hair covered her eyes. She refused to give up even after being pulled out of the water and continued to push him.

"Don't move," Zhang Ge growled. He could feel her warm breath on his chest, and something that he couldn't describe started to revive.

Zhang Ge's face turned red and he couldn't stay any longer, "Let me take you home."

He came to his senses with difficulty and reached out to pull the coat hanging by the door.

Cynthia raised her eyes, grabbed Zhang Ge's collar, looked at his rolling Adam's apple, and kissed him...

"Hmm..." Zhang Ge's hands tightened unconsciously, and it was as if fireworks were exploding in his head.

Perhaps it was the smell of alcohol, or perhaps it was because he was already intoxicated, Zhang Ge stepped back, but was tripped by a chair and fell on the bed just feet away. He subconsciously put his arms around her waist, afraid that she would fall.

Cynthia was propped above him, seeming pleased with the position.

"Xia, this is not good," Zhang Ge roared something and tried to stand up by supporting himself on the edge of the bed.

Cynthia was so drunk that she lost her mind. She tilted her head and looked left and right. She hated it and didn't want to listen!

She lowered her head, and the rest of Zhang Ge's words were blocked in her throat.

I don't know who started it, the only sounds in the room were panting and the sounds of love...

The sunlight came in from the window, and Zhang Ge opened his eyes. As a soldier, he had no habit of sleeping in.

But as soon as he turned his head, he rolled and fell off the bed.

Yesterday...yesterday...

He also found it incredible. Was he healed? Or was it because of people?

Cynthia was still asleep, her expression peaceful, as if she was dreaming about something, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

Zhang Ge put on his trousers in a hurry. Cynthia's eyelashes fluttered and Zhang Ge froze in his tracks. He was holding his shirt, at a loss as to what to do.

Cynthia sat up immediately afterwards, and the quilt slipped off, revealing her smooth back.

She rubbed her eyes, feeling a little uncomfortable due to the hangover, and what came into her sight was Zhang Ge's handsome face.

Zhang Ge and she looked at each other, and they both said at the same time, "You..."

Cynthia looked at him and then at herself, her pupils dilated. She remembered, wailed, and buried her head back in the quilt.

Oh my god, even though she had been dreaming about it for a long time, that didn't mean she really dared to do it! Was it really true that alcohol gave cowards courage?

"Would you like to get dressed first?"

Zhang Ge took his shirt and carefully placed the scattered clothes on the bedside, then turned and went to the bathroom...

He slapped his face fiercely, slammed the stage, and cursed inwardly, "Zhang Ge, you bastard!"

Five minutes later, Zhang Ge pushed open the bathroom door. Cynthia's back was facing him, her hand already on the door handle.

"Thea, where are you going?"

Zhang Ge asked cautiously, he couldn't pretend nothing happened.

Cynthia's face was calm, "I'm sorry for yesterday. If you find it unacceptable, I will try to show up less often."

Zhang Ge was a little confused and even panicked. Was it the rhythm of not recognizing people after sleeping?

Zhang Ge stood there, his face still wet with water, "I... I will take responsibility..."

"No need, I'm leaving first," Cynthia said, picking up her things and preparing to leave.

Zhang Ge stepped forward quickly, his hands faster than his brain, and grabbed her wrist, locking her tightly in his arms, growling, "What do you want?"

"Let go," Cynthia hit him, "I don't want to force you."

"I won't force it! Are you backing out now?"

Seeing that the woman was about to break free again, Zhang Ge put his big hands on the back of her head and said to her without question. Cynthia's struggle became weaker and weaker.

"I love you, but I'm afraid I can't make you happy..." Zhang Ge said with difficulty, leaning against her forehead.

Cynthia's eyes were red. She finally...finally heard these words.

She hugged Zhang Ge's waist tightly and cried loudly on his chest.

I have been cured. I drank a lot of medicinal food before.

(End of this chapter)