The rain had stopped at some point. Wen Nuan took the last bus home. All the way, her emotions were like a turbulent tide, surging and ebbing.
Ye Feimo's dominance and power were like an insurmountable mountain, leaving her with no ability to resist. Every time she thought about almost being completely taken advantage of by him again just now,
her face would involuntarily flush a deep red, the shyness spreading like a burning flame.
Wen Nuan's pure and innocent world of twenty years seemed to collapse overnight, like a towering building crashing down.
She had been in love with Fang Liucheng for many years.
They had been childhood sweethearts, and even at their closest, the most intimate gesture was just Fang Liucheng gently kissing her forehead.
But Ye Feimo, his actions were so overbearing, recklessly seizing everything from her.
Wait, there was also that advertisement!
That damned advertisement!
She had gone to question him about what happened that night. Even if not for that, she should have confronted him about the advertisement.
When on earth did he shoot that video? Could it be when she was asleep? The more she thought about it, the more Ye Feimo's level of perversion seemed to rise several notches in Wen Nuan's mind.
"Damn it, even if I know what he did is tantamount to a crime, what can I do? I should at least get an advertising fee, right?" Wen Nuan was so frustrated that she couldn't help but bang her head against the seat in front of her.
In the front row sat a handsome high - school student in a neat school uniform. Hearing the noise, the teenager turned his head around with a swish, his face full of a cold and glamorous expression.
"Little sister, if you're upset, just go home and have a meal and then sleep."
Little sister????
Wen Nuan felt like she was in a trance until she got off the bus, as if her soul had left her body. She really couldn't figure out why she was called little sister by someone who looked even younger than her.
Walking in a daze all the way to the downstairs of her apartment, she never expected that Fang Liucheng's car was parked there - the black Rolls - Royce, exuding an air of noble dignity.
Fang Liucheng himself was always elegant in his words and deeds, and even his posture of smoking was so charming.
There were already quite a few cigarette butts at his feet, indicating that he had been standing there for a long time.
Under the cover of night, with the smoke curling up, he slightly raised his head, gazing at the dim light upstairs. From Wen Nuan's perspective, she could just see his perfectly sculpted side - profile.
It had to be said that Fang Liucheng indeed had the charm to attract girls.
He was elegant and cold - hearted, yet with a hint of unruly and evil charm.
Wen Nuan followed his gaze and saw that it was the apartment she rented.
In an instant, her heart seemed to be tightly grasped by something, and a sense of suffocation hit her.
The heart that she thought she had protected so well was also stabbed with pain in an instant. That heart deeply in love with him still clearly felt a sharp twinge, as if an invisible hand was wantonly kneading it.
Her first heartbeat, that purest and most beautiful love, had been given to him without reservation.
In her most beautiful youth, all her laughter, ambiguity, and sorrow were also closely associated with him.
If only life could always remain as it was at the first sight, how wonderful that would be.