Chapter 78 What to do if coaxing fails
“Chengliang, I can’t let go.”
Zhou Yubai’s voice was low and dull, but the words he said shocked Song Chengliang. .
Although Song Chengliang knew Zhou Yubai's love for Sang Nanxi, he still felt unbelievable at this moment.
Regardless of the fact that he has been a cold-tempered person since he followed Zhou Yubai. Whenever he wants something, he will never force it if he cannot keep it.
Just like when Sang Nanxi left, he would rather endure it by himself and get over it as soon as he gets used to it.
But looking at these days, until now.
Song Chengliang felt so deeply that even after all these years, Sang Nanxi might still be a hurdle that he could not overcome in his life.
Zhou Yubai took a deep breath of cigarette, the smell of nicotine penetrated deep into his heart, and the desire that was originally hidden deep in his heart gradually expanded.
He let go once, and such thoughts flashed through his mind during the nights when work was piling up. In those five years, she had fallen in love with others, shed tears for others, and felt emotional for others.
At that time, just the thought of staying for a moment felt like such heart-piercing pain.
Now I can hear every word clearly.
Zhou Yubai curled his lips and chuckled, full of self-deprecation. His stream was so easy to pick up and put down.
These days, he originally wanted to wait until everything came to an end before walking towards her openly.
But...it seems like it's too late.
For every step he took, she took ten steps back.
Thinking of this, his joints couldn't help but clenched, and the white gauze he had just wrapped was soaked in blood again. Under the smoke, even his eyes were covered with a layer of bloodthirsty red.
He didn't care who she had been with in those five years, and he didn't care about the past at all.
As long as she is still by his side...
Even if she uses some means, even if it is despicable.
He put the cigarette in his mouth and opened the wound that had been bandaged again, with blood still oozing out.
The cigarette ash fell rustlingly, and some of it landed on the table. The next moment, there was a crisp sound, and the cigarette ash was lifted up together.
The wine glass shattered, and the glass shards penetrated his flesh and blood.
Song Chengliang exclaimed: "Sir!"
Zhou Yubai squinted his eyes slightly, but his tone was calm: "Chengliang, give her a call."
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Sang Nanxi sat on the chair in a daze for a while before going to the bathroom. As soon as he put on the shower gel, but before he could rinse it off, the phone in the room rang.
The rapid ringing rings again and again, making people feel uneasy.
Sang Nanxi simply wrapped herself in a bath towel and went to answer the call, "Hello."
"Nanxi." The voice on the other end of the phone was a little urgent.
Sang Nanxi's heart sank. Song Chengliang was rarely so anxious. She spoke faster: "What's wrong?" It's blocked. I have to pick him up. Can you please look after him for a while?"
In fact, in hindsight, the logic in this statement is not strict.
He will not lack someone to take care of him, nor can he find a driver to pick up the doctor.
She was distracted by that sentence. At that moment, she just wanted to know urgently whether he was okay.
Sang Nanxi looked out the window, and he didn't know when it started raining again. With the strong wind, the rain fell in torrents.
Heavy rain warning reminders have been sent to your mobile phone. Sang Nanxi bit her lower lip slightly, but hesitated for a moment before responding: "Wait a moment, I'll change clothes."
The foam on her body didn't have time to be rinsed off, so she casually I put on a T-shirt and shorts and went out.
The door was open when I passed by, and a strong smell of smoke wafted out.
Sang Nanxi knocked on the door twice, and there were bursts of light coughing in the room. Then someone said hoarsely: "Come in."
Only a small light was turned on at the door, and Sang Nanxi gently led She closed the door and turned on the light, but she couldn't figure out which room he was in. She shouted in a low voice: "Chengliang? Zhou Yubai?"
The further inside, the stronger the smell of smoke became, and even she couldn't bear it. I started coughing.
Sang Nanxi waved his hand, but it had no effect.
It wasn't until she passed through the living room that Zhou Yubai's figure came into view.
The broken wine glasses on the coffee table had not been cleared away. He stood in front of the window, his injured hand hanging by his side, and blood dripping from his fingertips onto the marble floor.
The dripping blood reflected a translucency similar to water under the light. Sang Nanxi's breathing suddenly stopped and his pupils shrank.
She picked up the gauze on the table and stepped forward quickly. She felt her nose was sore and the anxiety in her tone was uncontrollable: "How did it get like this?"
She wanted to help. He wrapped the wound, but when he got closer, he discovered that there were still many tiny glass shards stuck in the palm of his hand.
Zhou Yubai let her carefully hold his wrist and looked at her frowning for him.
Under the spotlight, her eyelashes trembled rapidly, and Zhou Yubai's heart moved slightly.
He asked tentatively: "You feel sorry for me, don't you?"
Sang Nanxi didn't have time to answer him, so he led the person to sit down on the sofa and turned on the lights. Examine his palms carefully.
Not only the palms, but also the back of the hands were bruised. Without saying a word, she went to the medicine box to find tweezers, and blew gently to help him pull out the glass shards on his hands bit by bit.
Some of the large fragments were okay, but there were still some small ones embedded in the flesh. Although Zhou Yubai did not complain of pain, blood seeped out with a little exertion. There were beads of sweat on her forehead, and she breathed The sound gradually increased.
Sang Nanxi was so annoyed by the glass fragments that he couldn't help scolding: "You have something that you can't talk about properly. You have to make yourself like this. Zhou Yubai, you are getting younger and younger, aren't you?"
< br>Zhou Yubai chuckled lightly, smelling the fragrance of her hair that was so close. , asked her: "I told you, what should I do if she doesn't listen."
Sang Nanxi educated him seriously: "That doesn't mean you have become like this."
She It was hard to get the last fragment out, but I was afraid of missing something, so I didn't dare to bandage it.
He only used gauze to suck up his blood, and used iodophor to disinfect his wounds.
Zhou Yubai was still asking her: "How about you teach me how I can talk so that she can listen?"
Sang Nanxi was silent for a moment and asked in a low voice: "Boys and girls?"
When he asked this question, even Sang Nanxi himself felt that he was probably fainted by the smell of smoke and was really here to give him some advice.
Zhou Yubai sneered. The laughter sounded uncomfortable, a bit harsh, and even felt like a complaint.
He said: "Girl."
Sang Nanxi suddenly felt that her throat was dry and itchy, and her lips were also a little dry. She licked her lower lip lightly and put down his hand.
Her eyes were slightly blank, and she just answered dully: "If it's a girl, don't confront her head-on. Tell her clearly, and... coax her."
At the end, Sang Nanxi felt as if his throat had been cut by a razor blade, smelling of blood, and the pain was severe.
“Then what if the coaxing fails?”
(End of this chapter)