Why did you come home so late? The gloomy male voice contained reproach, a pair of arms wrapped around Gu Xijun's body like chains, and his beard-covered chin casually rubbed against her hair.
The strong smell of cigarettes hit her, and even without the lights on, Gu Xijun could guess who the man behind her was.
She struggled to break free from the other's embrace, quickly turned on the lights of the apartment, turned around and glared at Cheng Zihao, who was walking against the doorway, with defensive eyes, and cursed angrily: How come you're always a wrongdoer? This is my place, I can call the police for trespassing in the middle of the night.
Cheng Zihao's face is slightly tired, as if no one else, walked to the sofa and collapsed, commanded like a grandfather, I just got off the plane and came over, dinner has not been eaten, you quickly do something for me to eat.
That tone of voice, that attitude, it's as if you've made this place your home.
Gu Xijun was on fire, and no matter how good her temper was, she couldn't help but growl, Cheng Zihao, stop pretending to be crazy. This is my home, you get out right now!
The deliberately suppressed anger and unpleasant experiences could not help but pour out because of Cheng Zihao's appearance. Gu Xijun stepped forward and clutched Cheng Zihao's hand, dragging him out with all her strength.
But this ambiguous movement allowed the treacherous man to take advantage of the situation, and with a little force he pulled the other into his arms, circling them in the warmth of his arms.
I'm sorry.
Three simple words, spat out from the arrogant and conceited man's mouth with a hint of helplessness and remorse, seemed to have a magical power that could dispel Gu Xijun's anger.
Capricious and cold as she, in the end, could not resist the man to lower the posture of the apology. The original struggling hands also became stiff, stagnant against his forehead, chest bitter and throbbing.
Let go of me! Gu Xijun didn't stop struggling, but the man's strength was too great for her to break free.
Which night was in a bad mood, drunk, no intention to violate you. Cheng Zihao s voice was hoarse, each word was almost laboriously spat out, patiently parsing, Hurt you, I am sorry. No matter what compensation you ask for, I will try to fulfill it.
Cheng Zihao buried his head deep in the nape of Gu Xijun's neck, his burning breath seeming as if it could set her on fire at any moment.
Slightly cool ten fingers reached into Cheng Zihao's soft hair, she didn't move and pushed the man on top of her away, saying in a tone that was so calm that it made one's hair stand on end, If you want to make amends, please disappear in front of me from now on. Seeing you reminds me of the humiliation I received that night.
Cheng Zihao was stumped, the unique body odor of the woman's body still lingering on the tip of his nose.
Xijun... He whispered her name, but did not touch her further. The woman in front of him had a calmness that was different from the norm, and her watery eyes were filled with defensiveness and resentment, making people feel heartbroken and compassionate.
Cheng Zihao was silent for a while, before pulling out a white cell phone from his pocket, resting on the coffee table, his tone once again regained its calmness, as if the low voice just now was just a hallucination: Your cell phone was thrown into the sea by me, this is the compensation for you. Inside the storage of my private number, if something happens, although call me.
Gu Xijun froze on the sofa, quietly silent. But the deep, bottomless sorrow in her eyes was the most powerful killing weapon, causing discomfort to well up in Cheng Zihao's heart.
I'll say it one last time, get lost! Gu Xijun's voice was cold and icy, not carrying a trace of temperature. Her hand slowly was moving over to the books on the coffee table, clenching the copy of One Hundred Years of Solitude in her palm and smashing it over Cheng Zihao's body without hesitation.
The corner of the book accurately smashed into the corner of Cheng Zihao's eye, cutting a small opening and blood slowly dripping out.
The man reached out and wiped his hand, his eyes slightly converging, but he didn't say anything in the end. His eyes were very complicated when he looked at Gu Xijun again, and he finally disappeared quietly into the living room.
Gu Xijun bit her lips tightly, her mood hitting rock bottom. In the future, he would walk his sunny avenue, and she would walk her one-way bridge. The absurdity of the past will end with the sealing of this night.