Chapter 79 Regret letting her go
Sang Nanxi clenched her fists and distanced herself from him: "That means you have done something sorry for me."
Her I was thinking that maybe because of what happened at the airport a few days ago, that Miss Wang knew about it.
Zhou Yubai thought for a moment and said in a solemn tone: "Well, I'm sorry for her."
"Then what should we do?" He was still asking.
Sang Nanxi thought Zhou Yubai might have suffered a brain injury, so he asked her about it.
She was a little irritated and glared at him and said: "What are you asking me for? How do I know what to do? You ask whoever you provoke. How can you ask your ex-girlfriend? You really treat me like you." Military advisor?”
After venting her anger, her eyes were a little wet, and she felt a little embarrassed. He stood up in a daze and was about to leave, "There should be nothing wrong with your hand. The doctor will take care of it when he gets there. If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."
"Hiss——" Crying in pain, Sang Nanxi was startled by him. There was a wet touch on his wrist, which was blood seeping out again.
When Song Chengliang opened the door, he heard a curse coming from inside: "Zhou Yubai, why do you always do such mindless things!"
"You deserve to be hurt to death!"
Song Chengliang and the doctor looked at each other, and after hearing these words, they knocked on the door: "Sir."
Sang Nanxi hurriedly called: " Come in."
She glanced at her wrist and said anxiously: "Let go."
He acted rogue: "You won't leave if I let go?"
Sang Nanxi couldn't care so much, so she could only respond to him first: "I'm not leaving."
When the doctor came in, she stood aside politely, lowered her eyes, and deliberately kept silent with Zhou Yubai. distance.
But when the doctor was examining the wound, she couldn't help but put her feet up and take a peek.
Song Chengliang walked to her side, gently supported her arm and pushed her forward: "Nanxi, you can get closer if you want."
Sang Nanxi stepped back. He took a step back, his expression gloomy: "No, I'm afraid of blocking the light."
"Block the light?" Zhou Yubai asked the doctor.
Sang Nanxi was embarrassed by his question and wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
The doctor shook his head: "Mr. Zhou, it doesn't block the light."
Zhou Yubai looked up at her, and Sang Nanxi could only grit his teeth and sit down opposite him.
After applying the ointment, the doctor said: "The glass has been cleaned. Do not touch your hands with water recently. Just change the ointment every day."
"Chengliang, send the doctor out."
Sang Nanxi stood up and wanted to follow him.
Zhou Yubai's voice was even pleading: "Xixi, don't leave."
Song Chengliang and the doctor looked at each other in tacit understanding, quickened their pace of leaving, and quickly closed the door.
It was still raining outside, but the strong wind and rain were blocked outside the glass window. The room smelled of blood and medicine.
As the heat source behind him approached, he gently placed his chin on her shoulder and asked again: "Can you please don't leave?"
Sang Nanxi shook his head, stubbornly unwilling to turn around: "No."< br>
Zhou Yubai lowered his head and pressed his lips to the back of her neck. The smell was similar to his, but the skin was a little too smooth.
With the warm breath spraying out, Sang Nanxi's body trembled slightly.
Zhou Yubai's kiss went down the back of the neck and stayed on the back. He gently held her waist with one hand and whispered: "Xixi, you see, I can't coax her well."
"She doesn't want me anymore. She just wants to leave when she sees me. She didn't want me five years ago. Please teach me how to coax her back, okay?"
"Or, Please help me think about it, does she still love me and is she willing to wait for me? "
The person he wanted to coax was never anyone else, but her. Sang Nanxi closed his eyes slightly, trying to suppress the sourness in his eyes in this way.
Sometimes, even Sang Nanxi herself felt that Zhou Yubai loved her more deeply than she thought.
At this moment, she was really shaken.
But the words she spoke were still the same as those many years ago. I don’t know whether she was trying to comfort him or herself. They were light and airy, as if they were just a joke: "Forget it."
She didn't answer any of his questions, she just rejected all their possibilities with a negative.
The hands around her waist gradually tightened, making her unable to breathe.
His kiss came back, but much softer, unhurried, as if to make the moment last longer.
This kiss could even be called pious.
Sang Nanxi did not speak anymore, waiting silently for the moment when his consciousness returned.
But there is no such possibility. Her indulgence is like letting a beast out of its cage that has not smelled the smell of blood for a long time. The moment it touches her, it wants to swallow her. .
He picked her up with one hand and walked to the room. After a few steps, under Sang Nanxi's stunned eyes, he refuted her words, "Xixi, it doesn't matter."
< br>He had already thought about it when the fragments penetrated his skin. He didn't want to do anything about adult beauty. He just wanted her to stay by his side.
He leaned forward, their foreheads were touching, the tips of their noses were facing each other, and there was an almost crazy paranoia in his eyes.
How many times over the years has he regretted letting her go.
Those bright and clear eyes, at least at this moment, belong to him alone.
Such an illusion made him addicted, obsessed and sinking.
But she was still awake. Even at this time, she was just telling him calmly: "Zhou Yubai, be careful with your hands."
The reflection in her eyes was obviously his, so why did she completely exclude him from her heart.
Zhou Yubai was puzzled, his bitter smile overflowed, and he asked her for an answer: "Xixi, why don't you tell me how I can be as cruel as you and tear a person out of his heart completely? Let's go."
After a long time, Sang Nanxi suddenly reached out and held his face. On her wrist, there was proof that he had left her with blood.
Sang Nanxi gently traced his eyebrows with his thumb, from the brow bone to the bridge of the nose and then to the lips.
She had done this action countless times. At that time, she had deep love for him in her eyes.
She said: "Abai, it's not just my eyes that remember you."
From the moment she decided to love him, she carved him into her heart.
Zhou Yubai is still the same as in his memory.
Sang Nanxi couldn't help but refute his words in her heart. You see, no one is better than anyone else. People who obviously don't dare to dream in dreams can still remember every outline of him so clearly.
It’s just that most of these words cannot be said.
Sang Nanxi hugged the back of his neck and suddenly called him: "Abai."
Zhou Yubai was stunned and subconsciously responded to her: "I am here."
She turned her head Buried on his neck and shoulders, a moist feeling gradually came, tears filled the air, but the corners of her mouth were rising.
He was flustered for no reason. He wanted to kiss her tears away, but Sang Nanxi's voice slowly sounded in his ears.
She said: "Your engagement dress was made in London, did you know?"
"Very beautiful, really beautiful."
More beautiful than she had ever imagined.
(End of this chapter)