Ye Zhou remained silent for a while.
Where are you?
"I'm in a phone booth."
Ye Zhou turned on the bedside lamp and put his coat on with one hand.
"Stay there, lock the phone booth door from the inside, and don't move."
Jiang Jiayan sniffed. "I won't move. I'll wait for you, Ye Zhou. I'll wait for you."
Ye Zhou hung up the phone, put on his clothes, and without socks, just slipped on a pair of sneakers.
I filled a basin with cold water from the tap and splashed it on my face with my hands.
The cool sensation instantly dispelled most of my sleepiness.
He stared directly at himself in the mirror.
Didn't I say I was going to cut ties with her? Why am I still bothering with her now?
It's just a girl alone late at night, isn't it?
...
When Ye Zhou arrived, it was already getting light.
Inside the phone booth, a girl in a white dress leaned her slender back against the glass door, her delicate arms wrapped around her knees.
His head was bowed, and his long, dark hair dragged on the ground, covered with specks of dust.
Ye Zhou stood at a distance, as if making some kind of decision.
He went up and knocked on the glass door.
The girl raised her head, her eyes reddening and gradually filled with tears.
She got up and opened the door.
"Ye Zhou, I knew you would come."
Jiang Jiayan wanted to rush over and hug Ye Zhou, but Ye Zhou silently dodged her.
"From now on, call 110 for things like this." Don't contact me again.
Jiang Jiayan lowered her head and put her hand down as well.
"Ye Zhou, I'm so sad, nobody understands me..."
Jiang Jiayan pouted, feeling wronged; this was the first time she had ever wanted to confide in someone.
"I'll take you back."
But no one was willing to listen anymore.
Ye Zhou rode his bicycle. The roads were clear now, and it would only take about fifteen minutes to reach Jiang Jiayan's apartment complex.
"Come up yourself."
The girl in the white dress stood motionless, and said with a hint of grievance, "My legs are numb, can you carry me up?"
Ye Zhou's voice was icy as he looked at her, "Either you come up yourself, or I'm leaving."
The girl bit her pink lips, crossed her arms, and walked step by step toward the back seat of the bicycle.
Summer mornings can be cold too.
She sat in the back seat, wrapped her arms around Ye Zhou's waist, and naturally pressed her face against the boy's back.
This way, it doesn't feel so cold anymore.
Although Ye Zhou spoke coldly, his body was so warm.
"Let go, or I'll throw you down."
Jiang Jiayan silently let go of her hand and grabbed the last bit of the car seat.
The ride was smooth, and Ye Zhou skillfully avoided all obstacles.
At four o'clock in the morning, there was hardly anyone on the streets.
They soon arrived at Jiang Jiayan's house.
Jiang Jiayan got out of the car and stood at the door, without making any attempt to knock.
She crossed her arms and rubbed her fair arms, looking cold and somewhat pitiful.
But this has nothing to do with Ye Zhou anymore.
Ye Zhou sighed and rang the doorbell.
At first, there was no reaction.
Ye Zhou pressed the button a few more times.
The door finally opened slowly.
A beautiful woman emerged.
She can be described as a carbon copy of Jiang Jiayan, except that she is taller, has upturned eyes, and is much more charming, and her cleavage is also unusual.
Wearing a bright red, modified cheongsam, she perfectly accentuated her figure. The cutout design at the chest cleverly concealed her most important areas, while the white lace filling added to the allure.
The hem of the cheongsam is slit high up to the waist, making the fair skin even more alluring against the backdrop of the red fabric. Moreover, it is clear that the cheongsam is worn without underwear.
Shen Man tied her hair up and casually inserted a jade hairpin. She tried once, twice, but it seemed she didn't get it right. She finally succeeded on the third try. Although it was messy, it had a kind of messy beauty.
She leaned casually against the door frame, raising her captivating fox-like eyes to stare at the boy.
I was originally going to be angry this morning, but now all my anger has dissipated.
With a smile playing on her red lips, she looked Ye Zhou up and down, her gaze unwavering.
Ye Zhou felt somewhat uncomfortable under their gaze.
Moreover, he knew that what the woman was wearing was not a modernized cheongsam at all, but that kind of clothing!
But this is absolutely something a teenager should not know!
"Auntie, I've brought your daughter here. She got lost earlier."
Shen Man then noticed the girl in white behind the boy, but she only glanced at her and didn't care.
"Oh, thank you! You're Jiang Jiayan's classmate? What's your name?"
Even though she was his biological mother, he called her by her first name.
"Ye Zhou".
"Hmm, hmm, not bad, it looks great in every way. My name is Chen Man, don't call me auntie, just call me by my name next time you come."
The deep, seductive voice was incredibly alluring, and the meaning behind it was already quite clear. If Ye Zhou couldn't understand it, all those years of wandering the world of love would have been for nothing.
"Okay, Auntie, that's all. I'll be going now."
"You're leaving so soon? You've helped her. Come in and have a cup of tea!"
Ye Zhou shook his head, said no need, and turned to leave.
Shen Man leaned against the door frame, squinting her fox-like eyes as she watched the boy's departing figure.
Hmm, her butt is nice too.
Jiang Jiayan looked down at her toes, looking extremely haggard.
However, Shen Man did not immediately allow her to go in.
"You like him?"
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