I don't deserve your love

After an unknown amount of time, the door of their private room was opened.

The person who was singing turned his head inadvertently, and then lost his voice.

After he went in, he quickly found the person in the most inconspicuous position.

Although she covered her head with a coat.

Li Yuqing and Zhuo Jian were separated by three seats, and did not move, but just watched Fu Yanye approaching her coldly.

After a few more songs, the room suddenly fell silent.

Everyone seems to be gone.

left her alone.

Zhuo Jian was actually a little sleepy too, her head ached from the alcohol, she raised her hand and easily pulled off the coat on her face.

Sure enough, the people who sang in front were no longer there.

only……

Someone is sitting next to her.

It's black trousers, so it's not Li Yuqing.

Li Yuqing is wearing casual clothes today.

She thought who Taylor had been with when she saw him.

There was silence all around.

Her hand accidentally touched the play button on the tablet next to her, and then an old song they were familiar with slowly started again.

And they still looked at each other.

Like in a dream.

Otherwise, why would he suddenly appear?

"why cry?"

After a long time, he seemed to have just found his voice, but he just asked in such a low voice.

why cry?

Zhuo Jian didn't want him to know about it, and unconsciously looked at him with angry and stubborn eyes.

But Fu Yanye seemed to want her to give an answer, and called her: "Zhuo Jian, answer me."

"When you're in the restaurant, aren't you acting?"

"acting?"

Fu Yanye frowned.

"Why are you here?"

Zhuo Jian asked him back.

Fu Yanye saw her eyes getting deeper and deeper, he didn't expect her to be so clear, and finally said with a sneer: "Because it's acting, acting requires a full set, those people know where I live tonight, if you are not here , they will naturally know what happened to us."

"What happened to us?"

Zhuo Jian still asked him straightforwardly.

Fu Yanye didn't expect to be asked by her all the time, and suddenly became angry, turned around to block her sight, sat on her lap, held her wet face, looked into her stubborn eyes, and asked her more coldly, "You are not qualified to ask me, answer my question first, why are you crying?"

Why is she crying in the crowd?

Why cover your face like a poor worm?

Doesn't she know that she can't deceive anyone that she is crying with her face covered and crying like that.

Does she want everyone to think that she has been wronged?

In their damned unforgettable relationship.

"My ankle hurts."

Zhuo Jian looked at him for a long time, and when tears fell again, she was extremely weak and her voice was indistinct.

She wanted to go, wanted to escape quickly.

But he was on her lap, in such an ambiguous posture, and then he held her face and forced her to ask why she was crying.

Why did he do this?

If you want to let go, let it go. Why did you come to her again in such a late night when she was so drunk and unconscious.

She was afraid that she would not be able to restrain herself and do things that she would regret.

She tried her best to control herself and keep herself awake, but as soon as her voice came out, she knew that she was about to lose control.

She wanted to accuse, to be wronged, to cry unscrupulously in front of him like their daughter, to act like a baby to him, to make him feel sorry for her.

"The ankle hurts?"

Fu Yanye questioned her.

"Um, can you get off me?"

Zhuo Jian asked him humbly again.

Thinking of his own weight, Fu Yanye frowned, moved away from her and sat next to her, but still entangled with her breathing, "Why does your ankle hurt suddenly?"

"It's raining a lot these days."

The old disease is like this, when it is cold, rainy and wet, it will hurt.

Fu Yanye looked at her, not believing her words at all.

What he didn't believe was not that her ankle didn't hurt, but that it was because her ankle hurt that she cried like that.

He could easily hold her knee, lift it up, and put it on his lap.

Zhuo Jian wanted to escape, but he held her tightly to prevent her from moving. His hands went down her knees, causing her legs to tremble, but in the end he just held her ankles.

"Will it be better?"

It was warm in his palm, and her clammy ankle felt better immediately.

But she curled up on the sofa and looked at him, not knowing why he was acting like this all of a sudden.

He's been doing pretty well for a while, been apathetic, living his own life.

"let me go."

Her voice was still muffled, but she was firm.

"You are so pitiful, don't you just want me to keep you warm?"

"No."

"No? It's not why you want to make yourself a victim in full view. It's you who is clearly going to end it."

"The victim?"

Zhuo Jian didn't understand when she made herself look like a victim.

Thinking about what she had done just now, she suddenly felt extremely regretful.

Seeing the questioning and indifference in his eyes, she secretly swore in her heart that she would never drink alcohol to sing with her colleagues again. Everyone else was singing, but she was feeling sorry for herself.

That's funny, how could this be what Zhuo Jian did?

So unconscious, so irrational.

"Zhuo Jian..."

He called her and held back.

The music in the room was at its most ups and downs.

Zhuo Jian looked into his eyes, didn't know what he was thinking, and didn't dare to think too much.

But he finally held her ankle and leaned forward in front of her, their foreheads were touching, his breath also smelled of alcohol, but not as strong as hers.

He only had one drink, out of politeness when he announced he was leaving.

He was absent-minded all night.

Why did he come to this city?

It's work, it's work.

He looked at her and told himself this over and over again.

But he wants to say that if she is willing to take back what she said that night, he is also willing to pretend that she has never heard of it.

They can still go back to the past.

They can still keep each other warm and comfort each other.

The music was still going on, and he didn't know whether it was because of the lyrics or because he just felt it there, and his thin lips gently rubbed against hers.

Her lips were wet with tears, salty, but with her unique sweetness.

He couldn't help deepening the kiss, he hugged her on the sofa, held her ankles and asked her to bend her knees, and then continued to kiss her.

Zhuo Jian's mind went blank, she didn't know how she was kissed by him, and she didn't resist.

When she woke up, she immediately tilted her head, covered her mouth in disbelief, looked at him after a long time, and asked him, "What are you doing?"

"Kissing you."

He said.

Zhuo Jian became even more desolate, and raised her hand to push his shoulder: "Get up."

He looked at her, unable to get up.

He just thought she was damn annoying, but he couldn't leave her.

"We parted."

"We can then..."

"Impossible, have you forgotten who you brought here?"

She saw the girl named Cheng Nuo.