Chapter 80 Coward
Song Zhiwei looked up as his tall figure gradually approached.
She thought he was about to storm out, so she quickly stepped aside to make way and whispered, "Move aside and leave, don't stand here in the way."
But the shadow stopped in front of her and did not take another step forward.
She paused for a moment, frowned slightly, and looked up at him.
He suddenly leaned closer, and a familiar scent of ebony wafted towards him.
This scent instantly awakened memories deep within her heart.
The light overhead was blocked, making the room seem a bit darker.
They got closer and closer, close enough that she could feel his breath.
Song Zhiwei's heart suddenly raced.
The wooden edge pressed against her back, reminding her that there was no way out.
His lips finally stopped a centimeter away from hers, neither truly touching her lips nor completely leaving them.
It was a hovering motion that was almost agonizing.
A kiss that wasn't quite a kiss, a close yet distant encounter.
The air seemed to freeze at that moment, and even breathing became a cautious act.
Although it wasn't touched, it felt like it had already touched the very tip of my heart, making me feel flustered.
That subtle sense of distance is more mesmerizing than a real kiss.
Song Zhiwei felt her ears burning.
She kept her head down, her gaze fixed on the buttons on his shirt, not daring to look into his eyes.
"What...what do you want to do?"
Sheng Tingzhou stared intently at her expression.
His hands were braced on either side of her body, one hand holding the edge of the cabinet door, the other pressed against the wall.
"I'm just curious, do you really only like girls?"
Before he could finish speaking, his lips had already silently descended.
It started with just a very light touch.
Gradually, the kiss deepened, no longer just a fleeting touch.
Song Zhiwei froze, her mind went blank, and the handsome face in front of her was so close.
My heart felt like it was being clenched and then released by a hand, leaving me with a tingling sensation.
That unfamiliar yet intense feeling of excitement left her feeling lost and disoriented.
She instinctively wanted to push him away, her fingers trembling as she raised them.
The moment I touched his firm chest, a warm and powerful hand swiftly grabbed my hand.
He flipped her wrist back and pressed it against the edge of the cabinet above her head.
Immediately afterwards, the originally gentle kiss turned forceful.
She felt like a small boat in a storm, tossed about by the waves, completely losing her bearings.
Consciousness is sinking, and reason is crumbling.
After a long while, he slowly released her lips and reluctantly stepped back half an inch.
He gazed into her misty eyes, his voice hoarse, tinged with a low chuckle.
"So, you really don't like men?"
Song Zhiwei's heart was pounding like a drum.
She didn't dare to look up at him; her cheeks felt burning hot.
"Your heart is beating so fast," he chuckled, his lips brushing against her earlobe, his tone teasing, "Who are you trying to fool?"
"You...you bastard."
Song Zhiwei finally raised her head, staring at him with red eyes and tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.
Her voice trembled, yet she struggled to maintain her last shred of stubbornness.
What right did they have to barge into her house and suddenly approach her without saying a word?
She felt a surge of grievance that almost overflowed from her eyes.
Sheng Tingzhou chuckled softly.
"So now, are you willing to have a relationship with me?"
Song Zhiwei's mind went blank for a moment.
She stared at him, her eyes wide with shock, her pupils trembling slightly.
"Disliking your uncle doesn't mean you have to dislike me too."
He said in a low voice.
"Can't I just find someone else who likes it?"
The deep voice slowly seeped into my ears.
Song Zhiwei's heart skipped a beat, as if it were being entangled by some invisible thread.
Neon lights slanted in through the window, casting dappled shadows through the glass and onto his face.
Half of it was illuminated by lights, while the other half was hidden in the shadows.
But his eyes were unusually clear, and he was so serious that he didn't seem to be joking.
Song Zhiwei was in a state of utter confusion, her thoughts a jumbled mess, impossible to unravel.
She stammered, "No...don't joke with me."
Does he realize how heavy those words are?
He is Sheng Tingzhou.
She is Song Zhiwei, an ordinary person who couldn't be more ordinary.
The distance between them should have been like that between heaven and earth, unreachable.
But now, he's saying he wants to date her?
Sheng Tingzhou's eyes darkened slightly as he saw her evasive manner.
He couldn't resist leaning forward and gently biting her slightly trembling lips.
"coward."
"They only know how to hide."
He said something else in a low voice, a hint of helpless laughter in his tone.
Song Zhiwei's legs went weak, as if all her strength had been drained away, and she could only barely stand by holding onto the wall.
Sheng Tingzhou took a step back, straightened up, and still looked directly into her eyes.
"I don't have that much time to waste. I'll give you a week to think it over."
After saying that, he turned around, opened the door, and walked out.
With a click, the door closed, the crisp sound echoing in the quiet room.
A cold breeze quietly blew in through the crack in the door, lifting a corner of the curtain.
Song Zhiwei seemed to wake up from a dream, suddenly coming to her senses.
She blinked blankly, her eyes still somewhat unfocused.
Then, she turned and rushed into the bedroom, her movements almost frantic, and buried herself in the covers.
What happened?
Why would he want to date me?
That night, Song Zhiwei tossed and turned, unable to sleep soundly.
His face and his voice are all I can think of.
The next morning.
Sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains.
She washed her face, dried it, took a deep breath, and prepared to leave for work.
My hand had just touched the doorknob when I turned it open.
Then I saw Sheng Tingzhou leaning against the wall across from me, his hands in his pockets.
She was so startled she almost jumped up, and immediately slammed the door shut.
Sheng Tingzhou stood at the door, looking at her as if she wanted to avoid him at all costs, and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
He's not some monster, why make such a fuss?
There was no movement inside.
Song Zhiwei looked up at the ceiling, her gaze fixed on the mottled wall, and remained motionless.
We kissed, hugged, and even... last night.
The more she thought about it, the hotter her face became, and the tips of her ears turned bright red.
Sheng Tingzhou stood outside the door and knocked twice.
"I wouldn't mind giving you a good morning kiss in front of everyone during the afternoon meeting."
No sooner had he finished speaking than the door was suddenly flung open with a "whoosh".
Song Zhiwei forced a stiff smile, her cheeks twitching slightly, and said dryly, "Good morning, President Sheng."
Sheng Tingzhou tilted his head slightly, his deep gaze lingering on her face for a moment.
He then twitched the corner of his mouth, giving a half-smile, and said in a cooperative tone, "Yes, good morning, Attorney Song."
"hehe."
She gave a dry laugh and quickly slipped past him.
He hurriedly closed the door, locking it with a click.
"I'm late, I have to go!"
She called out without turning her head.
After saying that, he took off running towards the elevator.
Sheng Tingzhou watched her retreating figure, a slow smile playing on his lips, and chuckled softly, "Coward."
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After arriving at work, Song Zhiwei sat at her desk, her fingers mechanically tapping on the keyboard.
My mind is filled with what we said last night...
The more she thought about it, the hotter her face became, and her ears felt like they were about to burst into flames. She had no choice but to secretly reach out and touch her cheeks.
Xu Xiaoting stood in front of her desk, holding documents in her hands, and called her three times: "Song Zhiwei! Song Zhiwei! Zhiwei!"
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