Nami Ozawa paused for a moment, then threw the question at him.
"So, do you want me to live here?"
If you encounter a question you can't answer, try asking the question back to the other person and let them answer it for you.
"Forehead……"
Su Luo's palms were sweating nervously as he stammered.
"No, it's not a matter of whether I want it or not, but rather, I feel... I think it's not quite appropriate..."
I'm afraid your husband will come knocking on my door, then I'll be the adulterer.
And I did nothing wrong, yet I was arrested as an adulterer. That's such a misunderstanding.
But how could he possibly say such a thing? It would make him seem cowardly and lacking in emotional intelligence.
But then again, it wasn't like Ozawa Nami threatened him to come over.
He himself was bewitched and followed her in the dead of night.
Now they're saying it's inappropriate for people to live here, which seems a bit hypocritical.
Damn it, isn't he becoming a scumbag?
He always believed that he was not a scumbag, that he was devoted to his relationships, and that he would never do anything despicable to destroy someone else's marriage.
Thinking of this, before Ozawa Nami could reply.
Su Luoteng stood up abruptly and said firmly.
"I think I should leave..."
He then walked straight to the door.
Ozawa Nami didn't get up to stop him. Instead, she curled her lips and said meaningfully to his back.
So you're scared?
Su Luo stopped and turned around helplessly.
"I……"
Damn it, it would be so embarrassing and pathetic to admit I'm scared. He may look like a woman, but he's a real man.
But he was indeed a little scared, not just of her husband, but of the fact that he would slowly be attracted to Nami Ozawa and become immersed in the gentle dream she had woven for him.
You should know that he was an orphan who grew up being looked down upon and lived for twenty-six years.
Except for the three years he dated Song Lingshan.
No one had ever taken care of him like Nami Ozawa had, always offering him comfort and guidance at just the right time when he was feeling lost and helpless.
Seeing Su Luo hesitate, Ozawa Nami pressed her advantage.
"You don't actually want to leave, right? Why go against your own heart?"
He had been chatting with Su Luo before, and Su Luo had mentioned that his favorite idol was Linda, the lead singer of the rock band Hot Maple.
How could someone who is inherently content and seeks a stable life possibly admire such an unconventional idol?
It's worth noting that Hot Maple's songs are all themed around the emotions of marginalized people in society.
Instead, lead singer Linda's personal experience is also quite legendary. She dropped out of school at the age of sixteen, frequently got into fights during her school years, and even mingled with the underworld.
Later, she discovered her musical talent and wanted to go abroad to pursue her dreams. Her parents tried their best to persuade her to stay, but she defied them, ignoring the hundreds of millions of dollars in inheritance they left her, and went abroad alone with just an electric guitar.
His experiences abroad are unknown to outsiders, but in short, three years later he formed a rock band and quickly became popular, sweeping across the country.
From this, she deduced that Su Luo was only outwardly obedient. Although he said he was content with a simple life, deep down he must be seeking excitement.
"..."
Su Luo fell silent, seriously considering Ozawa Nami's words.
Why go against your own conscience?
Did he violate the rules?
Isn't he leaving now precisely because he wants to leave?
Doesn't he want to leave?
Huh?
Actually, he wanted to leave because he was afraid of some unexpected things happening that he couldn't control.
If the unknown things he predicts are definitely impossible, would he still want to leave?
The answer was obvious: he didn't want to leave. It was still raining outside, he couldn't get a taxi, and he would get soaked. He would then have to find a small hotel and sleep in his wet clothes.
Reason and emotion were silently battling in a somewhat chaotic mind.
"I'm not leaving..."
Su Luo said those words completely unconsciously, and was even startled afterward.
Nami Ozawa stood up. "Then you can sleep in the guest room."
Su Luo: "..."
Ozawa Nami didn't bother him anymore. She had already gotten a satisfactory answer and there was no need to pester him any further.
He turned and went into the master bedroom, then closed the door tightly.
Su Luo was left alone in the messy living room.
It took Su Luo a while to come to her senses.
He actually chose to stay. Why?
He had already decided to leave, and Ozawa Nami didn't really try to persuade him to stay!
Su Luo scratched her hair and walked irritably toward the second bedroom.
The second bedroom is small, only about ten square meters, and the bedding is off-white and very clean.
The curtains were gray and white, the bedside lamp on the bedside table was somewhat retro, and next to it was an unopened box of menthol cigarettes, a black ashtray, and a metal windproof lighter.
There was a black and white poster of Marilyn Monroe on the wall; it was beautiful and alluring.
Su Luo raised her hand to turn off the chandelier and walked to the bedside in the dark.
I climbed into bed, crawled under the covers, closed my eyes, and tried to force myself to fall asleep.
But for some reason, I just couldn't fall asleep, tossing and turning.
His mind was filled with images of Ozawa Nami, who lived next door, and the scene of Song Lingshan humiliating him that night.
The faces of the two women kept switching in his mind, repeating endlessly.
The rain outside the window showed no signs of letting up.
The torrential rain pounded against the glass.
Sparse and scattered.
Su Luo's head was throbbing with pain. She reached out from under the covers, turned on the bedside lamp, and sat up.
My hand reached out uncontrollably towards the box of menthol cigarettes.
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