Chapter 45 Let’s Just Be Friends
Today is the weekend, and Yang Cici got up after taking a nap in bed.
She slowly walked to the bathroom to brush her teeth, then walked to the living room with her toothbrush in her mouth to look for her cell phone in her bag.
When I opened the screen, the first thing I saw was the message Pei Yanchuan sent yesterday.
I left the key on the table.
Yang Cici looked up and saw the key on the table as expected.
She replied: [OK.]
Soon another message came from the other side.
Pei Yanchuan: [Are you dizzy?]
Yang Cici: [Not dizzy.]
There was silence for a moment.
As if realizing that Yang Cici had no intention of asking, he continued to ask carefully:
[Ci Ci, do you know that I was the one who sent you back? ]
Yang Cici: [I know.]
Seeing the girl's indifference, Pei Yanchuan on the other end of the phone lowered his eyes.
Is Cici angry?
He typed slowly: [So... do you remember what happened last night? ]
Yang Cici: [⊙⊙? ]
"I only remember what happened in the elevator, and I don't remember much after that. Thank you for taking me home. Did I cause you any trouble?"
He looked stunned.
Don't remember?
Don’t you remember those words?
Earlier in the elevator, when he saw the girl walking towards him, Pei Yanchuan thought she had woken up.
So in the room, when the girl took the initiative to kiss him, he thought she was awake.
But in fact... all this is just drunken behavior?
And why did Cici say that at that time?
Who was she thinking about at that time?
Countless chaotic thoughts tangled together, stimulating Pei Yanchuan's fragile nerves. A faint pain spread in his brain. He pursed his lips, staring at the screen and muttering unconsciously:
“Why don’t you ask…”
If all these can be regarded as my own imagination, then why didn't Cici ask him how he ended up there?
Why? Why?
Obviously she used to care about these things, there's no way she couldn't have noticed.
Unless...she no longer cares.
Pei Yanchuan's pupils shrank slightly, his face turned pale, and his breathing became disordered.
He stood up in a panic, took out the medicine with trembling hands, unscrewed the lid, poured out countless pills, and just stuffed them into his mouth.
The bitter taste of medicine spread to the root of the tongue, and dense pain surged in the chest.
The man lowered his head, looking somewhat decadent. The shadow cast by the light obscured his expression, and the bottle cap in his hand fell to the ground.
“Pah—”
"bite--"
At the same time, the cell phone rang, and the crisp sound was extremely abrupt in the living room.
Yang Cici: [(˙-˙) Why aren't you talking? Is it something I did yesterday?]
Pei Yanchuan paused, staring intently at the information on the screen, dark currents surging in his dark pupils, and his Adam's apple rolled.
On the other side, before waiting for Pei Yanchuan's news, Yang Cici went to wash her face first.
When she looked in the mirror, she leaned in to take a closer look at her mouth, then opened it and looked inside.
Hmm...it's okay.
Slightly swollen.
Looking at her messy hair, Yang Cici picked up the comb and slowly combed it with a dazed expression.
After a moment, she stopped, frowned, and stroked her chin in thought.
"Why didn't you reply to the message? Did something else happen?"
She was indeed drunk yesterday, especially after being kissed by Pei Yanchuan. She was so sleepy that she just wanted to sleep and didn't even know when the man left.
Consciousness completely disappeared after saying that sentence.
So did she actually say anything?
Forget it, never mind.
After combing her hair, Yang Cici picked up a rubber band and tied her hair into a small bun. She shook it left and right in front of the mirror. After making sure that no hair was missed, she nodded with satisfaction.
Very good! A perfect hairstyle!
She walked into the living room and picked up her charging phone again, intending to see if Pei Yanchuan had replied.
But after seeing the message sent from the other side, she was slightly stunned.
Pei Yanchuan: [A little accident did happen...]
Yang Cici: [What accident?]
The input state of the opposite side changes back and forth.
Two minutes later, just four words came.
Pei Yanchuan: [You kissed me.]
Yang Cici: “…”
Why are you so direct when you say something like this?
This answer was indeed beyond Yang Cici's expectations.
She sat on the sofa, propped up her chin lazily, and stared at the message for a long time.
His fingertips dropped and he slowly sent a message back.
Yang Cici: [Where did I kiss? (°ο°)]
After these words were spoken, there was another two minutes of silence on the other side.
Then I got a reply.
Pei Yanchuan: [Mouth.]
Yang Cici replied immediately: [Sorry, I'm drunk.]
Looking at the girl's reply, Pei Yanchuan clenched his fists, sweat soaking his palms. Nervousness almost swept through his body, and his heart was pounding.
He carefully composed his words, secretly revealing his love hidden in his words.
[It's okay... I don't mind you kissing me. ]
Yang Cici: [I do mind.]
Pei Yanchuan was stunned for a moment.
He stared at the reply for so long that he almost couldn't recognize what the word "mind" meant.
mind?
Did you mind kissing him, or did you mind kissing him?
Each of these guesses made Pei Yanchuan's heart ache.
His eyes gradually turned red, his lips trembled slightly, and his sanity, which was on the verge of collapse last night, completely collapsed at this moment.
"No……"
Don't mind...
You can't choose anyone else...
His vision was blurred, and Pei Yanchuan typed with difficulty, his fingertips shaking.
The tears rolled down and dripped onto the screen, causing him to accidentally touch the screen several times without typing anything. The sentence that he could usually type in just a few seconds took him five or six minutes to type this time.
[Why do you mind? Cici, do you dislike me? Or do you already have someone else you like?]
But before this message could be sent, the girl sent a long text first.
Yang Cici: [Pei Yanchuan, I've been thinking about our relationship these past few days. Perhaps a month is too short. We weren't that familiar with each other yet. Our initial decision to be together was too hasty, and this relationship was too frivolous. I really couldn't forget you in the first few days, but now I've gradually accepted it. Thank you so much for taking me home last night, and I'm sorry for kissing you. I hope you can forget this and pretend it never happened.]
Yang Cici: [If you don't mind, we can just be friends from now on. If you do mind, we can delete each other and not contact each other anymore.]
These words made Pei Yanchuan stunned.
He sat stiffly where he was, forgetting even to breathe. The blood in his body seemed to be flowing backwards, and his hands and feet were cold.
He looked at the screen mechanically, and every word on it stung his eyes deeply. The dazzling white light made him cry.
"Patta, patta..." Big tears fell on the screen.
After a long silence, he slowly raised his trembling hands and covered his face with sluggish movements. Each finger was trembling in restraint, and his shoulders were shaking violently and uncontrollably.
Tears rolled down from the corners of her crimson eyes, slid across her pale cheeks, and disappeared deep into her collar.
"As friends..." He suddenly laughed out loud, his laughter as dry as sandpaper grinding against rust, hoarse and choked.
The thing I feared most finally happened.
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