An Zhiyi breathed heavily. If Zhou Ji hadn't held her wrist, An Zhiyi would have slapped Zhou Ji again without hesitation.
"Do you need to remind me?" An Zhiyi sneered: "It's better to worry more about yourself!"
Zhou Ji pinched her chin, his handsome face came slightly closer, his breath blew on An Zhiyi's nose, and his tone was frivolous: "Which one makes you comfortable, him or me?"
An Zhiyi gritted his teeth: "Get away!"
She and Zhou Ji were in early love, secretly together in high school behind everyone's back. For seven years, they only held hands and kissed, never taking any step beyond their bounds.
Neither of them was in a hurry about that matter. They always felt that they would have plenty of time in the future. Unexpectedly, Zhou Ji would insult her with such a thing now.
"What? He hasn't touched you yet, has he?" Zhou Ji's hand loosened and fell on the necklace at her collarbone. His dark eyes stared at the crimson color: "I think you have been following me for so long... "
"Zhou Ji!"
An Zhiyi stopped struggling and bit her lip, tears filling her eyes.
She wasn't crying because of Zhou Ji's words, but she couldn't believe that the person she had been in love with for so long had such unbearable thoughts.
The young man who secretly smiled at her after being punished for being late to buy her milk tea seemed to have faded in his memory at this moment.
An Zhiyi's heart ached so much that a tear fell on Zhou Ji's hand holding her chin. The smile on Zhou Ji's lips deepened. He let go of his hand and wiped the tears on his fingers.
Still a little warm.
"Isn't it that you don't want to learn from Cheng Yi? What are you going to act now?"
An Zhiyi looked at him with tears in her eyes, her fingers touched the buckle of the necklace, and when she moved, the necklace was held in Zhou Ji's hand.
She took a step back and said to him, "You are so dirty."
"An Zhiyi!" Zhou Ji took a few steps forward and pushed An Zhiyi onto the bench with a strong movement of his wrist. He stared at her with a bit of disgust in his eyes, and held her slender neck in vain. But very casually: "It's a pity that I didn't know until I knew you."
The sky was so dark that An Zhiyi didn't see Zhou Ji's clenched hands with bulging veins.
"Tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning, I will go to An's house to pick you up to buy gifts." Zhou Ji said, "After all, we have to act in a drama for a lifetime. Zhizhi must remember to keep his eyes open."
The wind on the autumn night was not as cold and decisive as Zhou Ji's leaving figure.
An Zhiyi raised her hand to wipe away the tears hanging on her eyelashes. Her expression didn't relax until Zhou Ji's back completely disappeared from her sight.
She leaned against the back of the chair and rubbed her arms. She was indeed a little cold.
She didn't know how long she had been sitting there, but An Zhiyi always felt like someone was staring at her again. She raised her eyes and looked over. She saw Zhou Muchi standing under the streetlight a few meters away from her.
I don’t know how long I stood there.
Their eyes met, and Zhou Tuchi walked up to her.
The darkness blurred his face, but the indifference in his eyes was clearly visible: "What did you do?"
An Zhiyi raised her head, supported her arms and smiled: "Brother Zhou, why haven't you left yet?"
A coat with lingering warmth fell on An Zhiyi's head, and it also carried Zhou Muchi's unique refreshing aura.
"Are you afraid that I will blame you for getting sick?" An Zhiyi put her coat on her body and smiled with squinted eyes: "I'm not such an unreasonable person."
Zhou Muchi looked at her and said nothing, but he stood there and said silently: An Zhiyi is an unreasonable person.
"Okay." An Zhiyi felt guilty when he saw her: "I swear, even if I get sick, I won't blame Brother Zhou."
"Send you back." Zhou Muchi didn't answer her words. He looked at the time and frowned a little: "I still have a cross-border meeting to hold, so hurry up."
"But I don't want to go home." An Zhiyi stood up and walked a few steps. Her ankle was still a little painful, so walking was a little awkward: "I don't want to be alone, so..."
Zhou Muchi looked at her quietly, waiting for her next words.
An Zhiyi knew that Zhou Muchi was happy, so in order to make Zhou Muchi retreat, An Zhiyi rolled his eyes and had an idea: "So just send me to the bar!"
