No good cat

After returning to the bedroom, Chen An didn't go to bed immediately, but went to the bedside and turned off the bedside lamp, then pursed her lips and smiled while it was dark.

Zhao Xiwei has no one around, which is good news.But the bad thing is that Zhao Xiwei still doesn't know the real reason for their breakup.

They broke up because he wanted to communicate with Zhao Xiwei on an equal footing, but Zhao Xiwei, like his mother Chen Yaru, believed that what he said was always right and asked him to be completely obedient.

Chen An lifted the quilt and lay down on the bed. The curtains were not drawn tightly, and the not too bright moonlight shone in through the gap.

The realization that Zhao Xiwei was in the living room made him both at ease and nervous. He felt a little insomnia, so he thought of the first time he met Zhao Xiwei.

He was 17 years old that year. At that time, Chen Yaru and Xie Songcheng had just divorced, and he was awarded to Chen Yaru. To be precise, only Chen Yaru was willing to want him, and Xie Songcheng's boyfriend did not agree that he would follow Xie Songcheng.

But in fact he follows everyone the same, because he was raised by a nanny.

Chen Yaru and Xie Songcheng didn't go home often. He only fantasized about the relationship between his parents when he was very young, and then he gradually accepted that he was just the product of the combination of their interests.

He transferred from a private school to City C No. [-] Middle School only because Xie Songcheng's boyfriend was teaching in the high school he was studying in, and Chen Yaru didn't want them to have a chance to get in touch.

He doesn't care where he goes to school, because everything has been arranged for him since he was a child, and what Chen Yaru said is what he needs to do.

The day he reported it caused quite a commotion, and Zhao Xiwei was one of the protagonists of the commotion.

When he went, it happened to be in time for Zhao Xiwei's class to have physical education class. He needed to pass by the playground and report to the Academic Affairs Office.

But he seems to have lacked the magic magnetic field of so-called luck since he was a child. When he was passing by the playground, he was unfortunately hit on the head by a flying basketball.

He couldn't remember who hit him with the ball, but Zhao Xiwei was the first to jump out of the iron net.

Zhao Xiwei's speed was so fast that he felt that everyone else was in slow motion, because Zhao Xiwei had already come to him before the other people in the playground could react.

"How is it?" Zhao Xiwei ran to him and squatted down, took his arm and tried to pull him up.

He seemed to have said it was okay, but Zhao Xiwei insisted on taking him to the infirmary.The infirmary needed a student card to register, but he hadn't reported it yet, so Zhao Xiwei took him to the academic affairs office, dormitory, and school uniform factory.

Then they had dinner together logically, and Zhao Xiwei became the first person he met in No. [-] Middle School. He later asked Zhao Xiwei why he took him to the infirmary, but Zhao Xiwei just laughed.

"At that time, you were hit by a basketball and squatted on the ground with your head in your arms. I really wanted to see it." Zhao Xiwei said.

Zhao Xiwei said that because he thought he was very pitiful, he was a thin and thin kitten whose head was hit by a ball, and looked like a bullied milk cat, with no ability to resist at all.

But Zhao Xiwei didn't explain why he was so enthusiastic. At least in his opinion, Zhao Xiwei was too enthusiastic at the time, so much so that later he felt that no one he knew was as good as Zhao Xiwei.

The alarm clock rang at 11 o'clock in the evening, and Chen An's nighttime memories were interrupted. He opened his eyes and took the mobile phone on the bedside table sideways.

The brightness of the mobile phone was very high, which was very dazzling in the bedroom where the lights were not turned on. He squinted his eyes a little uncomfortably.

There was a knock on the bedroom door, and Zhao Xiwei's phone also had an alarm clock at 11pm.

"An'an," Zhao Xiwei's voice came from outside the door, "I can't sleep."

Maybe it's because it's easy to be impulsive at night, or maybe it's because the alarm clock at 11 o'clock makes people not awake. In short, Chen An opened the door almost without hesitation, and he knew what opening the door meant.

Zhao Xiwei put his arms around Chen An's waist, and rubbed his warm and wide palms on his waist through the pajamas, and the hot breath he exhaled hovered behind Chen An's ears and the side of his neck.

Chen An didn't wrap his arms around his neck and kiss him as usual, but he didn't refuse either.

It only took a few seconds for Zhao Xiwei's breathing to change from steady to heavy. Chen An was obedient and soft in his arms, completely different from the way he bared his teeth and claws to break up with him a few hours ago. The illusion of breaking up.

Zhao Xiwei pushed Chen An and fell into the bed, and the springy mattress made them tremble up and down twice.

Chen An's pajamas were buttoned. Zhao Xiwei pulled his hand from the back of his waist and started to unbutton the bottom button.

When he was unbuttoning the button on his chest, Chen An suddenly cried.

Instead of crying quietly like usual, she whimpered like a kitten and then wailed loudly.

Zhao Xiwei stopped and wiped his tears frantically.

"An'an, don't cry." Zhao Xiwei was flustered, but he could only repeat this sentence uselessly.

Chen An didn't seem to hear it, and the crying continued until Zhao Xiwei said, "I was really wrong", then he slowly calmed down, and then let out a sobbing sound of being so wronged.

Zhao Xiwei looked at Chen An's tear-stained face, and a strong fear rose in his heart.

This night, Chen An's cries and tears overlapped with Chen An's many years ago, and Zhao Xiwei realized in a daze that Chen An hadn't changed at all for so many years.

Chen An was introverted and sensitive, but he thought Chen An couldn't do without him, but in fact he couldn't do without his love.

Chen An longed to be loved like a madman, but he was just lucky enough to pick up this homeless milk cat in the city where the rain was pouring.

Chen An's tears forced him to accept a cruel fact that Chen An only loved him because he was the first to appear.

He didn't dare to imagine what would happen if he went later, but fortunately, Chen An's love was long and unshakable. In the days when they were separated, he missed him alone, and loved him silently and quietly for many years .

He thought he was the dominant player in this relationship, but in fact he has always been the weak one.

Compared with Chen An, he is more like a captive cat. He is paranoid and has a strong desire to control. He wants Chen An to obey his arrangements, but he just declares Chen An's ownership like a paper tiger.

Zhao Xiwei gently and patiently kissed Chen An's hair, and patted Chen An's back lightly.

Zhao Xiwei said, "An An, I will give you whatever you want."

Chen An didn't speak.

Zhao Xiwei said again, "You said you liked me when you chased me."

Chen An still ignored it.

So he also became afraid, so he had to use Zhao Xiwei's statement to tell Chen An, "You can't leave me."

He tried his best to control his feelings about taking care of Chen An, trying to make his words less blunt, but obviously failed.

Chen An stopped sobbing, unceremoniously drove him out of the bedroom, and sent him an email through the bedroom door, which contained the flight schedule from city c to city b.

After Zhao Xiwei was kicked out of the bedroom, he called Wang Lin. He asked as if admitting defeat, "What was the book you recommended me to read last time?"

Wang Lin transmitted it through her mobile phone with a sleepy voice, "The Art of Speaking."