Chapter 160: The Self-Torture Strategy
Before his lips fell, Wen Nanxi opened her eyes and stared at Fu Ci Yan who was so close to her without blinking.
Those clear eyes revealed Fu Ciyan's thoughts.
Fu Ci Yan felt inexplicably embarrassed, and for a moment he didn't know whether he should continue the kiss.
Wen Nanxi raised a hand and touched his forehead.
"Well, the fever has subsided. I asked Aunt Zhao to make some porridge. Go and have some."
Fu Ci Yan nodded slightly. They had missed the best time and it would be impolite to kiss her now, so they had to stand up.
Wen Nanxi was still a little sleepless, so he covered his mouth and yawned, thinking of going back to his room to catch up on some sleep.
As soon as she stood up, she suddenly found that her right leg was numb from being pressed.
I was not so alert to begin with, and I lost my balance and fell to the side without noticing.
"careful!"
Fu Ci Yan subconsciously reached out and pulled the person into his arms.
Wen Nanxi was frightened. She grabbed Fu Ciyan's collar and screamed, her heart pounding with fear.
"Are you okay?"
Fu Ciyan's voice sounded above her head, and Wen Nanxi felt a little embarrassed:
"Um... my legs are numb, sorry..."
Fu Ciyan chuckled:
"So polite to me?"
His voice fell into my ears, causing a tingling sensation.
Only then did Wen Nanxi realize that she was still holding Fu Ciyan's collar, and even several buttons were torn open, revealing her strong abdominal muscles, which were hard and elastic, and immediately attracted Wen Nanxi's attention.
She liked Fu Ci Yan's muscles the most, every line on his body was full of temptation.
He usually wears a suit and is always meticulous.
Who could have known that all those hidden places would be so captivating?
She likes to look and touch, but is embarrassed because of her face.
There were so many nights when Fu Ci Yan held her hand and led her to explore those ravines.
The heart seemed to beat faster, and an atmosphere of ambiguity spread between the two.
Fu Ciyan lowered his head slightly and touched her hair with the tip of his nose:
"Want to see? Do you want me to take it off and show you?"
Wen Nanxi: ...
She seems to have been teased!
"I see you're feeling better now, your fever's gone, and you can still flirt with people. Let's go get the divorce certificate."
Fu Ciyan:!!!
"No, I'm still weak."
He swayed as if he was unsteady, then covered his head.
"I have a headache. I wonder if the fever is coming back."
Wen Nanxi: (_)
She was too lazy to pay attention to Fu Ci Yan, so she pushed him away and left.
Fu Ciyan sat on the bed:
"You unbuttoned my shirt, won't you help me button it up?"
Wen Nanxi smiled: "I'll help you tie it, and then we can get a divorce, okay?"
Fu Ciyan silently began to button his clothes:
"I can do it myself."
Wen Nanxi snorted and returned to her room.
Fu Ci Yan was left alone and sighed silently.
Being too healthy is not a good thing.
I put so much effort into catching a cold yesterday, but how come I just took a pill and slept and it’s gone?
"We have to think of a way...make the illness more serious..."
Fu Ci Yan muttered to himself, his eyes gradually becoming firm. He looked at the bathroom and walked in resolutely.
He didn't even take off his clothes, but poured cold water on himself. Although he was shivering from the cold, he remained calm.
He pushed open the bathroom window again, and the cold winter wind blew in directly, and he shivered subconsciously.
As he was showered with cold water and blown by cold wind, his lips gradually turned purple and his strength gradually faded away.
Suddenly, there was a sound of a door being pushed open. Before Fu Ciyan could react, he heard a cold voice:
"Fu Ciyan, is it fun?"
The face that was usually gentle was now full of coldness.
Fu Ci Yan suddenly felt that Wen Nanxi's eyes were colder than the water and wind.
"I……"
Wen Nanxi was extremely upset:
"How old are you? Are you still trying to escape by hurting yourself like this? Fu Ciyan, I misjudged you."
Wen Nanxi slammed the door shut, causing Fu Ciyan's heart to tremble.
"It's bad...I'm in trouble..."
Fu Ci Yan gave a bitter smile; he was completely screwed.
After turning off the faucet, he changed his wet clothes, stood in front of Wen Nanxi's room as if he was going to the execution ground, and knocked on the door.
"Nanxi, are you there?"
"Come in, the door is not locked."
Wen Nanxi's cold voice came from the room. Fu Ci Yan took a long breath and pushed open the door.
She was sitting in a rocking chair on the balcony with her eyes closed. The sunlight shining through the window cast a halo on her.
Although everything seemed peaceful, Fu Ci Yan could still feel Wen Nanxi's emotions.
She was unhappy, very unhappy.
Fu Ci Yan looked around the room, his heart sinking.
Her luggage had been packed, and the white suitcase was leaning against the corner of the wall. The commonly used items in the room had been put away. It was obvious that she was ready to leave at any time.
"Nanxi...are you leaving?"
"Well, I was originally planning to leave today after getting the divorce certificate. You can go talk to your parents yourself."
Wen Nanxi didn't open her eyes, she didn't want to look at him.
He's such a grown man, yet he still uses the self-torture trick. It's really annoying.
"Between us..."
"No way."
There was no emotion on Wen Nanxi's face, but his voice was very cold.
"Fu Ciyan, I don't know what you mean by dragging it on. I'm really tired. Can you please let me go?"
Fu Ciyan's heart instantly tightened.
"Listen to me, today..."
"I don't want to hear it."
Wen Nanxi interrupted him:
"I don't want to hear anything you say. I just want to ask you one question: when can I get the divorce certificate?"
She was rarely so aggressive. Fu Ci Yan was a little dazed, and his brain seemed to have turned into a mess.
"I won't divorce you, Nanxi. I've already said that I don't want to lose you..."
A surge of anger rushed into Wen Nanxi's heart, and he could no longer hold it in. His eyes turned red with anger:
"Fu Ciyan, is it fun for you to keep pestering me like this? I don't love you. Maybe I loved you before, but now and in the future I will never love you. I just want to break up with you."
Every word she said was like a knife piercing his heart.
Every wrong thing he did in the past has become retribution today.
He stroked his forehead, his voice hoarse, and there was a hint of pleading in it:
"I can't do it... Nanxi, can you tell me what I should do so that you won't leave me?"
Wen Nanxi's heart was also tightened. She stood up and said word by word as if she was confronting Fu Ciyan:
"No matter what you do, it's impossible."
She swallowed the unspeakable bitterness in her throat and said firmly:
"Since you're alright, let's go get the divorce certificate now. No matter what, I'm going to divorce you today!"
Fu Ciyan could no longer stand steadily. He staggered, supporting himself on the table with his hands, his face bitter.
"We can't live without each other."
Wen Nanxi frowned: "Can't divorce?"
Fu Ciyan looked at Wen Nanxi and said sadly:
"I withdrew my divorce application a long time ago. We can't get divorced."
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