Chapter 8 A Soft Waist That Could Break with a Little Force
The convenience store was brightly lit. Fang Qizhou crossed his arms and stared intently at her.
The girl's black hair was soaked, her long, soft hair cascading down her shoulders. As she bent down to bite into a rice ball, her neck curved in a smooth arc, revealing soft, white skin.
Zhu Fan didn't think there was anything wrong with what he just said, but Fang Qizhou's gaze made her realize that the atmosphere was a bit awkward.
But honestly, she just wanted to cheer Fang Qizhou up. To stop him from being so cynical and from doing dangerous, reckless things in a moment of despair.
His life is her life too.
Zhu Fan put the half-eaten rice ball back on the table and then ate a bite of the other cooked food.
Finally, her gaze settled on the instant noodles that Fang Qizhou had just taken a bite of.
With her mouth stuffed full of food, she pointed at the instant noodles with her cheeks puffed out and asked indistinctly, "Are you sure I want to eat a bite of this too?"
The other food was untouched. Although she didn't understand why Fang Qizhou wanted her to eat a bite of everything, this person never did things according to common sense.
Zhu Fan wasn't sure if Fang Qizhou would eat the instant noodles if she actually ate them.
She was already full.
If she touches this bowl of instant noodles, it would be a waste if Fang Qizhou didn't eat it.
Fang Qizhou stared intently at the girl's clear, innocent eyes and her puffed-out cheeks, his gaze darkening and a shadow rising between his brows.
"You dare to sleep with me in bed, what's there to be afraid of in a bowl of noodles?"
Food suddenly got stuck in Zhu Fan's throat, and he coughed so hard that tears were about to come out.
The girl's eyes were watery, and even the tip of her nose was pink.
He looked like he'd been bullied terribly.
Fang Qizhou curled his lips, "Miss Zhu is indeed two-faced, both in and out of bed."
This sarcastic remark made Zhu Fan realize that Fang Qizhou seemed even more unhappy.
Grandma always said that when you're unhappy or angry, you should stroke your fur in the right direction.
Zhu Fan paused for a moment, then picked up his instant noodles and took a sip of the soup.
She couldn't eat anymore; her stomach was too full.
She glanced at Fang Qizhou discreetly and asked a startling question: "Which side of me do you like?"
Fang Qizhou paused for a moment as he reached for the instant noodles.
Zhu Fan, observing his expression, very tactfully handed it to him.
Fang Qizhou raised an eyebrow and let out a chuckle.
How can someone's mocking laughter be so forceful and controlling?
Zhu Fan is usually very thin-skinned, but after Fang Qizhou's words, the man's sarcasm made her face burn.
When people feel a little awkward, they can't help but find something to do.
For example, check your phone or wipe the table.
During this time, Fang Qizhou finished off every last bite of cooked food she had eaten.
Zhu Fan couldn't help but sigh, because in all her life, even her grandmother had never eaten anything she had left over.
Similarly, she had never eaten anything that others had eaten.
Perhaps because the convenience store was enclosed and not well-ventilated, her clothes were damp and clung to her skin, making her feel both hot and cold.
Zhu Fan rubbed his arms and sneezed several times in a row.
Noticing that people in the convenience store kept staring at her, she looked down at her white T-shirt, which was very transparent and stuck to her skin because of the rain.
Thankfully I changed my clothes before leaving home; it would have been even worse if I had worn a skirt.
Fang Qizhou followed her gaze and loosened his grip on the plastic fork.
The man was tall and had long legs; even when he stood up and relaxed, he still exuded a strong sense of oppression.
Zhu Fan looked up at Fang Qizhou, and stared blankly for a few seconds.
The cashier couldn't help but steal glances at Zhu Fan's corner.
From her perspective, the man stood in front of the girl, and from behind, it looked as if he was holding her in front of him.
He's got amazing boyfriend potential!!!
That's so touching!
Look at that undeniable dominance and possessiveness.
The cashier quietly took out her phone and secretly snapped a photo.
Zhu Fan brushed a stray hair from her forehead, her eyes clear. "Do you want some more food?"
Fang Qizhou lowered his eyes and met her clear gaze. "Let's go."
The man's single syllables are cool and light.
Zhu Fan: "Hmm?"
The girl's voice was soft and gentle, with a heavy nasal tone.
Fang Qizhou had already started walking outside.
Realizing that Fang Qizhou was about to leave the convenience store, Zhu Fan quickly stood up and followed closely behind him.
As Zhu Fan stepped out of the shop, the wind made him sneeze again.
Seeing Fang Qizhou striding ahead without waiting for her, she hurriedly jogged to catch up.
Fang Qizhou's black sports car was parked outside the convenience store.
Even so, the two of them got soaked in the rain and boarded the car.
Zhu Fan had already given up, since she was already soaking wet as much as she could possibly get.
As soon as she closed the car door, a coat was pulled over her head.
Zhu Fan pulled off the coat from his head, and without any hesitation, put it on in a few quick movements, wrapping himself up tightly.
She glanced at Fang Qizhou in the driver's seat and said, "Thank you for your coat."
Almost as soon as she finished speaking, the engine roared up, drowning out her soothing thank you.
The cool scent of mint mixed with herbs wafted from her clothes, making her involuntarily sniff.
It has a clean and pleasant smell.
With a sudden stop, Zhu Fan's body lurched forward.
The girl's brow furrowed and then quickly relaxed, as if she didn't care, but the way she unconsciously gripped her coat and sat upright betrayed her inner unease.
Fang Qizhou looked away from the rearview mirror, and unconsciously lightened his foot from pressing the accelerator.
The next moment, his lips turned cold.
With another sudden stop, he saw the fear in the girl's eyes and frowned slightly.
Could you please slow down?
Zhu Fan covered her lips, her face turning pale.
She felt nauseous.
Fang Qizhou glanced at her but didn't say anything.
Zhu Fan felt the car speed gradually decreasing and rubbed his stomach.
After getting off the bus, Zhu Fan and Fang Qizhou did not exchange any words.
It's not that she doesn't want to talk to him.
She was too upset to speak.
Zhu Fan wrapped her coat tighter and followed Fang Qizhou into the elevator.
Other people entered the elevator, and she subconsciously moved closer to Fang Qizhou.
The man wearing sunglasses made Zhu Fan feel somewhat uncomfortable with his gaze.
She gently tugged at Fang Qizhou's clothes.
Fang Qizhou slowly raised his eyes and met the gaze of the man in sunglasses.
The man in sunglasses coughed, his gaze almost instantly averted.
Fang Qizhou pressed the floor button with his cold, white fingertips, and pulled the person beside him into his arms.
Zhu Fan's eyelashes fluttered.
The man's body temperature and refreshing scent permeated her nostrils.
Just as she was about to struggle, she noticed Fang Qizhou lowering his eyelids to look at her.
The air inside the elevator was quiet, and Zhu Fan nestled stiffly in Fang Qizhou's arms.
The man in sunglasses got off the elevator before them.
Zhu Fan felt the arm around her waist was tight and hot.
"You're hurting me."
As the gentle voice spoke, the elevator doors slowly opened.
The girl's porcelain-white face was framed by a pair of amber eyes that shimmered with tears.
Fang Qizhou's Adam's apple bobbed as he swept the girl up in his arms.
Zhu Fan gasped in surprise and instinctively wrapped her arms around the man's neck.
Fang Qizhou silently raised the corner of his mouth, "Hook it tight."
His waist, as if it could be broken with a single force, was so slender that it seemed as if he could break it with a single pull.
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