In Zhuang Zhou's memory, Jiujiu was such a gentle person. Why was her temper so bad now?
Zhuang Zhou suddenly felt that in fact, Jiujiu's temper wasn't very good. It was because she liked him that she became gentle.
Now, Jiujiu didn't like him, so her temper naturally returned to how she used to be.
Thinking that Jiujiu didn't like him, Zhuang Zhou's heart was particularly bitter.
Now, it was useless to eat coptis and lemons. It was like being stabbed by a knife, full of pain.
Jiujiu looked at Zhuang Zhou's haggard face because of sadness. She looked at the dark circles under his eyes because he didn't sleep all night and the red eyes that were almost like a vampire's. Suddenly, she smiled.
Now, Jiujiu's makeup style wasn't as sweet as before. Instead, it was charming. The long and thin eyeliner was elongated at the end of her eyes. When she smiled, the corners of her eyes were slightly raised. Coupled with the rose red eyeshadow, she was as brilliant as a peach blossom and as charming as an enchantress from the mountains.
Zhuang Zhou was like a dry sponge absorbing the smile on Jiujiu's face. His eyes were fixed on Jiujiu.
Only then did Zhuang Zhou realize that when Jiujiu smiled, two small dimples would appear at the corners of her mouth. They weren't as deep as her dimples, but people couldn't help but indulge in them.
This was probably the saying that wine didn't intoxicate people, but they got themselves drunk.
Zhuang Zhou raised his hand to touch Jiujiu's cheek, but Jiujiu dodged back.
Jiujiu looked into Zhuang Zhou's eyes and said softly, "What does it have to do with me?"
Jiujiu's smile was like drinking poison to quench thirst. It made Zhuang Zhou think that he still had a little chance. But when Jiujiu said in a cold tone that it had nothing to do with her, Zhuang Zhou's face seemed to turn from a color photo to a black-and-white silent film in an instant, losing its color.
Zhuang Zhou's originally pale lips instantly lost their color. His originally red eyes revealed a look of pain and struggle. He opened his mouth, but like a mute, he couldn't utter a single syllable. Zhuang Zhou only felt all the pain surging into his eyes. He blinked his eyes, and his eyes were moist and warm.
Zhuang Zhou raised his hand to hold Jiujiu's arm, but he was afraid that Jiujiu would be angry. He looked at Jiujiu and said in a soft voice, "Jiujiu, I know I was wrong."
Jiujiu looked at Zhuang Zhou and continued, "What does it have to do with me?"
"I like you." It almost took all of Zhuang Zhou's strength to say that, and this sentence made him suddenly understand. Zhuang Zhou said as if he had an epiphany, "Jiujiu, I like you. I can't live without you. I won't do anything to make you sad again. Let's start over, okay?"
In the end, Zhuang Zhou's tone was almost pleading.
If it were someone else, they would have forgiven Zhuang Zhou long ago.
But Jiujiu was different.
Jiujiu looked at Zhuang Zhou expressionlessly. She raised her hand and pulled Zhuang Zhou's hand away from her arm. She stepped in front of Zhuang Zhou, stood on tiptoe, looked into Zhuang Zhou's eyes and said, "But I already have a boyfriend. He likes me more than you do. He treats me better. And I like him very much."
Jiujiu's words were like a slap to Zhuang Zhou's face.
Zhuang Zhou's lips moved. He wanted to say something to persuade Jiujiu to stay, but in the end, he realized that although Jiujiu's words were very calm, every word was like sarcasm.
Yes, he didn't treat Jiujiu well in the past. He didn't like Jiujiu so much in the past. In the past, he hurt Jiujiu.
He was like a bastard. He hurt such a good girl so deeply. Now that he suddenly woke up and wanted to start over, she didn't care.
Or it could be said that she didn't care at all.
Zhuang Zhou's heart was in so much pain that he was about to go crazy.
The first half of his life had been smooth sailing. Ever since he was young, he had always been someone else's child. After he graduated, he followed his heart and became an eSports player. Then, he started a team. Now, he was like a fish in water.
No matter what he did, Zhuang Zhou's life was smooth sailing. For the first time, he realized that he was a complete failure when it came to relationships.
When Jiujiu was good to him, he was used to it and didn't know how to cherish it. Now that Jiujiu had given up on him, he was like a dog-skin plaster, unwilling to let go. Even though he knew that Jiujiu had a boyfriend, he still pestered Jiujiu.
Zhuang Zhou knew that what he was doing was wrong. He was doing this for the third time, but he couldn't help it.
No matter what he did, he would think of Jiujiu. No matter where he was, he would feel the traces of Jiujiu's existence. He also thought of leaving this city, but when he thought of leaving and losing Jiujiu's trace, Zhuang Zhou felt so much pain that he wanted to die.
Zhuang Zhou only felt that his heart was constantly trembling. He raised his hand to hold Jiujiu's arm again and said softly, "I can like you more. I can also treat you better. I can give you everything. Don't leave me, okay?"
Zhuang Zhou was like a pitiful child, constantly begging Jiujiu.
While others begged for money, he begged so pitifully that he didn't like her at all.
Jiujiu looked at Zhuang Zhou and raised her hand.
Zhuang Zhou hurriedly squatted down so that Jiujiu could put her arm around his neck.
Jiujiu raised her head and kissed Zhuang Zhou on the lips.
Jiujiu had kissed him countless times before, but when he felt the familiar temperature on his lips again, Zhuang Zhou was like a dying man who had eaten an elixir. The paleness on his face disappeared in an instant, and a little light flashed in his eyes.
Zhuang Zhou picked up Jiujiu. He was afraid that standing on tiptoe would tire Jiujiu, so he lowered his head and wanted to kiss Jiujiu again, but Jiujiu dodged.
A touch of sadness flashed in Zhuang Zhou's eyes, but he forced a smile and said, "Jiujiu, do you promise me?"
Jiujiu leaned her head on Zhuang Zhou's shoulder and said in a casual tone, "Promise what? I didn't say anything. "
Zhuang Zhou's eyes, which had just lit up, instantly dimmed again.
"Then just now, you …" Thinking of Jiujiu's kiss, Zhuang Zhou's dead heart came back to life again. He asked hopefully, "Do you also have feelings for me?"
Jiujiu raised her head, looked at Zhuang Zhou's face, and said with a smile, "No."
These two words made Zhuang Zhou fall from heaven to hell. But even so, Zhuang Zhou was still reluctant to put Jiujiu down.
He was like a snowman wrapped in ice and snow, and Jiujiu was his only warmth. He was reluctant to let go of this warmth.
Zhuang Zhou hadn't slept for two days and two nights, and his body was already a little tired. After holding Jiujiu for a while, he began to sweat. Although he was reluctant to let go, he could only hold Jiujiu and sit on the sofa. Even so, Zhuang Zhou was still reluctant to let go of Jiujiu's hand.
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