"Let's... just end it."
When Lang Feng said this, Zhou Qichen had just opened the door of his room in Yueguo Hotel, and they didn't even exchange a few words of greeting.
Zhou Qichen stopped and looked down at the wine in his hand. Lang Feng had sent him a message asking if he wanted to meet up on Tuesday night, but he didn't say whether they wanted to meet up for dinner or sleep together, so he really didn't expect it.
After a few seconds, he probably digested this fact, raised his eyes and smiled at Lang Feng: "Then have a drink before you go."
Lang Feng seemed to like sweet wines, especially German Riesling. Zhou Qichen had never tasted this kind of wine before he met him, but he was more careful before coming today and placed an order on a friend's WeChat store. He thought, love can be done without action, feelings can be discussed without discussion, but wine cannot be avoided. In a sense, he has actually lived a life of hedonism in the past two years.
When Lang Feng saw him laughing, he turned his head and looked at the night view outside the window. In fact, what he liked most was Zhou Qichen's laugh, all kinds of laughs, implicit, unbridled, teasing, obscure, and indifferent. So at this time, when he said something that he had been brewing for a long time, what he hated most was his laugh. After a long time, he said, "Do you agree?"
Zhou Qichen went to the kitchen and took out a bottle opener, took off his coat, opened the wine, and took out two glasses, pouring a glass for him and Lang Feng. The room was very quiet, and the crystal clear ** hitting the glass wall reminded Lang Feng of the night they first met at Fang Hao's house. At that time, Zhou Qichen was alone at the bar, mixing cocktails. He asked for a simple Margarita, and Zhou Qichen put double the tequila in it. He actually saw it and realized it, but he didn't point it out. Maybe from that moment on, he was too indulgent, both in his own desires and in the person in front of him.
After doing all this, Zhou Qichen said, "Why would I disagree? Just do as you wish." Lang Feng expected that he would not save the relationship, but when he heard these words from his mouth, Lang Feng still felt uncomfortable. However, a short pain is worse than a long one. The more uncomfortable he felt, the more he felt that this decision was the most rational and correct. They met six or seven times and went to bed three times. It was not too little, but it was also enough. After that conversation that day, he also clearly knew that it would be fruitless to continue to pester her, and both sides would suffer.
Lang Feng then took the wine glass, and the two of them didn't move towards the bed, but sat down on the sofa.
He then spoke: "Don't you even ask why?"
Zhou Qichen said: "You don't want to continue, isn't this the reason?"
Lang Feng looked him in the eyes and said, "I don't want to continue, not because I'm not interested anymore, but quite the opposite."
Zhou Qichen drank two more sips, and the aftereffects of the alcohol instantly hit him. At this time, he still joked, "Are you in love with me?" After he said it, he realized that the joke was inappropriate, but it was too late.
Lang Feng didn't argue with him, but continued to say as planned: "It's not love, but I like you very much." He raised his head, his black eyes were bright, with direct emotions. Lang Feng was afraid of Zhou Qichen's smile, but Zhou Qichen was afraid of his eyes. There was a calmness in his eyes that showed a strategic plan, and a directness that showed his sharpness.