Chapter 122 Does he really not care at all whether I'm feeling bad or not?
The black Bentley slowly drove out of the school from the darkness. As it turned around, Wen Jiu seemed to see a familiar figure through the window.
Her heart skipped a beat, and it was then that she noticed the message on her phone.
"I'll wait for you downstairs at your dorm. Let's talk things out."
Wen Jiu's fingertips dug deep into her palm, the pain going unnoticed.
He Shixu glanced at the person who was clearly distracted: "What's wrong?"
Wen Jiu shook her head: "No."
He looked at her for a few seconds, but didn't say anything more.
Everything went smoothly that night. Wen Jiu went to dinner with He Shixu, and as soon as she entered, she attracted the attention of half the private room.
When Xie Tinghe and his group saw her, their eyes subconsciously showed surprise, but they greeted her naturally.
Several people, unaware of the situation, came over and asked, "Who is this?"
Wen Jiu thought the night would pass peacefully until a hand covered her waist.
Her back stiffened.
He Shixu didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with it.
How could this group of people be so innocently probing you like they were in school days?
She had prepared for this, or rather, she had prepared herself the moment she sent him the message, but when it actually happened, she had never hated herself as much as she did at this moment.
"Why are you so stiff? Didn't you say you'd give it a try?"
Wen Jiu was speechless when asked the question.
As the hand around her waist moved lower and lower, her grip on the sofa tightened.
Just as He Shixu's hand was about to touch her leg, she hurriedly stood up from her seat.
"I'm going to the restroom."
In the restroom, the hands that were holding the sink were pale and weak, the slender back trembled slightly, and the eyes were red.
*
Wen Jiu stayed in the restroom for a long time before finally pushing open the door to leave. As she walked to the door of the private room, she heard Xie Tinghe ask He Shixu, "What's your relationship with her?"
"It's boring."
"If it's meaningless, then take her with you."
"I just wanted to see how far she could go."
The man's low, gentle voice clearly reached Wen Jiu's ears through the crack in the door.
For a moment, she was stunned; he knew all along.
He Shixu glanced at the person behind the door and took a puff of smoke.
I don't know how I dared to take advantage of him.
Neither of them explicitly stated it, but they both tacitly understood what the other meant.
After returning from the restroom, He Shixu did not do anything inappropriate.
He considerately served her food and refused her drinks.
Xie Tinghe's gaze became increasingly meaningful.
They ate at He Shixu's hotel. After dinner, it was past the school's curfew, so Wen Jiu would naturally stay and be with the man.
But he asked, "Do you want to go back?"
"Um."
He Shixu glanced at the time: "The dormitory doors are all closed."
"Zhou Yanchuan is waiting there."
He chuckled: "Did you give him all your conscience?"
"sorry."
He didn't reply, but just stared at her quietly for a while: "If you like it so much, why don't you try it again?"
Wen Jiu clenched her fists.
She certainly wanted to try again.
But I really couldn't walk anymore.
He Shixu didn't ask any further questions, but instead said, "How do you want me to help you?"
Her eyes trembled, as if she didn't understand.
"Consider this an apology for your frivolity just now," He Shixu said, wiping away the moisture from the corner of her eyes with the back of his finger. "You won't even let me touch your waist, what are you doing learning those seductive tricks?"
*
The car drove into the campus, made several turns, and stopped in front of the girls' dormitory.
At this time of day, there wasn't a soul in sight on the street, and the surroundings were completely silent.
Wen Jiu saw the person standing under the street lamp before she even got out of the car.
As always, he liked to wait for her under the streetlights every night.
"I was afraid Wen Xiaojiu wouldn't be able to find me, so I had to stand under the streetlight."
Her eyes welled up with tears almost instantly.
As she got out of the car, Wen Jiu smiled and said goodbye to He Shixu, not even glancing at the person under the lamp, and walked straight towards the dormitory entrance.
As I passed by him, I heard a soft voice ask, "Aren't your legs cold?"
Wen Jiu trembled, her throat choked with sobs, unable to utter a single word.
She tried to walk forward, but her wrist was grabbed.
Silence spread among them.
Wen Jiu's legs ached from the cold wind, but for some reason, her heart ached even more, so much so that her breathing became labored.
After a long while, just as she was about to say, "If there's nothing else, I'll be going now," she suddenly heard a voice in her ear: "Something's up."
His voice trailed off softly, carrying an unspoken sense of grievance.
She bit her lip.
Even in situations like this, he would still take off his coat and tie it around her waist before saying, "Don't you really care at all whether I'm uncomfortable or not?"
Wen Jiu didn't dare to look at him.
He held her waist, preventing her from moving.
"What's wrong? Why are you so angry with me?"
"Nothing much."
Zhou Yanchuan wanted to say that he hadn't flirted with other men in front of him, but when he looked down, he saw the girl's stubborn and aloof face, her eyes clearly brimming with tears, yet she bit her lip to hold them back.
He was heartbroken, asking, "Who's wrong between us?" But his hands tightened around her waist, pulling her closer to him.
Wen Jiu couldn't stop her tears from falling.
All the fear, self-loathing, and heartache of the night reached their peak at this moment.
Why? Why don't you get angry at me? Why don't you find me disgusting?
Zhou Yanchuan reached out to wipe away her tears. He had come to question her, and he was full of anger and resentment, but seeing her cry made him feel sorry for her.
His cool fingertips gently brushed across the corner of her eye, and he soothed her softly, "Can you tell me what's wrong?"
Wen Jiu cried so hard her body trembled.
How should she tell him, to break up, to say that she doesn't like him anymore and that her feelings have changed?
She tried her best to portray herself as a bad woman who had changed her mind, but his first question was whether her legs were cold.
Even if he asked her where she had been, she could argue with him righteously. But how could she bear to say those things to him? It would be like stabbing him with a knife again and again.
Zhou Yanchuan touched those cold fingers, a shallow wrinkle appearing between his brows: "Let's go back first."
Wen Jiu looked up at the person who said this, and her lips moved.
Zhou Yanchuan's gaze was deep as he waited for her to speak.
But the girl lowered her eyes and head.
His eyebrows furrowed even more.
Upon entering the apartment, just as Zhou Yanchuan was about to ask a question, the girl took off her coat.
She walked into the bathroom wearing that black slip dress.
He stared at her, and whether it was from staring for too long or something else, his eyes reddened.
I don't know who spoiled him with this bad temper.
Zhou Yanchuan closed the door and strode towards her, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind before she entered the bathroom.
Wen Jiu stopped in her tracks, and before she could react, she suddenly felt a cool sensation on her neck.
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