moonlight lure

Yao Jiajia threw a grape into her mouth and raised her eyes carefully, "Are you arguing?"

Song Shiwei lowered her eyes and was silent for a while, then whispered: "I don't want to accept him."

Yao Jiajia asked: "Why?"

Song Shiwei hesitated to speak, not knowing how to answer.

Because he likes me too much? This reason was so Mary Sue that she couldn't even express it.

There was silence in the room for a moment, and the news was being broadcast on the TV. The entertainment anchor's background was colorful, but his face was unusually solemn: [Today at [-]:[-], actor Cheng Lu was found dead in the apartment. Preliminary reports The investigation currently rules out homicide, and the specific cause of death will be announced after further investigation...]
The two people on the sofa were stunned at the same time.

"Fuck!!!"

Yao Jiajia reacted first and whispered, quickly picked up her mobile phone and opened her mailbox to flip through the contract, "We have completed all the paperwork and now the client is dead, can we still get the balance back?"

Song Shiwei pursed her lips and stared at the screen, surprised and confused.

Obviously, the Internet public opinion in the past few days has overwhelmingly supported her, and public figures from all walks of life have been speaking out for her. The popularity of the incident has gradually declined under public relations, but she chose to commit suicide at this time, and in disguise, she confirmed the situation in the video. The faceless body is hers.

Why did she do this? Is it because she just can't get over the hurdle in her heart out of a guilty conscience?

Song Shiwei looked at the photos of the scene on TV, her cold brows becoming more serious.

Or is it because she is the only one who knows that something more terrifying than death is waiting for her?
The next day Song Shiwei came back very early after get off work. Several things that happened one after another last night made her a little uneasy. She had insomnia and fell asleep in a trance near dawn. She had been in a state of drowsiness and lack of energy all day.

Ji Yanchen obeyed and did not show up again, but before going to bed last night, she found a small wound on the inside of her lip, which hurt when eating and drinking.

She dug out the culprit in her heart and whipped her a hundred times. She was so angry that she didn't eat dinner. After she got home and took a shower, she lit a citrus scented incense. The faint sweet smell slowly filled the room with the candlelight. She felt My dizzy head relaxed a little, and I fell asleep on the sofa.

She usually doesn't sleep very deeply, especially during non-sleeping time. Not long ago, she was awakened by the screen of her mobile phone that suddenly lit up.

It had just darkened outside, and the digital clock on the wall was not even eight o'clock.

Song Shiwei reached out and picked up her cell phone from the coffee table. She squinted her eyes and endured the dazzling light of the screen. It was Officer Ji who had disappeared for less than 24 hours and asked her if she was at home.

She wanted to play dead, but his message came right after, and he was at the door.

Song Shiwei clasped the phone and punched the pillow twice.

She was extremely angry that drinking caused her to get into trouble. How could she tell him her unit and building number?
After a few minutes, she sat up slowly, put on some clothes over her pajamas, and reluctantly got up to open the door.

We are all adults, hiding from him is not the solution, and it would be embarrassing for the neighbors to see him. Furthermore, if she didn't see him today, it would be even more difficult if he came to her work tomorrow.

She held the door handle, calmed herself down secretly, and opened the door.

Ji Yanchen raised his eyes when he heard the sound, his dark eyes deep and calm.

The person in front of him obviously had no intention of letting him in. He put on a pretty face and folded his arms, refusing to pay attention to him, but the light red mark he left on his neck was extremely ambiguous and conspicuous.

This contradictory feeling is very subtle and comfortable.

He originally wanted to ask her if she had calmed down and had a serious chat. After a long silence, his tone darkened unnoticeably when he spoke: "Have you had dinner?"

Song Shiwei looked at him coldly, and when she opened her mouth, the wound on her lip hurt again. She pulled down the corners of her lips in annoyance: "I have no appetite."

Before he could speak, she continued in a cold voice: "Why are you still here? I told you I don't want to see you."

He asked calmly: "You haven't calmed down yet?" She frowned: "These are not angry words."

"Is that true?"

"Yes."

Ji Yanchen looked at her quietly for a moment: "Is everything you said last night true?"

She pursed her lips and said hard: "Yes."

"What about the night before?"

"The day before yesterday -"

Song Shiwei blurted out, then fell silent.

She suddenly realized that only he knew what she had said when she was drunk the night before.

Seeing the calm and composed appearance of the popular person in front of her, Song Shiwei couldn't help but wonder in her heart. Could it be that apart from her ex and Hu Ping, did she talk about any more explosive topics?
She bit her lip secretly, and after a while, she turned her face away and tried to calm down: "...I drank too much the day before yesterday. I can't believe what I say when I'm drunk."

He nodded and agreed with her logic: "You drank too much yesterday, so you can't believe what you said yesterday."

Song Shiwei: "..."

She was extremely speechless. Was this person trained in the debate team? Even if Yao Jiajia came to challenge him in a duel, he might not be able to gain the upper hand [-]% of the time.

Her cheeks turned pink, and she yelled out from between her teeth: "Don't always use word games to confuse concepts, it's very childish!"

The person in front of him opened his mouth and was about to speak when the neighbor next door happened to come back from work. After getting out of the elevator, he recognized Ji Yanchen as the poor kid who was kicked out of the house and slept in the garage that day. He said hello enthusiastically: "Hey, we are quarreling again! "

Ji Yanchen: "?"

Song Shiwei: "..."

Both of them turned to look at him. The eldest brother took out the key and enthusiastically persuaded: "Brother, apologize when you need to apologize. As a man, you should be able to bend and stretch. If she doesn't forgive you, just kneel down to her, or else You’re going to sleep in the car again tonight, aren’t you?”

Ji Yanchen looked at the person inside the door thoughtfully, as if he was seriously considering the feasibility of the other person's suggestion. Song Shiwei's face was slightly embarrassed, her lips pursed in silence. After the other party entered the door, she lowered her voice and coldly chased the guest away: "You hurry up and leave."

After saying that, she turned around and closed the door quickly. She saw the people outside in the door mirror and paused for a moment, then really turned around and left.

Song Shiwei couldn't believe that he was so easy to dismiss. She intuitively felt that he might have some tricks up his sleeve. Sure enough, after she was upset and watched an episode of the drama at twice the speed, his message popped up again.

Ji Yanchen: [Leave dinner at the door and heat it up in the microwave when you want to eat. ]
Song Shiwei frowned, ignored it, and clicked on another video episode. But the harder she tried to distract herself, the more she couldn't help but think about him.

She bit her finger like this for half an hour and didn't know what she had read. She put down her phone in annoyance, lowered her head and closed her eyes, burying her face in the pillow like an ostrich and hiding it for a long time.

After she calmed down last night, what haunted her more deeply was no longer that strong and annoying kiss, but his calm confession in the car.

She clearly remembered every word he said, her tone when he said every word, and could even imagine his expression when he stared at her, calm and helpless, sincere and bitter.

He did put a lot of pressure on her, but he was also tempted.

There was a huge black hole in her heart, which she had always been afraid of and longed for to be filled with a passionate and honest feeling. But the hole was too big and bottomless. Everyone who approached her quickly stopped their losses and left after investing a little bit of emotion without hearing any response. She was painfully trapped in self-denial, and did not dare to continue to hope and try again, until she met him.

His feelings were as passionate and strong as his pursuit. Although her repeated rejections were not intended as a test, objectively speaking, she did get the answer she expected.