Chapter 51 My Life is Yours
So what is it now?
Why does Chi Cheng think that by doing these...these things, he can wipe out the past?
Treat him like a fool and coax him back?
A strong sense of grievance and unwillingness suddenly surged up, more violent than anger.
Why?! Why can Chi Cheng cheat and pursue her whenever he wants?!
Why should Wu Suowei be led around by him like a puppet?
Wu Suowei suddenly turned his head and stared at Chi Cheng beside him.
The afterglow of the setting sun fell on his angular profile, giving it a layer of warm gold, but it still couldn't conceal his deep, heart-pounding temperament.
Chi Cheng felt his burning gaze and turned his head.
Their eyes met.
Wu Suowei's eyes were surprisingly bright in the sunset, with complex emotions surging in them.
Grievance, resentment, anger, and a hint of... fragility and dependence that he himself was not even aware of.
"Chi Cheng." Wu Suowei's voice sounded, with a little imperceptible tremor, but extremely clear.
Chi Cheng's heart skipped a beat and he looked at him. "Huh?"
Wu Suowei held the ugly crocodile's arms tighter, as if holding his last shield.
He took a deep breath, as if using up all his strength, and threw the stinging question that was weighing on his heart at Chi Cheng word by word.
"Chi Cheng! What on earth do you want?!"
Chi Cheng didn't say anything. His dark eyes were like two ancient wells under the street light, reflecting Wu Suowei's excited and flushed face.
Wu Suowei was further irritated by his silence, and his voice rose a few notches: "You think it's fun to play tricks on me?! First you lied to me! Then you teamed up to lie to me! You played me like a fool and made me lose my mind! You're very proud of yourself, aren't you?!"
He grew angrier as he spoke, his chest heaving violently, and he poked the crocodile's head with his fingers. "Now what? You brought me to a place like this again! For ice cream! For balloons! For me to have this!"
He slapped the crocodile hard, "Chi Cheng! What do you think I am?! A three-year-old child?! Can I forget all the idiotic things you did just by giving me some candy?!"
His eyes were heating up uncontrollably, and he blinked them back hard, not wanting to lose face in front of Chi Cheng.
Chi Cheng still looked at him silently. He took a step forward and approached the bench.
Wu Suowei was frightened by his approaching movements and subconsciously wanted to shrink back, but the bench blocked his retreat.
He stiffened his neck and forced himself to maintain his composure: "Speak up! Are you mute?! Aren't you quite calculating?! Why are you pretending to be so profound now?!"
Chi Cheng stood in front of him, and the two were very close.
The halo of the street lamp outlines his deep brow bones and tightly pursed lips.
He finally spoke, his voice low.
"I'm not kidding you."
Wu Suowei was stunned: "What?"
"Those 'chance encounters,'" Chi Cheng said clearly, looking into his reddened eyes, "were arranged by me. I wanted to see you, but I didn't know...how to get you to stop hiding."
He admitted it straightforwardly without making any excuses, just stating the facts and meeting Wu Suwei's anger with a frank look.
Wu Suowei was choked by his straightforward admission.
He thought Chi Cheng would quibble, make excuses, and even continue to lie to him.
But he didn't. He just accepted it.
Want to see me?
All the reprimands he had prepared were stuck in his throat. He didn't know what to say for a moment and could only glare at Chi Cheng even harder.
Chi Cheng's eyes swept over his fingers that were tightly gripping the crocodile fur, the knuckles turning white from the force.
His Adam's apple rolled, and his voice lowered, with an almost clumsy frankness: "Ice cream...you like to eat it...that's how it was..."
He paused, as if trying to organize his words, "That headband...it's red, it should look good on you."
He thought of Wu Suowei's angry face, with his red devil horns...
He looked away, looking at the giant green crocodile, "This... you looked at it several times."
Every time he spoke, Wu Suowei's heart beat faster.
He knew... He actually noticed it?
He thought Chi Cheng just bought it to tease him, like teasing a pet.
But Chi Cheng's tone... was not joking, but rather a seriousness that was almost like a statement.
Wu Suowei opened his mouth, wanting to retort, wanting to say "Who cares!", but his throat seemed to be blocked by something and no sound came out.
An unfamiliar sour and swollen feeling suddenly rushed into my nasal cavity, more violent than the anger just now.
He bit his lower lip hard to prevent the embarrassing wetness from falling out.
He looked at Chi Cheng, and Chi Cheng looked at him.
In those deep black eyes, there was no calculation, no sinisterness, only a concentration that almost drowned people.
And... a subtle, cautious nervousness?
Is he nervous? Afraid that... he won't appreciate it?
All the anger, grievances, and resentments were shattered at this moment by an even stronger heartache and hesitation that even he despised.
He killed Huang Long... He clumsily learned to coax people... He was nervous...
"What makes you think..." His voice was a little choked, and his eyes began to redden uncontrollably, but he stubbornly refused to let the moisture fall, "...Take me here to play, buy me something extremely ugly, and then have some ice cream..."
He spoke faster and faster, his voice filled with suppressed tears and a deep sense of grievance, "...will I forgive you? Will I...will I foolishly believe you and follow you like before?"
The air froze instantly.
The light of the setting sun seemed to stop for a moment.
Chi Cheng froze in place.
He looked at Wu Suowei's red eyes, saw his shoulders trembling slightly with excitement, and listened to his tearful, extremely aggrieved accusations...
It wasn't pain, but a kind of ecstasy that almost made him dizzy!
He understood! He understood the subtext beneath the grievance and accusation.
Wu Suowei was not rejecting him or scolding him.
He was showing weakness, telling him indirectly—
He cared. He cared about Chi Cheng's deception and his proximity to him.
He was afraid, afraid of being deceived again, afraid of being hurt again.
He was asking him for a promise... or a guarantee in the most awkward way.
Chi Cheng stood up suddenly, his movement so big that it caused a gust of wind.
He couldn't bear it any longer, so he took a step forward and before Wu Suowei could react, he hugged him and the huge crocodile doll tightly in his arms.
"Weiwei..." Chi Cheng's voice was hoarse, with an indescribable tremor, and it hit Wu Suowei's face with scorching heat, "Listen."
He took a deep breath and locked his gaze on Wu Suwei's panicked eyes.
"I'm not asking you to forgive the bastard I was!" He said firmly, "I can't go back and change anything..."
A flash of deep pain flashed across his eyes, but was immediately replaced by a more intense fire.
"But I, Chi Cheng, am making this clear today." He suddenly moved closer, his nose almost touching Wu Suowei's, his hot breath spraying on his face, "From now on—"
Chi Cheng's voice suddenly rose, carrying an unquestionable, crazy paranoia and ecstasy:
"My life is yours! You can do whatever you want to me!" He stared at Wu Suowei's eyes which widened instantly and were filled with water, and said in a hoarse voice with an almost ferocious but infinitely satisfied smile on the corners of his mouth.
"——As long as you don't push me away again..."
The golden light of the setting sun fell into his eyes, like burning flames.
Wu Suowei was completely dumbfounded.
He forgot to struggle, forgot to push away.
His mind was blank, only Chi Cheng's scorching gaze and his hoarse, hot voice echoed repeatedly in Wu Suowei's mind.
The tears were still flowing, but they were no longer tears of anger, but the release of a flood of emotions that even he himself could not explain.
Is he...really afraid of losing me?
He buried himself in Chi Cheng's arms, his face pressed against his violently heaving chest, his tears silently soaking the fabric of Chi Cheng's clothes.
Her fingers curled up unconsciously, clenching the T-shirt fabric on Chi Cheng's back, leaving deep wrinkles.
He didn't respond, nor did he push away.
I just let myself be held tightly in this hot, trembling embrace.
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