He was afraid that if he were honest with her, he would break the current delicate balance, and he was also afraid that he would be powerless to respond to Leng Yue's passionate feelings.
A moment later,
Lu Qingzhou managed to say with difficulty, "Leng Yue, I...I didn't mean to. I drank too much and my mind wasn't clear. I apologize for my offense just now."
But these weak explanations seemed so powerless at this moment, not what Leng Yue wanted to hear at all, and unable to soothe the agitated emotions in Leng Yue's heart.
Leng Yue stared intently at Lu Qingzhou, tears streaming down her somewhat tragically beautiful face like pearls. Anger instantly filled her mind: "You've had too much to drink? So you can treat me like this? You've taken liberties with me. Don't you care about me at all?"
Her eyes were filled with pain, the pain of being ignored and misunderstood by the person she loved, like a burning flame that seared her heart.
Seeing that he remained silent, Leng Yue felt as if her heart had fallen into an ice cave.
The moment she turned around, tears streamed down her face like a burst dam.
Lu Qingzhou suddenly reached out in a panic, but only managed to grab the hem of Leng Yue's thin nightgown.
With a sharp "sizzle," the air seemed to freeze instantly.
Leng Yue stood frozen in place, a chill creeping up her spine from her skin.
She turned around mechanically, her gaze meeting Lu Qingzhou's terrified eyes.
Lu Qingzhou stared at the white expanse before her... her pupils contracted sharply, and her mind went blank.
The effects of the alcohol, which had only partially sobered me up, instantly became completely sober.
He stared at the tattered cloth in his hand, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
My mind was filled with nothing but chaotic thoughts.
"Damn, Leng Yue's pajamas are really bad quality, they're so white!"
Holy crap, what was I thinking? Now it's even harder to explain.
How am I going to handle this? Leng Yue must hate me to death! How did I make things like this?
Is it too late for me to run away now?
Leng Yue instantly snapped out of her daze, crossed her arms to cover her exposed skin, and without looking back, ran straight to her bedroom, tears streaming down her face.
The door slammed shut.
Watching Leng Yue's hasty retreat, Lu Qingzhou slumped onto the sofa, pressing her hands tightly against her forehead, filled with frustration and helplessness.
Leng Yue rushed into the bedroom, leaned against the door, and slowly slid down to sit on the floor.
She hugged her knees tightly, buried her face in her arms, and her body trembled uncontrollably.
Humiliation, anger, and disappointment intertwined, trapping her in the dark bedroom.
at the same time,
Su Qingyao hurriedly ran out of the bathroom, wrapped in a wet bath towel.
Water droplets dripped from her hair, wetting her shoulders. She saw Lu Qingzhou sitting alone on the sofa, her hands holding her head, looking annoyed.
She didn't see Leng Yue in the living room. She had clearly heard Leng Yue's angry shouts earlier and immediately sensed that something was wrong.
Her gaze swept over Lu Qingzhou's pale face and the messy living room, then looked at Leng Yue's tightly closed door, a wave of doubt rising in her heart.
She stepped forward and gently nudged Lu Qingzhou, "What...what's wrong with you two?"
Lu Qingzhou looked up, his gaze lingering briefly on Su Qingyao before quickly looking down again.
His lips moved, but he only managed to utter half a sentence: "I...I drank too much tonight, and I accidentally..."
His words faded into the air, leaving him feeling utterly powerless.
He really didn't know how to explain this scene to Su Qingyao.
Su Qingyao glanced thoughtfully at Leng Yue's room.
Suddenly, she remembered Leng Yue's indistinct, angry shouts from earlier, the sound like a rusty nail still hanging over her eardrums.
Su Qingyao held the glass in her fingertips, brought it to his lips, and said softly, "Drink some water first, I'll go make you some hangover soup."
Her voice was deliberately gentle.
As she turned around, a subtle, complex emotion flickered in her eyes.
Whether it was worry or unease, it ultimately turned into a very soft sigh.
Lu Qingzhou stared at Su Qingyao's retreating figure as she walked into the kitchen, and for a moment, his image overlapped with Leng Yue's hasty escape.
His gaze shifted to Leng Yue's tightly closed door, which acted like an invisible barrier, locking all the chaos and embarrassment inside.
He braced his hands on the sofa, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the creases of the fabric. The rough texture of the fabric reminded him of the lingering warmth on his fingertips—the warmth of Leng Yue's skin, and that cry-filled gasp.
My heart is filled with lingering guilt and confusion.
Leng Yue curled up in the corner, her knees pressed against her chest, as if that could block the dull pain coming from her heart.
Every sound from outside the door made her tense up, her nails digging deep into her palms, the taste of blood spreading between her teeth.
......
Su Qingyao returned to the living room with the hangover soup.
She handed the hangover soup to Lu Qingzhou.
She watched Lu Qingzhou's disordered breathing, her trembling fingers gripping the rim of the bowl, the soup rippling in the bowl, and felt a pang of heartache.
"Here, drink this hangover soup. It will make you feel better."
Lu Qingzhou said thank you and downed half a bowl in one gulp.
Su Qingyao took the bowl from Lu Qingzhou and placed it aside.
Sitting next to Lu Qingzhou, he sighed softly, "You lie down for a while, I'll go take a shower first, and then I'll go check on Yueyue later."
Lu Qingzhou nodded, leaned back on the sofa, and closed his eyes.
The image of Leng Yue's broken tears grew ever clearer in her mind.
Like a movie playing in his mind, he recalled all of Leng Yue's strange behavior during this period.
I remember her always quietly tidying up the files he messed up in the office.
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