Frostbite

Chapter 25: 025 Subtle changes

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After asking this question, I regretted it immediately, and now it’s probably even more embarrassing.

"I... I didn't do anything..." Feng Zhenyang pretended to pull open the thick curtains, and then the embarrassment disappeared, and shamelessness surfaced: "It's not that you were feeling uncomfortable last night, and I don't know why you cried like a ghost at night, and I couldn't sleep, so I came here... Well, I planned to shut you up..."

Block my mouth? How can you block it like that! He clearly wanted to molest me! No! He had already molested me! I think Feng Zhenyang kissed me secretly, it's unlikely, could it be my illusion

Last time, he deliberately acted like Zhao Yicheng to stop my thoughts and prevent me from being useless and having any connection with Zhao Yicheng. His worry was not unnecessary. The scar healed and the pain was forgotten. It was very easy for me to do that.

The winter sun shines outside the window, shining through the second layer of white lace curtains and the glass windows, casting colorful light and shadows on the wall. Feng Zhenyang is wearing light gray home clothes. He has an upright posture, outstanding appearance, and a natural clothes hanger. He looks good in anything.

But I had already gotten used to it, and at the moment I felt very awkward, so I had no mood to appreciate his peerless beauty that he had boasted about many times.

I followed his pretense and pretended to be pretentious. In fact, I was extremely nervous, so nervous that I even forgot to ask why I was in this place. Shouldn't I be in the hotel

My heart was filled with turmoil, but I pretended to be calm and took over his words: "Um, I'm so sorry for disturbing you. Now you can go to sleep..."

Once you get nervous, you'll easily become incoherent. It's better not to say anything if you're talking nonsense. I've always been sharp-tongued in front of Feng Zhenyang, but since I lied last night, my eloquence seems to have declined.

It is true that I took advantage of Feng Zhenyang last night. If this happened in the past, I would have slapped him so hard that he wouldn't even recognize Feng's mother.

However, today I didn't. After I realized that I had said something wrong, I quickly made amends and changed the subject: "Are you busy? Aren't you going to the set today?"

Feng Zhenyang was displeased and spread his hands. "Last night was supposed to be our last scene, but you messed it up! So we have to reshoot tonight. There's nothing to do during the day."

He paused, looking me up and down. "Shen Jiaying, you got angry with your ex-husband in the middle of the night and disrupted my work plans. You kept me awake all night, and you didn't even show any appreciation?"

"Say? What do you mean?" I looked at him in confusion: "Didn't you forgive me last night?"

When I said this, I felt as if I was being a little shameless, so I immediately added: "If you're still angry, I'll let you fool me again next time. If you suddenly get acute meningitis in the middle of the night and call me, I'll definitely be there right away!"

I said it with great confidence, and Feng Zhenyang looked pale: "Are you cursing me?"

"Alright, alright, hurry up and get up! Take the medicine first!" Feng Zhenyang was helpless, but he didn't forget to insult me, saying, "You look like you have a brain burn. You are totally brain-dead. Why did you let Zhao Yicheng into the house for no reason? You are really becoming more and more shameless! If you don't take the medicine, you might come to Zhao Yicheng tomorrow and offer yourself to him!"

"Hey! Feng Zhenyang! Don't think you can talk nonsense just because you helped me! How did I do that!" Being provoked by Feng Zhenyang, I immediately forgot about the embarrassment, sat up, and explained angrily: "It was Zhao Yicheng! He went in by himself! He's not that... Don't you have a key?"

I… why should I explain this to Feng Zhenyang? He and I are just friends, there seems to be no need to explain. I felt strange when I said this, and I couldn't explain the feeling in my heart.

Actually, ever since I was drunk and unconscious last time and was taken home by Feng Zhenyang, the relationship between him and me seemed to have changed. If you really want me to explain it, I don't know how to describe it. Anyway, the change was very subtle. Later on the set, he forcefully kissed me again, and the feeling was even more... Anyway, it shouldn't be the same as before.

In addition, in the past six months, whenever I was under pressure from my parents, endless accusations from Zhao Yicheng's mother, and overwhelming abuse from Zhao Yicheng's fans, Feng Zhenyang was always by my side to comfort me. I don't want to think too much about Feng Zhenyang's care and comfort. I think it is just concern for a friend, without any other emotions mixed in.

I was thinking about all sorts of things here, but Feng Zhenyang, the instigator, acted as if nothing had happened. He snorted and continued to mock me: "You haven't changed the locks for more than half a year after your divorce, Shen Jiaying. I noticed that your IQ has plummeted since your divorce!"

"Oh, if there's no one around you, you'd feel lost, right?" Feng Zhenyang said with disdain. He walked to the door but turned back, staring at me seriously and said, "Shen Jiaying, you should find a boyfriend. It will help you get over the shadow of divorce."

As Feng Zhenyang approached, I subconsciously reached out to pull the quilt to cover my body, which was already dressed, and rolled my eyes at him: "Do you think finding a boyfriend is like picking cabbages at the vegetable market? Can you just find one when you say so?"

As I was about to finish my words, Feng Zhenyang suddenly came over, put one hand on my shoulder, and leaned his head surprisingly close to me, so close that I could almost feel his warm breath.

"Shen Jiaying, what do you think of me?" His pleasant voice sounded in my ears, and his tone was very different from usual. He pinched my chin with his other hand and turned my face to face him. His bright eyes stared at me closely: "How am I? Huh?" (To be continued)