Chapter 13 is quite addictive.
“I can’t get through…” Cheng Jia leaned back to avoid it.
His face was being pinched in the palm of this person he hadn't been close to in a long time, and the sensation made him very uncomfortable.
Especially when they were so close, the familiar fir wood scent emanating from Shi Qingci always reminded Cheng Jia of a few years ago, as if they were still in their university dormitory.
This illusion made Cheng Jia uneasy and irritable.
You could also say it was shame.
He still remembered the scene when his plan was exposed and Shi Qingci grabbed him by the neck and questioned him.
A morally corrupt thief once again faces his victim.
Years later, Cheng Jia's blushing embarrassment remained and could not be erased.
He grasped Shi Qingci's wrist through the cuff of his black casual jacket and then pulled away.
This person's wrist bones are so hard, Cheng Jia actually hesitated: "I've said everything I need to say. Calm down for a few days and think it over. I'm willing to make up for anything you want, except money, to make up for the fact that I lied to you."
"Explain yourself more clearly." Shi Qingci gripped Cheng Jia's wrist tightly!
A bright and spacious restroom.
Cheng Jia's wrist hurt a little, and she frowned and said, "It's just... we're not in the same world, you know? After we're even, I'll leave Jingang, or you can go back to Xining. Just live your lives well, and pretend we never met."
I don't have time to get entangled with this person.
He needs to earn money to pay off his debts and save for his medical treatment.
It's uncertain how much longer he can live.
Only by drawing clear boundaries.
Only then is it complete.
"......"
"What makes you think we can part amicably?" Shi Qingci thought these words were utterly clichéd breakup lines. He gripped Cheng Jia's wrist tightly, refusing to let go. "I'm the one you've been playing with. Fine, I won't say anything, but you'll always owe me!"
Shi Qingci took another step forward as she spoke.
Cheng Jia was forced to the point where her lower back was pressed against the sink.
Their breaths almost mingled as Cheng Jia turned her head away: "I know! I know I was wrong. And then what? I have nothing to give you, just my worthless life..."
Soon he lost his life.
Cheng Jia couldn't give anything.
"—Then go die." Shi Qingci said through gritted teeth.
Below her eyelids were Cheng Jia's earlobes, clean and prominent, with full and rounded earlobes.
He used some self-control to prevent himself from bending down and biting down.
Not wanting to reveal that from the moment of their reunion, what he wanted to do was not purely revenge, but more to imprison this person, to keep a close watch on him, to hold on tightly and protect him, even if it meant ingraining himself in his bones and blood, he would not accept that he would disappear again.
It's a very complex mindset. Shi Qingci is certain that he hates Cheng Jia, and he despises himself for easily forgiving Cheng Jia.
Yet, she couldn't suppress the urge to get closer to Cheng Jia...
Closer, even closer.
His sense of contradiction is not hard to spot.
Cheng Jia ignored him and gave him no hope whatsoever.
Cheng Jia would only resolutely distance herself from him, blocking all avenues.
This is the real reason for Shi Qingci's anger.
Cheng Jia doesn't want him.
Shi Qingci held Cheng Jia's wrist tightly, her chest almost pressing against Cheng Jia's body. The excessive closeness caused Cheng Jia to have difficulty breathing.
“You,” Cheng Jia vaguely sensed something was wrong. This distance meant either he was going to hit him or kiss him. Panic welled up inside her, and she whispered a reminder, “My boss is outside. We can talk about personal matters another day. This is my working hours.”
Shi Qingci remained unmoved: "During working hours, whatever your daily salary, I'll buy it."
"...Not for sale." Cheng Jia refused.
Because Shi Zong never lacks employees.
"You can sell it to a woman in her fifties, but not to me?" Shi Qingci was originally being sarcastic, but then she suddenly thought of something and her expression changed. "I do have something I want to ask you."
Cheng Jia: "Please step back, let's chat at a normal distance."
If we got any closer, we'd be kissing on the cheek.
It feels so warm to breathe.
"......"
Is it really that unbearable to get even a little closer?
Shi Qingci felt even more choked up, and with a cold laugh, she let go of the wrist in her palm.
"Go ahead and ask." Cheng Jia shook his numb hand and turned to look at the door of the private room. They had already been delayed for several minutes.
Shi Qingci stared intently at Cheng Jia's straight-man face.
The question I wanted to ask was on the tip of my tongue, but suddenly I didn't know how to ask it.
seem--
The answer is obvious.
There's no need to ask.
Cheng Jia's answer was definitely not what he wanted to hear.
Shi Qingci rephrased the question: "...Have you ever had a girlfriend?"
"Yes," Cheng Jia answered quickly.
Shi Qingci felt a chill in her heart. She had expected things wouldn't collapse too badly, but she couldn't help but ask, "When? How many?"
“It has always been there,” Cheng Jia replied without hesitation.
The purpose is to make this person dislike him even more, so that he can draw a clear line with him sooner.
Cheng Jia: "When I was pretending to be gay and talking to you, I had three online relationships and even met them in real life."
"Not long after I left Xining, I started working in nightclubs. You can imagine the environment. I had lovers in every club, about fifteen or sixteen of them."
They never actually talked about it.
Cheng Jia is too busy, poor, and stingy.
Over the past five years, many people have introduced him to potential partners, but decent girls look down on him because he works in nightclubs, doesn't have a stable career, has debts, and doesn't meet the standards for marriage.
The girls at the nightclub looked down on him for accompanying female clients.
Many of his female clients liked him, but unfortunately, they were either too old or divorced with children.
If there are still feelings involved, divorce and raising children is not a problem.
But customers who frequent nightclubs are all drawn to the face.
How many people can truly be in a relationship?
Cheng Jia was willing to talk.
Not really.
"......"
“Fifteen or sixteen,” Shi Qingci froze, pondering the imagery behind that number, “Then you, you all…”
Cheng Jia knew what he wanted to say: "That's right, I not only drink heavily but also have a habit of promiscuity. My work ethic is just like when I was on the phone with Sister Jasmine just now. You heard it too. This is my background and this is my fate, so I said we are not from the same world."
The disparity in their social status is too great.
Don't waste your time dwelling on those past messes.
It always feels like a waste to replace someone who dies young.
"...Are you wearing it?" Shi Qingci suddenly asked.
If you're wearing it, it doesn't count.
Pure, stubborn, and broken.
This is Qing dynasty porcelain.
Cheng Jia was rambling on in a self-destructive manner when he heard this and was stunned: "What?"
What to wear.
My heart skipped a beat!
Cheng Jia never expected that the person who used to blush when he saw him shirtless would be like this.
I've learned so much now.
So, over the years, the innocent young nobleman has had...
If it exists, it exists; it has nothing to do with him.
There will be no more connection between us.
"It's nothing," Shi Qingci took a deep breath and smiled self-deprecatingly, "It's my fault."
Cheng Jia pressed on, "What's it to your fault?"
baffling.
"......"
Shi Qingci gave Cheng Jia a deep look.
She pursed her lips, turned, and left the restroom.
In fact, he has been regretting it even in the dead of night these past few years.
That kiss contained a sleeping potion. If he could resist the temptation and push Cheng Jia away when she turned her head to kiss him, he wouldn't fall for it.
Cheng Jia will not disappear.
So blame him, not Cheng Jia.
It's his fault for being too impulsive back then.
Otherwise, Cheng Jia would have no chance to meet other people.
It will only ever be his.
this time......
He will definitely keep a close eye on people.
I won't let Cheng Jia get away again.
"......"
In the restroom, Cheng Jia washed her face with cold water.
The alcohol in the six glasses of brandy gradually took effect.
Perhaps it was the alcohol that made Cheng Jia recall the moment not long ago when they were closest to each other, when Shi Qingci leaned towards him, the scent of fir wood carrying her body heat, and her moist and beautiful lips.
For a moment, Cheng Jia mistakenly thought that Shi Qingci wanted to kiss him.
So nervous that his hands, which were behind his back, were clenched tightly.
It's kind of funny now that I think about it.
His current image in Shi Qingci's eyes is probably no different from that of a duck.
The Qing dynasty porcelain makers were obsessed with cleanliness, and quite severely so.
Before I left.
That deep kiss that lasted two minutes...
Cheng Jia lowered her head and rinsed her face twice with cold water.
The wine we drank was indeed excellent.
It's incredibly addictive.
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