She had no choice but to send him a message: "Let's meet in the evening, okay?"
Even if he found out that she was a liar, she had to meet him and accept the torture of his eyes.
All for survival.
At 5:30 in the evening, she arrived at Fu Nanli's apartment and rang the doorbell because she was no longer qualified to enter directly.
When there was no response, she squatted against the wall and waited for him to come back.
At six o'clock, the elevator door opened. He saw a person sitting on the ground with her legs hugged. His heart suddenly sank. She looked like an abandoned stray cat in winter, pitiful and innocent.
Wen Qiao stood up, his tone showing his caution, "You... you're back."
His jaw muscles twitched slightly, his fingers rubbing the edge of the captain's cap, he looked at her, and after a while he said, "Why didn't you come into the house?"
Wen Qiao's reserved smile made him feel extremely irritated. She said, "Just looking at you is enough. I... I'm leaving first."
He stood there, motionless as a mountain, as quiet as a winter night and so cold that people dared not say a word.
Wen Qiao walked past him cautiously, and suddenly his wrist was grabbed by him.
She waited for him for a long time, her fingers were cold.
His hands were as warm as ever.
"Why is it so cold?"
As soon as he opened his mouth, Wen Qiao's heart sank.
"I waited for you for a while."
"Why don't you go inside and wait?"
Wen Qiao didn't dare to look back at him, and said in a muffled voice: "You haven't contacted me for a long time, I... thought we had broken up."
There was a long silence. Finally, the man held her hand tightly and pulled her towards the door. The sound of pressing the password was mixed with his deep voice.
"I've been busy lately and haven't been able to take care of you," he said.
The door opened and Wen Qiao was pulled in by him.
"I... have something to say to you..."
Before he could finish his words, his kiss fell.
The person who was feeling cold just now seemed to be warmed up by the floor heating in the apartment.
This kiss was different from usual ones.
Because he bit her.
With a hint of ferocity and punishment.
After a while, Wen Qiao sat on the sofa in a well-behaved posture. Fu Nanli sat opposite her, leaned forward slightly, took out a tissue, and pressed it against the corner of her mouth. "Does it hurt?"
Wen Qiao wanted to nod. He bit hard, so of course it hurt.
"It doesn't hurt."
There was humility and flattery in her eyes, which made Fu Nanli feel upset. He lowered his eyes and said, "It's okay to say it hurts. It's my fault."
Wen Qiao still shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."
The bleeding stopped, and Fu Nanli felt suffocated when he saw the wound, and his face became a little gloomy.
Wen Qiao hesitated and said, "I have something to tell you."
She wanted to confess to him, but the lie in her heart made her feel guilty.
His rough thumb gently stroked the corner of her mouth: "No need to say anything, I'll take you back."
"Can… "
The look in his eyes showed that he didn't want to hear anything she said.
Wen Qiao's heart trembled, and he pulled her out. When she went downstairs, she asked, "Can I... still come to see you in the future?"
She couldn't tell what he was thinking anymore.
"We are boyfriend and girlfriend, why can't you come to me?"
The access door downstairs opened. It was chilly outside at night. Fu Nanli took her hand and walked out.
Fu Nanli opened the car door for her, but did not get in. Wen Qiao opened the car window and looked up at the tall man: "Our folk music club will have a performance at the Wenci Art Center on Thanksgiving night. Do you have time to watch it?"
More updates coming
Happy New Year! I hope everything goes well for you in the new year!
(End of this chapter)