Song Qilu forced a smile and compelled herself to apologize to Su Luo again.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I promise I won't let anyone know what happened last night."
After saying it all in one breath, large tears welled up in her eyes uncontrollably, and her shoulders trembled slightly, making her look pitiful and innocent.
Su Luo put down her phone. For some reason, seeing her cry made the pleasure she had just felt suddenly disappear.
Instead, I felt helpless and a bit guilty.
It seems he still can't be like Song Lingshan, completely indulging in the pleasure of violence and unable to extricate himself.
Although Song Qiluo was savage and domineering, and mentally unstable, and had bullied him many times, his hatred for her had long since faded with time.
I was just thinking about killing her in a moment of impulse; I certainly wouldn't actually kill her.
He thought that if Song Qiluo really died one day, he would probably feel sad for her for a while.
perhaps.
Men are strange creatures; they always retain a bit of tenderness towards women they've been intimate with.
Subconsciously, he felt that she was, after all, his woman.
Of course, there is a premise here: you are not going to a club to find someone who spends money.
He couldn't help but reach out and pull Song Qiluo back to sit on the edge of the bed.
He pulled out a tissue to wipe her tears, saying helplessly.
"You're crying now? Weren't you quite fierce last night? You were the one who made the mistake, but you made me apologize as if you'd suffered some great injustice. Did I wrong you? You knew I had a girlfriend, yet you still forced me to do this. Shouldn't I teach you a lesson?"
Upon hearing this, Song Qiluo cried even harder, her tears flowing like a flood that had burst its banks.
Su Luo felt a headache coming on, grabbed her shoulder, and said fiercely.
"Stop crying, it's so annoying! If you cry again, I'm really going to kill you!"
Song Qiluo tried to stop her tears, raised her head, looked at him with teary eyes, and said in a trembling voice.
"I know you have a girlfriend, I know this is wrong, but I can't control myself. Am I sick?"
Su Luo gasped. So she wasn't completely broken after all; she still knew something was wrong with her. She agreed.
"Yes, you must be sick. I know a very good psychologist. I can recommend her to you. You should go see her and get some proper treatment. Don't come to me again, okay?"
His idea was to push Lu Xi onto her.
But after saying it, he regretted it a little. Lu Xi and Nami were good friends. What if he really recommended her to Song Qiluo, and Song Qiluo told Nami about his relationship with her?
ah!
It's so chaotic, he suddenly realized he really was.
Song Qiluo sniffed, raised her hand to wipe away her tears, and said seriously.
"Okay, then push it to me."
Actually, she was just going along with Su Luo's words; she wasn't really going to see a doctor, and she didn't think her problem was that serious. She was just saying that so that Su Luo would care about her.
Huh?
wrong.
Why did she want Su Luo to care about her?
Su Luo immediately changed his tune.
"Well, forget it. The doctors I know aren't as good as the ones your sister knows. Why don't you ask your sister instead?"
Song Qiluo replied perfunctorily, "Okay, I'll ask her when I have time."
"Okay, stop crying, I'm going back now."
Su Luo started dressing herself.
Song Qiluo stared intently at Su Luo, wishing she could see right through him.
Su Luo felt extremely uncomfortable under their gaze, and forced herself to quickly put on her clothes.
Song Qiluo stared into Su Luo's eyes and suddenly asked a question.
"Could you have dinner with me? I'm so hungry..."
Su Luo coldly refused, "No."
All he wanted to do now was leave the hotel as soon as possible, go to the company to supervise the work, and get away from Song Qiluo.
Song Qiluo's tears were about to fall again, and she said aggrievedly.
"Do you have to be so heartless? Do you hate me that much?"
Su Luo was embarrassed and speechless.
"Hey, stop crying. When did you become such a crybaby?"
If he had stood his ground and stood his ground against her, he really wouldn't have softened. But seeing her looking at him with such tearful eyes, he was really tempted to die.
Song Qiluo seemed to have discovered the power of tears; she had just cried, and Su Luo had already softened.
She squeezed out tears, gently tugged at Su Luo's sleeve, and pleaded softly.
"Can't I even have a meal? No one will see us, please?"
Startled, Su Luo shook off her hand and warned her.
"Hey, stop doing this. Can't you have some self-respect?"
"Waaah..."
Song Qiluo collapsed onto the bed and burst into tears.
Su Luo eventually softened a bit, sighed, and had no choice but to back down.
"Alright, let's eat downstairs. Let's leave as soon as we're done."
Upon hearing this, a sly glint flashed in Song Qiluo's eyes, and the corners of her lips turned up slightly.
Then she wiped away her tears, stood up, and followed Su Luo out of the room.
After settling the bill.
The two found a Hong Kong-style tea restaurant nearby.
After ordering a few dishes, we began to eat.
Su Luo was starving, so she picked up the bowl and ate a big mouthful of rice. The food tasted pretty good.
Sitting opposite him, Song Qiluo stared at him and secretly clicked her tongue.
His eating manners were the same as before, completely unrelated to his appearance, which could be described as extremely unrestrained.
She couldn't help but wonder if Su Luo had often gone hungry in the past, which was why he seemed so afraid of others taking food from him now.
By the way, she actually didn't know Su Luo at all; her understanding was very limited. She had only heard from her sister that he grew up in an orphanage and had no parents.
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