21 Go away, I don't want to see you
After saying this, Jin Lang kissed him roughly again. Liu Yuwei knew that she was not strong enough to resist him, so she could only bite his lips hard. Taking advantage of the moment when he relaxed because of the pain, she used all her strength to give him a loud slap, and then pushed him away. Unprepared, Jin Lang was pushed and staggered, and the corner of the coffee table hit his knees and fell to the ground. "Jin Lang, you are such a bastard!" Liu Yuwei cursed, her voice trembling. She hurriedly grabbed the pajamas thrown aside and put them on, her eyes full of anger and humiliation. Jin Lang sat on the floor, feeling a pain at the corner of his lips. He subconsciously touched his mouth with his hand, and his fingertips were stained with blood, the "marks" she left. He looked at the clear fingerprints on Liu Yuwei's cheek and the torn shirt, and the adrenaline subsided, and his brain gradually became clear. What is he doing! A quarter of an hour ago, he had just won a chance for himself. But now, everything has come to nothing. His throat moved as if he were about to say something, but he only managed a low, "Xiao Yu, I'm sorry." Liu Yuwei didn't respond immediately, her gaze cold as if she were looking at a stranger. His rough kiss, his fierce gaze, his almost insane possessiveness. The unfamiliar feeling filled her with both anger and fear, as if she were merely an object to be manipulated at will, not a living being. "Jin Lang," her voice suddenly rang out, cold as ice. "Is this how you've managed to stay in the entertainment industry all these years?" Her tone was filled with disdain and disdain. His face still held a hint of red, and the blood at the corner of his lips was particularly glaring. Jin Lang slowly raised his head, his eyes complex. A flicker of pain flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a stubborn stubbornness. "I didn't... Listen to me..." Jin Lang tried to explain, but his voice sounded weak. Liu Yuwei picked up his sweatshirt and threw it over, then quickly walked to the entrance and opened the door with a loud clatter. "Go away. I don't want to see you." Her voice was distant and resolute, as if it came from another world. The cold winter wind, wrapped in a biting chill, passed through the hall like a beast, attacking their bodies. The temperature in the room, which had just been scorching, dropped suddenly, as if it was also cooling down this ridiculous farce. Jin Lang put on his clothes silently, his movements slow and heavy, as if all his strength had been drained away, and he walked out step by step. As he passed by Liu Yuwei, he whispered "I'm sorry" again, his voice hoarse as if it was from the bottom of his lungs...
After saying this, Jin Lang kissed her roughly again.
Liu Yuwei knew that he was not strong enough to compete with him, so he could only bite his lips hard.
Taking advantage of the moment when the man relaxed due to the pain, he used all his strength to give him a loud slap in the face, and then pushed him away.
Jin Lang was caught off guard and staggered, the corner of the coffee table hit his knees and he fell to the ground.
"Jin Lang, you're such a fucking bastard!" Liu Yuwei cursed, her voice trembling. She hurriedly grabbed her discarded pajamas and put them on, her eyes filled with anger and humiliation.
Jin Lang sat on the floor, a pain tugging at the corner of his lip. He subconsciously touched his mouth with his hand, and his fingertips were stained with blood, the "mark" she had left.
He looked at the distinct fingerprints on Liu Yuwei's cheek and the torn shirt. The adrenaline subsided and his brain gradually became clear.
What is he doing!
A quarter of an hour ago, he had just secured an opportunity for himself.
But now, everything has come to nothing.
His throat moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just whispered, "Xiaoyu, I'm sorry."
Liu Yuwei did not respond immediately. Her eyes were cold as if she was looking at a stranger.
Just now, his rough kiss, his fierce eyes, and his almost crazy possessiveness made her angry and scared. It was as if she was just an object that could be manipulated at will in front of him, not a flesh-and-blood person.
"Jin Lang," her voice suddenly sounded, as cold as ice.
"Is this what you've relied on to stay in the entertainment industry all these years?" His tone was full of contempt and disdain.
His face still had some redness that had not faded, and the blood at the corner of his lips was particularly glaring.
Jin Lang slowly raised his head and looked at her with complicated eyes. A trace of pain flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by an almost stubborn stubbornness.
"I didn't... Listen to me..."
Jin Lang tried to explain, but his voice sounded so weak.
Liu Yuwei picked up his sweatshirt and threw it over, then quickly walked to the entrance and opened the door with a "clatter".
"Go away, I don't want to see you." Her voice was distant and resolute, as if it came from another world.
The cold winter wind, piercing with chill, blew through the hall like a ferocious beast, assaulting the bodies of the two. The temperature in the room, which had just been scorching, plummeted, as if also cooling down this absurd farce.
Jin Lang put on his clothes silently, his movements slow and heavy, as if all his strength had been drained away, and he walked out step by step.
When passing by Liu Yuwei, he whispered "I'm sorry" again, his voice so hoarse that it seemed to be squeezed out from the bottom of his lungs.
With a "bang", the door was closed again. This loud noise seemed to separate the two people into two worlds forever.
…
When the room returned to silence, Liu Yuwei suddenly lost his strength and stood at the entrance, at a loss.
Her fingers tightly gripped the door handle, as if this was the only way to support her shaky body.
Her eyes swept across the dressing mirror at the door, and she stared blankly at herself in the mirror. The unfamiliar look of the woman made Liu Yuwei feel dazed.
Her hair was messy, like windblown grass, draped carelessly over her shoulders. Her collar was askew, a button missing, and wrinkled. She quickly took off her pajamas and tossed them into the laundry basket.
The shower head turned on, and water poured down, instantly wrapping her in a warm mist.
Water droplets slid down her hair, cheeks, and shoulders, leaving mottled marks as a reminder of the inexplicable entanglement she had just had. She closed her eyes and let the hot water wash over her body, while her mind couldn't help but replay everything that had happened tonight.
His sudden appearance, his loss of control, his kiss, his apology... everything seemed like an absurd dream, yet so real that one could not escape it.
After changing into clean pajamas, she walked out of the bathroom, her steps feeling as light as if she were stepping on cotton.
When passing by the refrigerator, Liu Yuwei took out two cans of beer. The cool touch brought her back to her senses.
She sat on the carpet beside the sofa, her back against the corner, her legs tucked in, like a small animal trying to protect itself. She pulled the ring on the metal can, tilted her head back and took a big gulp. The cold liquid slid down her throat and into her stomach, and she couldn't help but shudder.
Liu Yuwei tried to sort out her thoughts, reviewing everything as she usually did. However, her thoughts were a tangled mess, like a ball of yarn, and she couldn't find the starting point.
She felt weak, as if all her sanity had been devoured by the chaos of the night.
The buzzing vibration broke the silence in the room.
She followed the sound, bent down and groped in the gap under the coffee table, and finally found the forgotten cell phone.
The incoming calls have stopped, and a number is displayed on the screen with the words "nuisance call" marked below.
She frowned and swiped open WeChat. Song Miao's profile picture was below the pinned work group, with a new message.
[Yuwei, you're home now, right? I've just arrived here and don't have many friends. Let's get together again sometime!]
Liu Yuwei stared at the line of words, his finger hovering for a few seconds, and finally just replied with a simple "OK".
She knew that she had no reason to vent her anger on this old friend, but now she didn't want to say a word, and she didn't even have the energy to be perfunctory.
Unexpectedly, the top immediately displayed "The other party is typing..."
Soon, a sentence popped up.
"I'm coming back to Jingbei mainly because of Jin Lang and his company's project. So, if you have time later, you can call your boyfriend and the four of us can go out together."
Liu Yuwei's gaze lingered on the word "Jin Lang" for a moment, and his fingers tightened slightly.
Words are like chess pieces; the next ten moves have already been planned before you make your move.
The adult world is always like this, with hidden meanings in words and just enough to say.
Of course, she understood what Song Miao meant, but she didn't have the energy to respond to these subtle probings. After all, only when people are at their most foolish do they want to know everything.
She casually threw her phone on the coffee table, tilted her head back and drank the rest of the beer in one gulp.
The night outside the window is deep, and the hustle and bustle of the city gradually subsides, leaving only the occasional sound of the wind, like a silent sigh.
…
Late at night, Liu Yuwei curled up on the sofa with a frown on his face, as if he was also tightly entangled by some invisible force in his dream.
Suddenly, my body trembled violently, and I woke up instantly. Jin Lang's low and clear words echoed in my ears again - she is my first love. The voice seemed to come from a faraway place, but it seemed to be right next to my ear, lingering.
Her stomach convulsed violently, forcing her to cover it with one hand, while her other hand dug deep into the soft sofa cushion. Her body instinctively arched, as if this could withstand the overwhelming pain.
She wanted to get up and return to the bed, but she was bound by invisible chains and could not stand upright. Every breath, every heartbeat, was accompanied by a sharp pain that seemed to penetrate the barriers of her flesh.
He barely held up his upper body and groped for his phone with trembling fingers. The cold light of the screen was particularly dazzling in the darkness. He dialed Ren Yiming's number with great effort.
An hour later, Liu Yuwei was lying in the emergency room of Youai Hospital with an IV drip. The cold liquid entered her blood vessels and gradually calmed the surging pain.
Her face was as pale as paper, her lips were bloodless, and a few strands of hair were soaked with sweat and stuck to her cheeks in a messy manner. She looked like a dead leaf blown down by the wind and rain.
"Typical stomach cramps. What did you eat yesterday?" The middle-aged doctor in the emergency room pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, saw that the patient in front of him had finally relaxed his brow, and asked calmly.
"I drank two bottles of cold beer." Liu Yuwei answered weakly.
The doctor frowned. "I see you've been to our hospital's gastroenterology department. You know you have stomach problems, but you're still going through all this trouble. Young people really don't take care of their bodies. Lie down first, and finish these two bottles before you leave."
Another wave of patients came to the emergency room, and the noise instantly filled the entire space. The doctor didn't care about Liu Yuwei and left in a hurry.
"Liu Yuwei, you scared me to death!" After the doctor left, Ren Yiming sighed, his voice filled with fatigue and worry.
His hair was disheveled and his eyes were bloodshot. When he first arrived at her house, he saw Liu Yuwei huddled on the ground, beads of sweat rolling down her forehead in the winter.
Ren Yiming originally wanted to call 120, but she insisted that it was unnecessary and that they could just drive there.
He had no choice but to quickly carry the person into the car. He was so anxious that he didn't care about speeding or red lights. He stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and rushed to the hospital at lightning speed.
"Fortunately, nothing happened this time. Why did you drink alone?" He sat on the bench beside the bed, and there was some heartache hidden in his reproachful tone.
Liu Yuwei closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling. She bit her lower lip, the complicated emotions in her heart tangled like a tangled mess, and she didn't know how to start.
"If you feel uncomfortable, take a rest first. If you can sleep, take a nap."
Seeing her like this, he stopped asking questions and just gently tucked the corner of the quilt for her.
Two hours later, Ren Yiming sent Liu Yuwei back home, helped her to bed, and left the bedroom after everything was settled.
In the living room, the moonlight was still quietly shining on the floor. There were two glasses of water on the coffee table, one of which was even full. It was obvious that someone had been here yesterday.
He only knew one person who could make Liu Yuwei drown his sorrows in alcohol and remain hesitant to speak.
Ren Yiming's eyes turned cold in an instant. He quickly walked to the coffee table, picked up the beer can on the ground, and threw it into the trash can with a slightly rough movement.
Then he went into the kitchen and carefully washed the two cups, as if this could completely erase all traces of that man from Liu Yuwei's life.
Putting down the cup, he stood at the kitchen window, looking out at the pitch-black night, his heart filled with an indescribable anger and powerlessness. He wanted to rush into the bedroom, wake Liu Yuwei, and ask her why she had tortured herself so much for that man after so many years.
But in the end he could only clench his fists silently.
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