Although Cheng Zihao was an unconventional man in Gu Xijun's eyes, she never expected that the other party would confess to her so directly.
Suffocating pleasure came suddenly, and the smell of man breath mixed with chili pepper was not a kissing experience that went down too well.
When Gu Xijun realized that she was still in the hot and sour noodle store, she violently pushed the man beside her away, her entire face red as if on fire.
Don't mess around!
Cheng Zihao's lips curved into a nice arc, his eyebrows gently quivered, and he scoffed, The chili pepper really doesn't taste too good.
Looking at the other party with a smirk, Gu Xijun was so angry that she couldn't speak. She hurriedly beckoned the waiter to settle the bill and left the restaurant in a hurry.
This time she didn't let Cheng Zihao send herself back, and he didn't insist.
Gu Xijun rushed home and collapsed on the sofa, with a complex mood and ten thousand feelings in her heart. The cell phone emitted a familiar ringtone, which was the text message tone she had set up especially for Cheng Zihao.
I'll wait for your reply.
A simple sentence tugged at millions of strands of nerves in Gu Xijun's heart. She was a little bewildered, feeling that it was difficult to see through this man who was calm on the surface and fiery inside.
Dropping her cell phone, Gu Xijun hugged the kitten Katie doll on the sofa, her mood a little subtle. A cardboard box was placed on the coffee table, which was piled high with the small gifts Cheng Zihao had sent over the days.
It turned out that without realizing it, they had been entangled for more than two months. On the one hand, she hated him for robbing her of her most precious thing. On the other hand, she had become dependent on this man with his inscrutable temperament.
It was like a night of spring rain, unknowingly letting a man dive into her heart, moisturizing her heart that had become parched from loneliness.
At the top of the box lay the box of prismacolor colored pencils, and Gu Xijun reached out and took them down, naturally taking out her sketchbook from the cabinet and beginning to scribble randomly.
The entire ten pages were filled with Cheng Zihao's graceful face. The way he laughed, the way he got angry, the way he looked at himself with deep emotion, all appeared vividly on the drawing paper.
At the end of her drawing, she flung her sketchbook toward the tabletop in obscurity. Her eyes inadvertently swept over the cell phone on the desktop. She gritted her teeth and held the phone in her palm as a strange thought crossed her mind.
The familiar numbers were dialed and a refreshing male voice soon came from the other end of the line.
Brother, it's me.
Xiao Jun, are you alright? Gu Bo Qiao's concerned voice came, but it was mixed with a hint of helplessness that Gu Xijun couldn't read.
There was a pause before Gu Xijun replied, I came to the sea city and lived well on my own. You don't have to worry.
Gu Bo Qiao sighed heavily, said in a serious tone: Dad is also a moment of fire to cover the eyes, you come back to lower your voice and admit your mistakes, he may forgive you.
Brother, I did not do wrong. Gu Xijun's chest came with a suffocating pain, subconsciously covering her burning chest, and only after a long time did she open the door and ask: I heard he's getting married, right?
The other end of the phone fell into a boundless silence, I don't know how long it took before Gu Bo Qiao answered, Yes.
If I hadn't happened to learn this news from someone else's mouth, do you plan to hide it from me for the rest of your lives? It was the first time Gu Xijun had spoken so fiercely to her own brother since she had grown up.
Gu Bo Qiao patiently parsed and said, "Dad was so scared that he almost had a heart attack from the trouble he got into before, can't you save us the trouble? Now Gu's...
Speaking here, Gu Bo Qiao wanted to speak. This unusual silence caused Gu Xijun to feel a flood of sourness gradually enveloping her heart and lingering.