Do you want to be with me?
The rented car was returned, and the shop wasn't far from the hotel. Wen Dai put one hand on her waist, her eyes glancing at the rows of motorcycles in the neighboring shops. She really had a soft spot for motorcycles... unfortunately, she didn't have a driver's license, so she could only ride a bicycle.
With a sigh of weariness, Wen Dai, who was dazed and lost in thought, swung her arms and waited for Chen Sizhe, but unexpectedly—
The roar was deafening. She looked up and saw that the source of the roar was right in front of her. And who else could be sitting in the car but that old dog Chen Sizhe?
At that moment, Wen Dai truly felt the advantage of long legs, and—just how long Chen Sizhe's legs were.
Fortunately, this guy usually dresses in various styles on his days off, and today's outfit is just right for riding a motorcycle. He picked up another helmet and handed it to Wen Dai, raising his chin and saying, "Get on."
The person he called didn't move, standing there staring blankly at him. Chen Sizhe turned his head away, and just as he was about to unleash his power, the voice from below came through his helmet: "Chen Sizhe, the way you look reminds me of Kamen Rider."
Chen Sizhe paused for a moment.
Someone added: "The kind that gets you fed too much Sanlu milk powder."
Chen Sizhe's back molars were clenched together.
Just as Chen was about to ingest the exhaust fumes from the motorcycle in a fit of anger, Wen swiftly climbed onto the motorcycle—perhaps even "climbed" is an exaggeration.
Fearing that Chen Sizhe might actually abandon her and run away, Wen Dai pounced on him, landing on the back seat in a horizontal position. Her knees and thighs hit the motorcycle somewhere, and she screamed and howled in pain.
Chen Sizhe, his brows furrowed, braked. He was about to get off the car when someone behind him grabbed his clothes.
"Wait, wait, wait a minute!"
People who were not on the same wavelength entered a strange state of tacit cooperation. Wen Dai put on her helmet, and her hands changed from grabbing Chen Sizhe's clothes to climbing on his shoulders. She struggled to straighten her body and then used the leverage to straddle him and sit down.
The oblivious woman seemed completely unfazed by her position, chest to back against the man's. She reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist, her hand resting on his abdomen with no intention of groping him. Instead, she tapped it twice as if pressing a start button, shouting, "Let's go! Let's go!"
Chen Sizhe, treated as a mere tool, swallowed hard. The hand around his waist was slender enough to be felt, but the thing pressing against his back was quite plump, making one wonder if all her flesh had gone to the right places.
Suppressing his unease, Chen Sizhe started the motorcycle and rode with her at a pace that would be considered an old man's walking speed in the world of motorcycles. When they reached the coastal road, as he expected, the person behind him excitedly shouted, "Wow, Chen Sizhe, how did you know that I wanted to ride a motorcycle to the beach the most! It seems that our long-term cooperation has indeed created some tacit understanding."
A woman's sweet voice and soft body are incredibly alluring to a man nearing thirty who has never been in a relationship.
The silent Chen Sizhe was regretting his momentary soft-heartedness.
But Wen Dai in the back seat was very excited. She reached around to grab his clothes and rubbed her body against his hard back without feeling uncomfortable. Her attention was focused on the churning waves of the sea. The howling wind blew her long hair and her exposed arms felt the coolness in the heat. The warm and cool wind swirled around her.
This feeling of freedom allowed her to temporarily forget her lost home and parents, and also temporarily reminded her of them.
Are forgetting and remembering contradictory?
It's just that I feel relaxed on one hand, and sad on the other.
There's no trace of my parents in the winds of the bay city, no mark of them in the sea. I feel the freedom that comes with traveling, yet I can't help but want to hold onto the chains that bind me to the past.
"Chen Sizhe, I miss my parents." Wen Dai said softly, not expecting him to hear her. But if he did hear her, she felt a little tempted to open her heart to him.
"Don't let your longing stop you." That was his reply to her.
The motorcycle finally came to a stop on the shore. Helmets were placed on the motorcycle, and they leaned against it, standing side by side, gazing into the distance.
Wen Dai tilted her neck slightly, her eyelashes trembled, and although the sun was gone, her eyes still felt the ultraviolet rays were too bright.
He reached into his pocket, intending to pull out a cigarette, but suddenly remembered that he hadn't smoked in a long time.
Chen Sizhe caught her momentary lapse in concentration and glanced at her sideways. "Want a smoke?"
He remembered when they first met last year, not long after. He hadn't said anything then, but she looked very forlorn when she smoked. A facade of happiness.
"Yeah... but I haven't smoked in a long time. I used to have a habit of carrying cigarettes with me, but habits just disappear." No longer with her former carefree attitude, Wen Dai rested her hands on the car seat, tilted her head back, and looked up at the turbulent sea with slightly lowered eyes.
“Actually, I don’t want to live at all. I don’t want to die. What I’ve been thinking is—if I had gone astray back then and hadn’t gone to tutoring classes, but had secretly stayed at home, could I have gone with my parents? That would have been a reunion… Whether the case is overturned or not, it’s all unimportant now. Anyway, I’m dead, and we’re all dead.”
Her brows were furrowed, and faint lines appeared between them. Her eyelids drooped, obscuring her dark pupils.
She didn't even want to stand. She wanted to squat down, but her back would probably be "severely injured" by the motorcycle again. Wen Dai sighed deeply, her neck bent and her eyes on the ground. She whispered, "I don't want to be abandoned, but I'm always alone."
Chen Sizhe didn't say anything, but his face was turned towards her, while she didn't look at him.
“Sometimes I ask myself, what was the point of participating in all sorts of events like I was risking my life? Actually, there wasn’t anything I was after. I just felt that I was still alive, and if there was anything I could do to help, I would. Anyway, I’m not afraid of dying.” She adopted an indifferent attitude again, raised her face, and looked up at the sky.
The unreliable scoundrel Chen Sizhe stared at her for a long time before suddenly saying, "If your eyes weren't red when you spouted nonsense, you'd be more credible." He used this line to pick up on her words, completely lacking in emotional intelligence.
"...Chen Sizhe, be careful! I might impulsively pull you into the sea with me."
Wen Dai's threat had no deterrent effect whatsoever. She should have been furious, but instead, the corners of her mouth curled up. She raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, relaxed her shoulders, and muttered, "Spending so much time with you makes me feel like I'm actually developing masochistic tendencies."
"You must have suffered a lot." A statement. His thoughts were even more unpredictable and ruthless than hers; just as she was about to turn the page on the past, he pulled her back.
Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. Wen Dai panicked, turned her face away, covered herself with her hands, and awkwardly wiped away her tears, saying, "What's a little thing? Many people have suffered. Those who haven't are lucky."
"Did you used to try not to cry like this? Or tell yourself that someone else is suffering more than you, so you have no right to complain? You must have." It sounded like a question, but it was ultimately a statement. Chen Sizhe knew everything.
She could feel the meaning of tears streaming down her face. Wen Dai buried her head, took out a tissue from her pocket and wiped away the tears on her face. She pursed her lips tightly and finally managed to utter a sound, but what came out was: "No wonder you are a man who has lived five years longer than me, you saw through me."
Like a hedgehog, it hides its wounds and uses its quills to prick itself in order to see the existence of its wounds.
But those who were stabbed by her did not feel any pain.
Chen Sizhe reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her into his embrace with a bit of force. Holding her, he was just as awkward as she was, his lazy tone carrying a deep voice: "As your partner, I'll reluctantly offer you some comfort."
As if entering a safe zone, Wen Dai stretched out her arms and hugged his back, burying her face in his chest as she held him tightly. Tears soaked the front of his clothes, and her slurred words were muffled by sobs: "Chen Sizhe, you're such a bastard..."
A somber atmosphere might be able to create such an atmosphere, and so might tears. The wetness on his chest seeped into Chen Sizhe's eyes. He held the trembling person in his arms, silently shedding tears, and suddenly felt a lump in his throat.
When Wen Dai suddenly looked up to say something, what she saw was Chen Sizhe, whose fox-like eyes were red and filled with tears—his pale skin was tinged with red at the corners of his eyes, his thick black eyelashes were wet, and his black pupils looked even clearer. However, the thin tear light made his already somewhat effeminate face look more pitiful.
"Holy crap. Chen Sizhe, are you a crybaby?"
Before her own voice had even recovered, Wen Dai had already climbed to the higher ground. Thinking she had something on the person in front of her, she smirked and pulled out her phone to take a picture of Chen Sizhe. "I'm going to record your dirty secrets, hehehe..."
Perhaps childishness is contagious; Chen Sizhe reached out and snatched her phone without hesitation, and the two adults who were having a heart-to-heart talk just a moment ago suddenly became children again.
Despite being at a disadvantage in both height and strength, Wen Dai could only watch helplessly as her phone was snatched away. She had initially planned to recover the photos from her recently deleted folder, but as she pondered this, she suddenly remembered the photos she had taken and saved on her phone at the beginning of the year…
Those peach blossom eyes widened, and the person who had initially seemed uninterested in the fight suddenly became competitive. She stood on tiptoe, stretching out her arms to try and snatch the phone back from Chen Sizhe's hand, but—
"...You really don't have a crush on me?"
The person holding her phone easily dodged to the other side, leaving her with nothing. Her slightly lowered face showed hesitation.
This is not the usual joking attitude.
Wen Daixin felt a chill run down her spine.
It's no wonder Chen Sizhe felt that way. Anyone who gets hold of another person's phone would only want to delete some of the photos they want to delete, but they never expected to find a very old photo of themselves—a photo of themselves still sleeping.
It's clear that it was a few months ago, on the day they left the Li family's house and went to the hospital, that she woke up before him and then secretly took the photos.
Wen Dai looked up at Chen Sizhe with what she thought were sincere eyes and explained, "What I'm about to say is definitely not an excuse... That day, you were asleep and suddenly fell on my head, so I just wanted to take a picture to use as your embarrassing history. I forgot to delete it later."
Who knew that filming this guy's embarrassing past would result in a work that shows Nuwa's favoritism?
Unfortunately, Chen Sizhe interpreted her current demeanor and behavior as mere embarrassment and sophistry.
The man casually fiddled with his phone, his eyelids drooping, glancing at her thoughtfully. After a long while, he finally said "oh" and handed the phone back to Wen Dai.
"You can tell me if you have a crush on someone, I won't laugh at you."
When Wen Dai took back her phone, she felt like vomiting blood. But when she lifted her eyelids, she met a pair of fox-like eyes and didn't find the mischievousness she expected. Instead, she saw a serious expression on her face.
A sigh escaped her lips, and Wen Dai's shoulders slumped. She stuffed her phone back into her pocket and said helplessly, "Do you really want me to have a crush on you? Don't worry, I won't suddenly blurt out 'I have a crush on you, I like you' at this crucial moment. I'm counting on you for future lawsuits. People who do things like this usually want to get a super low price or a freebie. Don't worry, I'm not that kind of person."
She patted her chest, creating an extremely cheerful and confident aura.
But her momentum didn't last long, because the next second Chen Sizhe said something that destroyed her momentum: "Now you're starting to think about me again... I really can't help but suspect that you have a crush on me."
Wen Dai truly felt at that moment that some people don't necessarily have to live.
She crossed her arms and leaned back on the motorcycle, giving up on struggling. She tilted her head, squinted at him, and said in a self-deprecating tone, "If that's how you think, there's nothing I can do. So, I'll just go along with what you want to say, okay? Yes, yes, I have a crush on you. I've liked you for a long time. Do you want to be with me?"
A barrage of words rained down like bullets from an automatic rifle.
However, Chen Sizhe was not injured and even took the bullet from her.
The man's posture shielded him from the ultraviolet rays and soft light, casting shadows on his face. His tousled hair fluttered in the sea breeze, and his dark eyes met hers for a long time. "Okay."
good?
The answer was not what Wen Dai had expected. Faced with such an unexpected word, her arms, which were crossed over her chest, slowly fell down, and her eyes gradually became incredulous. "Do you know what you're saying?"
Chen Sizhe didn't miss the panic in her eyes. The man moved his fingers, suddenly turned around to face her side, patted the motorcycle, and his tone suddenly turned cold: "I was just playing with you. Get on."
Relieved, Wen Dai smiled again. After he got on, she put on her helmet and spoke before her voice was muffled by the helmet: "I didn't expect you to have such a wicked sense of humor, Chen Sizhe. You scared me to death." As usual, she clung to the person in front of her for support, and after getting on the motorcycle, she wrapped her arms around his waist just like when she got on.
She is easygoing and doesn't dwell on things, while the other person deals with her chaotic inner world all by herself.
Even those who don't carry burdens in their hearts actually have things on their minds.
Back at the hotel, Wen Dai thought about the person in the other room the whole time she was taking a shower and lying in bed.
Considering Qiu Kou's financial situation, and the fact that both she and Chen Sizhe had high standards for hotel accommodations, they had no choice but to find a suite at a hotel. Chen Sizhe's room was the one opposite hers.
The softness on her back caught her, and her eyes, which had been open for a long time, were still staring at the ceiling.
Actually, her heart was beating very fast when Chen Sizhe said "okay".
After he changed his tune, I felt inexplicably disappointed.
She pulled the blanket over herself and let out a long, drawn-out "ah."
That's really terrible.
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