Chapter 45: Let's Fight, Be Serious
When he came to his senses, Chi Cheng had already pushed open the door of the clinic and walked straight into the inner room as if he knew the way well.
"Oh! Oh, oh, oh! Chi Cheng! Wait a minute! He hasn't..." Jiang Xiaoshuai wanted to stop him, but the man had already gone in.
He stamped his foot in frustration.
It’s over, these two people should stop fighting!
Most of the light was blocked by the curtains, and the room was half bright and half dark.
Wu Suowei curled up on his side on the small bed, with the quilt covering only up to his waist, his brows slightly furrowed, and he seemed uneasy even in his sleep.
There were still some lingering tear marks on her cheeks, gleaming faintly in the dim light.
Chi Cheng closed the door quietly, blocking out all sounds from outside.
He stood at the door, his eyes greedily fixed on the curled up figure on the bed.
The dull pain in my heart became sharp again.
He held his breath, walked lightly to the bedside, and slowly squatted down.
His eye level was almost with the person on the bed.
He was very close, so close that he could see Wu Suowei's slightly trembling eyelashes, the moisture in the corners of his eyes, and the corners of his mouth that were tightly pursed and looked a little aggrieved.
Crying... because of what I said? Because of the scam?
Or is it because... I remembered the pain in my previous life?
Chi Cheng stretched out his hand, his movements were more gentle than ever before, with a barely perceptible tremor at his fingertips, and carefully brushed aside a few strands of sweat-soaked hair from Wu Suowei's forehead.
The tip of her finger gently wiped the tear marks at the corners of his eyes, and the slightly cool and wet feeling made his fingertips shrink.
I'm sorry... I'm sorry...
Chi Cheng cried out silently in his heart.
It's me, the bastard.
I'm stupid.
I made you hurt again...
Looking at this face so close to me, all my calculations, tactics, and pride collapsed at this moment.
Only one thought remained, etched intensely in his mind.
Get him back! No matter what method you use! No matter what it takes!
This time... treat him well!
Just as Chi Cheng's fingers lingered on his cheek and his eyes traced the outline of his sleeping face with complex expression, Wu Suowei's eyelashes trembled a few times and he slowly opened his eyes.
Their eyes met.
The air froze instantly, and time seemed to be stretched countless times.
Wu Suowei's eyes quickly focused from the haziness of just waking up.
When he saw the enlarged face in front of him with stubble and red bloodshot eyes, his pupils suddenly shrank.
Jiang Xiaoshuai's words last night, Chi Cheng's deception, Huang Long's death...
All the chaotic emotions came back in an instant, blocking his chest and leaving him speechless for a moment.
Chi Cheng also froze, maintaining that half-squatting position, his fingers still on Wu Suowei's cheek.
He looked into those clear eyes, in which his own reflection was clearly reflected, as well as lingering grievances, astonishment, and... a hint of complexity that he had no time to conceal.
Chi Cheng's Adam's apple rolled up and down with difficulty, and his throat was dry and tight.
"...Why are you crying?" Chi Cheng's voice was very low and hoarse, with a touch of pity and clumsiness that he himself was not aware of.
He subconsciously rubbed the corner of Wu Suwei's eyes with his fingertips again.
This overly intimate action brought Wu Suowei back to his senses.
He shrank back and avoided Chi Cheng's hand.
The chaotic thoughts from last night were fighting in my head. My anger hadn't subsided yet, but the image of Huang Long being killed suddenly came to my mind again...
He didn't know whether to kick him out immediately or...
He turned his face away, not looking at Chi Cheng's eyes that were deep enough to draw people in. His voice was dry, hoarse from just waking up, and deliberately cold: "What are you doing here?"
My heart was beating like a rabbit.
Chi Cheng looked at his evasive movements and cold tone, and his heart sank again.
But he did not retreat. Instead, he moved closer, and his hot breath brushed against Wu Suowei's face.
He swallowed, as if he had made a great determination, and spoke out those words that even he thought were hypocritical, word by word, clearly.
"……miss you."
His body stiffened, and he turned his head suddenly, looking at Chi Cheng in disbelief.
Miss me? Chi Cheng said he missed me?
Is this something Chi Cheng could say?
Are you sure you didn’t miss any words that won’t pass the review?
He looked at Chi Cheng's eyes, which were extremely serious and even a little desperate, and his heart beat faster.
An inexplicable warmth began to spread from the ears.
The two men's eyes were locked, one with scrutiny and complexity, the other with a desperate frankness.
Wu Suowei felt uncomfortable when he was looked at by him. His eyes were too hot and too direct, making him a little overwhelmed.
He suddenly threw off the quilt and sat up with a big movement, trying to break the weird atmosphere: "Is there something wrong? If not, hurry up and leave!"
He pretended to turn over and get out of bed, with his back to Chi Cheng, just wanting to quickly escape from this situation that made him panic.
Suddenly, a big, hot hand grabbed my wrist.
The force was not strong, but firm.
"Don't..." Chi Cheng's voice sounded right after him, right behind him, very close.
The voice was low, with a hint of... cheating?
Wu Suowei paused, neither looking back nor struggling to break free.
He could feel the warmth of Chi Cheng's palm coming through his skin, it was incredibly hot.
Chi Cheng held his wrist and looked at his white neck and the slightly raised shoulder blades due to tension.
He licked his chapped lips, Guo Chengyu's words "A virtuous woman is afraid of a clingy man" running through his mind.
How to entangle?
He remembered the calendar he had glanced at before leaving the house this morning.
"We're arguing," Wu Suowei's voice came out muffled, a little annoyed and a little awkward, "Can you please pay more attention?"
Chi Cheng's heart moved, and a blessing came to his mind.
He cleared his throat, trying to make his voice sound more natural, even with a hint of innocent doubt: "Why are you not paying attention? Today... aren't you going to the crew? You're not going?"
He pinched Wu Suwei's wrist.
Wu Suowei's body visibly stiffened.
Crew? What crew?
He was confused for a moment, then realized it - the job that Chi Cheng had forced on him in order to "meet" him by chance?
At this time, he is still thinking about this? !
He turned around suddenly, wanting to see if that bastard Chi Cheng was playing tricks on him again.
But when she turned around, she met Chi Cheng's deep and focused eyes.
There was no joking, no calculation, only a frank... anticipation? And a hint of cautious nervousness?
Wu Suowei felt a lump in his chest, and curse words were on the tip of his tongue, but he looked at Chi Cheng's face, which was haggard and unshaven but extremely serious after a night of torture, and then at his hand that was still tightly gripping his wrist... Inexplicably, most of the anger he felt was released.
"...Fuck off!" He tried to pull his hand back, but his voice was not as cold anymore.
Chi Cheng didn't let go. Instead, he followed his strength and brought him a little bit closer to him. The corners of his mouth curved upwards very slightly, so fast that it was almost invisible.
"The car is outside," he said.
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