nashuaworldcup Chapter 285: Just a Bad Guy
Chapter 285: Just a Bad Guy
Duan Yuchen was immersed in a passionate kiss with Qiao Jingyu, when suddenly, the tip of his tongue felt a hint of salty taste. This strange feeling flashed through his mind like a flash of lightning, bringing him back to his senses in an instant, and his passionate kiss on Qiao Jingyu came to an abrupt end.
Reason surged back like a tide, and Duan Yuchen's large and powerful hands suddenly pulled away from Qiao Jingyu's chest as if he had received an electric shock, and then he loosened his hands that were tightly pressed above her head. At this moment, those hands seemed to have lost their direction, hanging in the air somewhat helplessly.
However, the next second, when Duan Yuchen's palm accidentally fell on Qiao Jingyu's cheek, he felt a warm and wet touch. This sudden discovery made this man, who was always as calm as a mountain and remained calm even when facing a collapse, panic instantly.
His voice unconsciously softened, with a hint of concern and confusion: "Why are you crying..." At the same time, he stretched out his other hand and gently wiped the tears that kept sliding down the corners of Qiao Jingyu's eyes. His movements were very careful, for fear of hurting the delicate woman in front of him.
But Qiao Jingyu was like a frightened little deer, and quickly turned her face away, avoiding Duan Yuchen's outstretched hand. Then, she moved her body slightly, trying to squeeze out from the narrow gap between Duan Yuchen's tall body and the door panel. She was seen crying silently, and her crystal tears kept rolling down like pearls that had broken off the string, while she used her trembling hands to haphazardly sort out her clothes that were messed up by Duan Yuchen.
Duan Yuchen felt Qiao Jingyu's every move, and an indescribable complex emotion surged in his heart. He subconsciously raised his right hand, and gently placed his slender fingers on his temple and rubbed it slowly, as if this could relieve his inner anxiety and restlessness. At the same time, his hand seemed to still have the faint, fresh and pleasant scent that he had just touched Qiao Jingyu's skin.
Duan Yuchen's throat rolled slightly involuntarily, and an inexplicable feeling of irritation gradually rose from his lower abdomen, like a burning flame, burning more and more vigorously, making him feel a little uneasy.
Duan Yuchen slowly turned around and leaned his back against the wall beside him. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and skillfully reached into his trouser pocket with his right hand, fumbling out an exquisite cigarette case and a small lighter. Then, he gently picked up a cigarette with his slender fingers and put it to his lips. His other hand sensed the tiny distance between the lighter and the cigarette.
"Swoosh" With a slight and crisp sound, the flame instantly jumped up and quickly lit the cigarette that was quietly waiting to be lit. In an instant, a faint smoke began to rise and gradually spread.
At this moment, Qiao Jingyu, who was wiping away tears silently, paused. She suddenly remembered that Duan Yuchen once asked her to help light a cigarette for him. The scene at that time was vivid in her mind. Thinking back now, Qiao Jingyu couldn't help but wonder: He could light a cigarette so skillfully, why did he ask her to help?
Yes, after that, Qiao Jingyu had seen Duan Yuchen smoking many times. However, since she didn't see him light up every time, she had never thought about this past event.
Thinking of this, Qiao Jingyu felt more and more aggrieved. That hateful man was simply a bad guy! He always tried every possible way to bully and tease her. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Qiao Jingyu felt her eyes moisten again, and tears flowed out uncontrollably like a flood.
She kept wiping the tears from her face, but the tears that kept rolling down could not be stopped. Gradually, Qiao Jingyu felt a little weak and tired, so she simply gave up wiping them and let the tears flow freely, sliding down her fair and tender cheeks, one drop after another, like pearls that had broken off the string, falling to the ground with a patter, splashing small tears.
Afraid that people outside might hear her, Qiao Jingyu held back her tears and didn't cry out loud.
Duan Yuchen unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt while smoking, his handsome brows tightly furrowed.
One was smoking and the other was crying silently.
The air was quiet and stuffy.
Qiao Jingyu stood there crying quietly for a long time, as if she wanted to release all the suppressed emotions in her heart. Gradually, her sobbing became quieter, and she felt much better, so she slowly moved towards the sink.
Coming to the sink, Qiao Jingyu stretched out her shaking hands and gently turned on the faucet. The cool water flowed down, she bent down, scooped up a pool of water with both hands and splashed it on her face, letting the cool touch take away the remaining tears and heat on her cheeks. After washing her face, she slowly raised her head and looked at herself in the mirror. The woman in the mirror had red eyes like a rabbit, and there was a thin, hazy mist in her eyes, which was obviously the trace left by crying bitterly. Such obvious signs of crying would probably not completely disappear even after ten or twenty minutes.
However, Qiao Jingyu couldn't care less at the moment. She knew she couldn't hide in this small bathroom to escape reality forever, and she had to face what she had to face. Thinking of this, she took a deep breath, calmed herself, and then resolutely turned around and walked towards the bathroom door.
When she put her hand on the door handle and was about to pull it open, suddenly a broad and powerful hand covered her small hand. Qiao Jingyu's body trembled violently, and a familiar breath rushed to her face. Then, Duan Yuchen's deep and magnetic voice sounded in her ears: "...I'm sorry..."
These three simple words hit Qiao Jingyu's heart like a heavy hammer. She felt her eyes begin to heat up again, and tears seemed to burst out at any time. But she resisted the urge, raised her head slightly, and tried to force the tears that were about to flow back into the depths of her eyes. At the same time, she said coldly: "Let go, I want to get out."
Hearing this, Duan Yuchen did not let go, but held it tighter. He called softly: "Jingyu..."
"I want to go home!" Qiao Jingyu could no longer suppress the emotions surging in her heart. Although her voice was still gentle, it was mixed with endless grievances and the hoarseness that was unique after crying.
Duan Yuchen frowned and let go of Qiao Jingyu's hand.
When Qiao Jingyu opened the door, Duan Yuchen said, "I'll let Dong Lei take you back."
"No thanks." Qiao Jingyu said as she opened the bathroom door, lowered her head and walked outside, then came to the sofa and picked up her bag.
Seeing that Qiao Jingyu seemed to want to leave, Zhou Ruifeng quickly asked, "Are you going home?"
Qiao Jingyu lowered her head and replied, "Yeah!" Then she walked out.
"Wait a minute..." Zhou Ruifeng was about to stand up when he was stopped by Meng Yu.
"Brother, don't hold me back. I want to ask Qiao Jingyu for her cell phone number." Zhou Ruifeng said anxiously as he looked at Qiao Jingyu who had already opened the door and left.
Meng Yu looked at Duan Yuchen who came out from the inner room, frowned and said to Zhou Ruifeng, "Just sit here honestly." Then he smiled at Duan Yuchen and said, "Don't you want to play anymore?"
"Well, let's go back first." Duan Yuchen said softly.
The door of the box was opened at this time, and Feng Bo walked in. He looked at Duan Yuchen hesitantly, but in the end he said nothing. He walked to Duan Yuchen and held his forearm.
"I have something to do, so I'll leave first. You guys continue." Duan Yuchen waved towards the inner room.