Sang Chi remembered that Duan Jiaxu went to help her meet her parents, but she had long forgotten that Fu Zhengchu was also there at the time. It had been seven or eight years since that happened, and her impression of it had faded a lot.
But when Duan Jiaxu mentioned this, Sang Chi's memories came to mind in an instant.
She was silent for a few seconds: "Did you just remember it?"
Duan Jiaxu coughed lightly and said nothing.
His reaction caused Sang Chi's expression to crack, and she understood instantly. She stared at him for a long while, with a tone of disbelief, and said blankly: "Then why didn't you explain it just now?"
Duan Jiaxu smiled: "I'm afraid I'm just thinking too much."
Very justified.
But he clearly guessed Fu Zhengchu's thoughts.
Sang Chi took a deep breath and couldn't help but stretched out her hand to pinch his waist: "Stop pretending."
Her force was not strong, but it seemed like she was tickling him. Duan Jiaxu did not dodge, as if he really felt tickled. He laughed so hard that he was a little out of breath, and spoke with a light breath: "Your classmate is quite imaginative."
Sang Chi also found it extremely absurd: "What does he think?"
“But it’s an interesting guess.”
"…" Sang Chi felt a breath stuck in her chest, unable to go up or down. She didn't want to pay attention to him, and looked at her phone again, trying to find the chat window with Fu Zhengchu, when she found a series of messages from the other end.
Fu Zhengchu: You...
Fu Zhengchu: I was embarrassed to say it in front of you two just now with so many people around.
Fu Zhengchu: It's not good for you to do this. If your parents knew about this, wouldn't they go crazy? And this is not in line with moral ethics. As your friend, I would advise you to turn back.
Fu Zhengchu: Your introduction just now is too open and aboveboard. Aren't you afraid of being seen? To be honest, I am beginning to doubt whether there is something wrong with me.
A few minutes later.
Fu Zhengchu: The more I think about it, the more...
Fu Zhengchu: Think about it carefully. Don't worry, I'm not such a big mouth, I won't tell anyone.
Sang Zhi's forehead twitched and he replied: It's not what you think, this is not my brother, but my brother's friend. He was just helping my brother to meet the teacher for me.
After sending the message successfully, Sang Chi put away his phone and glanced at Duan Jiaxu.
Perhaps because he was afraid that she would be angry, Duan Jiaxu's smile faded a little and he continued to look at her.
But Sang Chi did not mention what happened just now. After seeing Duan Jiaxu's car, he said gently: "Let's go and have dinner."
Duan Jiaxu drove the car to the vicinity of the company.
The two hadn't seen each other for nearly a month. After stopping the car, he didn't rush to get out, but went over to unfasten Sang Zhi's seat belt. The distance between them suddenly shortened, and he stared at her straight, getting closer and closer.
An extremely obvious hint.
Duan Jiaxu tilted his head slightly, and the tip of his nose touched the skin under her eyes. He breathed in a hot breath, and the familiar and pleasant smell of tobacco. Their lips seemed to be about to touch, but they were frozen at this moment.
A distance that is close yet distant.
Ambiguity ferments in the air.
Duan Jiaxu's Adam's apple rolled slightly. Her facial features were softened by the light from the window, and her pupils were light and glowing. He caressed her face tenderly, chuckled, and continued to move his head downwards.
The posture is inexplicably lustful.