Chapter 64 You Are Really Slow
Why kiss him?
Some things did not exist before, but now they are about to emerge.
The strange coincidence at that time seemed to be a strong medicine. When Zhou Zhou came out of the elevator, he could still think of the bad look on Cheng Yu's face and felt angry.
It was obvious that he had been pestering her, but she didn't get much benefit from it.
A light question hung over her head like an lingering haze. Zhou Zhou had to admit that Cheng Yu was right.
They ended too quickly.
Even if she resists psychologically, she will still be attracted unconsciously.
They are the same kind of people, like a mirror. She understands him and he understands her.
Zhou Zhou never thought of himself as an indecisive person. He was not shy about sex, nor did he worry about love, and he would not rack his brains over unreasonable interpersonal relationships.
When he pestered her, she never got tired of it.
This time he got out of the elevator by himself and left her inside. Even if there hadn't been the incident of someone else pressing the button just now, he had already made plans to let her make her own choice.
He left the choice to her: go down or come out.
Zhou Zhou knew that this was Cheng Yu's trap.
Too obvious a trap.
The trap wasn't even hidden; it was placed right in front of her. To put it bluntly, it was a bait-and-switch for those who wanted to take it.
You can choose from the moment you get off the bus.
He refused to do so. He stopped at the most critical moment and then threw out that question, which made her feel neither good nor bad.
Zhou Zhou had never seen such a man.
All the men she met were playthings in her hands.
Of course, if Yan Yiqi wanted to, he could do it, but he is so calm and composed that he would never bother to do such a thing. Only Cheng Yu could do it.
His traps were deliberately made of shoddy and low-level materials, a darkness that he disdained to hide.
It seems that he is always taking the initiative, but in fact he is taking every step carefully.
Zhou Zhou couldn't really say that his trap was low-level, because she was standing in the elevator at the moment, but began to hesitate whether to press the button.
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Cheng Yu raised his chin slightly and looked at the display screen above the buttons.
Ever since it landed on the first floor, the number 1 remained motionless and unresponsive for a long time.
He put his hands in his pockets, his throat feeling a rare itch.
Cheng Yu rarely smokes and isn't addicted to cigarettes. Occasionally, after a few drinks, he'll smoke a couple of cigarettes on a whim, but most of the time, he'll carry a pack of cigarettes for three to five days without even opening it.
There was a trash can next to the elevator. He took a cigarette, lit it, and held the cigarette butt in his mouth without moving.
He was not in a hurry to smoke it, but quietly let it burn and spread on its own.
Cheng Yu's patience was not very good, and it was not his style to stand foolishly at the elevator door and wait. He could have gone back to his room and lay down, or sat on the sofa, waiting for her to knock on the door herself.
Even if she hadn't come up, he wouldn't have to stand here like a fool.
After two or three minutes, he was already feeling a bit irritated and wanted to leave. The crisp smell of tobacco was just the right amount, slowly suppressing his impatience.
When the cigarette was almost burned out, Cheng Yu took his first puff and casually put it out in the quartz sand at hand.
Light another one.
Will she come up?
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Do you want to go up?
Zhou Zhou was still thinking about this question while sitting in the car.
Her body's hesitation was honest. From the hotel to the car, she walked very slowly, her thoughts wandering all the way.
She started the car, but was hesitant to step on the accelerator or turn the steering wheel.
The heater has warmed up the entire car, and the exposed skin feels a little hot and dry, but the heart seems not to be filled with warmth yet.
Zhou Zhou was in no hurry to leave.
She opened the car window, opened the drawer, took out a cigarette, and sat in the car to smoke quietly.
When she was alone in a foreign country and missed home, or was overwhelmed by the academic pressure, she would quietly light a cigarette to relieve her inner anxiety.
She is also anxious now.
I was anxious about whether or not she should admit this herself.
Whether it's sex or something else.
After finishing a cigarette, she still had no answer.
This seemed to be a much more difficult decision than homesickness and studies. After the smoke dissipated, these problems could not be easily solved. Smoking was just a way to relieve her stress. In the end, she still had to overcome the problem.
Whether or not to go up at this moment was not something she had to overcome.
It's her choice.
Zhou Zhou thought, why should I be swayed by these emotions?
Pleasing oneself, isn't this one's life creed? Why does one waver and hesitate when it comes to Cheng Yu?
"Am I really afraid of loving him?" she asked herself.
After thinking about it, he laughed at himself.
She has no heart, so why should she be afraid of this?
Zhou Zhou pushed the door and got out of the car. Her hesitation was instantly gone. She threw the cigarette butt into the trash can and walked into the hotel lobby again.
The elevator stopped on the 30th floor.
She pressed the button and the numbers fell down little by little.
…
The numbers on the display once again went up from the first floor.
Cheng Yu leaned against the wall opposite the elevator, tilting his head back in a daze.
The numbers jumped many times and never stopped at his floor. His face was still as calm and indifferent, and no one knew what he was obsessed with.
In Cheng Yu's life, there are very few times when he has to wait for others.
Even if I wait, it shouldn't be a purposeless wait in a situation like this.
Waiting for an unknown answer.
He knew that Zhou Zhou felt the same way as he did, but he couldn't bet that she would make the same decision. After all, she was so sensitive that a few words could touch her bottom line.
If she got stubborn, he wouldn't be sure.
Cheng Yu found it funny when he thought about it. He put so much effort into sleeping with a woman, and even threw out a hook that he didn't know whether anyone would bite.
But he did it.
He watched as the elevator stopped on the 42nd floor for a long time without moving, and it didn't reach his floor yet.
Cheng Yu changed his standing posture, lowered his head, shook out another cigarette and took a bite.
After lighting the cigarette, he slowly put the cigarette and lighter into his pocket and smoked a cigarette seriously for the first time.
"Finish this one." He left himself the last bit of time.
Cheng Yu knew that it would be too late to finish a cigarette.
The other elevator is still at the top of the building, and this one on the 42nd floor is the fastest.
Even if someone pressed the elevator button on the first floor, went down from the 42nd floor to the 66th floor, his cigarette would have burned to the butt long ago.
This time it’s not aimless, it’s not unknown, but there is only one.
But he didn't know that when there was only one answer, there would be some unexpected surprises.
Why do we have to go down from the 42nd floor?
The scarlet light on his fingertips flickered, and through this little red light he saw that the number 42, which had not moved for a long time, suddenly reacted.
Not down, but up.
Cheng Yu stood up straight, and suddenly he lost the desire to smoke the cigarette in his hand. He stared at the flashing floor numbers in the elevator.
Soon, the elevator stopped on the 66th floor.
The people in the elevator were also looking up at the floor. They turned around when they heard the beep and saw Cheng Yu's face again through the crack of the open door.
Zhou Zhou was a little surprised: "Why are you still here?"
Cheng Yu smiled and looked at the watch on his wrist: "Nineteen minutes, you are really slow."
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