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At the beginning, the agreement between Wang Wei and Xiang Yuanqiu was that Wang Wei could not have genuine feelings for Qinglan; it was only meant to be a disruption.
However, if Wang Wei had previously seen Xiang Yuanqiu as the most beautiful girl in his heart, after seeing Qinglan, she became the pure goddess in his mind. With a hint of mischievousness and willfulness, a touch of innocence and persistence, she also possessed an elegant and intellectual tranquility that transcended the mundane world.
His feelings for Qinglan had already transformed. He was filled with love for her, a love that was sacred and untouchable.
Just now, his gentle affection for Qinglan was sincere, but it was by no means the lewdness or desecration that An Shaojie perceived. If there was any such implication, it was simply his nature; he was not born with the refined demeanor of a gentleman. No matter how genuinely tender his smile appeared, to others, he seemed like a lewd man.
Or perhaps it was An Shaojie's own psychological issues at play.
But in his heart, he believed he was open and honest, harboring no malice towards Qinglan. Seeing her distressed, he genuinely cared for her. Therefore, he felt there was no need to flee in guilt upon seeing An Shaojie. Moreover, hadn't An Shaojie broken up with her? Everyone has the right to pursue love.
After An Shaojie dragged him out of the room, he gradually calmed down. Looking at Wang Wei again, although this person seemed a bit lewd, if one focused solely on his features, he could be considered a handsome guy with delicate brows and eyes; it was just that his aura and presence were significantly weaker. His innocent gaze and smile seemed quite candid.
Thus, An Shaojie slightly relaxed his guard but still did not show any kindness towards him. One hand remained firmly gripping Wang Wei's arm like a sturdy tiger claw.
An Shaojie pulled Wang Wei along—accurately speaking, he should have been dragging his arm—without saying a word. His expression remained stern and indifferent as he ruthlessly pushed Wang Wei out the door, leaving no room for negotiation or even a chance to turn around and explain.
Wang Wei was almost pushed out of the door while retreating under An Shaojie's force. Then came a loud "bang" as the door slammed shut behind him, followed by a "click" as it was locked from inside.
Standing outside the door feeling dejected and confused for a moment, Wang Wei then went downstairs to look for Xiang Yuanqiu.
He knew Xiang Yuanqiu had already left. During the confrontation with An Shaojie earlier, facing the living room while An Shaojie faced inward, he had caught sight of a figure moving briefly.
That figure could only be Xiang Yuanqiu. She always had the most clever ideas. She had always acted this way—leaving him behind without care and slipping away on her own at any time.
When he first met her, he was attracted by her calm indifference and her attitude of not caring about anyone. He followed her ever since. She had always treated him with a lukewarm, indifferent demeanor, yet he never got angry or blamed her.
He liked her not only for her quirky spirit but also for her selfishness and willfulness. Even when she did something wrong in front of him, she never felt guilty. She would turn around, smiling brightly, and reconcile with him, speaking softly and tenderly, as serene as a pure goddess. No one could tell that just a moment ago she had been plotting something malicious for him to help her with. Only Wang Wei, who understood her, could see through the restless glimmer in her eyes that beneath her calm exterior lay an unsettled heart, already thinking about how to playfully tease and take revenge on whoever had upset her.
However, her plans for revenge were almost never realized due to Wang Wei's subtle interference. She was able to rely on her cunning and cleverness to escape from difficult situations without being detected.
Yet Wang Wei always felt that this was not the true her; there must be another side of her that she had hidden away. Otherwise, her smooth and broad forehead and slightly upturned, sharply defined lips would not convey such a pure image when she was quiet; it was a natural expression that she could not feign.
Therefore, Wang Wei was never worried about her being trapped inside without coming out, just as she never worried about him. She believed that with his foolish intellect—almost oblivious to cunning schemes—and his unrefined yet sincere smile, he could gain others' trust at critical moments to protect himself.
Downstairs, Xiang Yuanqiu stood in the shadow of a Camphor Tree at the entrance of the community, showing neither the delight of having escaped nor the regret of things not going as planned; it was impossible to discern her inner state.
What a composed person! Wang Wei couldn't help but exclaim.
As they exited the community gate, Wang Wei asked, "What should we do now?"
Xiang Yuanqiu shot him a fierce glance. "What do you mean 'what to do'? Of course we find a place to sleep." With that, she waved for a taxi.
Just before getting into the car, she impatiently muttered, "What bad luck," and then fell silent for the rest of the ride, coldly ignoring any questions about how An Shaojie had let him go. She didn't care about those things!
After An Shaojie had kicked Wang Wei out, he returned to the dark room.
Qinglan was still calling out for water.
It was evident how much she had drunk. An Shaojie clenched his fist and pounded it lightly on the edge of the bed before getting up to pour her some water in the kitchen.
Hmph! That lewd little guy really boiled a pot of water.
An Shaojie entered the room holding a cup of water. He never turned on the lights inside; she had a habit of disliking sudden brightness when she slept. As soon as the lights came on, her drowsiness would vanish completely.
Seeing her so drunk tonight, she would need a good, stable sleep later.
So An Shaojie kept the room dark. Using the light from the living room, he walked to the bedside, propping Qinglan up and bringing the cup to her lips.
To be honest, he had never taken care of anyone before, especially not her. Holding the cup to her mouth felt awkward, so he took her hand, hoping she would hold the cup herself and drink.
Qinglan cradled the cup with both hands, unknowingly leaning her head against him.
"Drink some water." He intended to speak gently, but his voice came out stiff. He felt a bit embarrassed and somewhat amused, unable to help but cough lightly into his fist. He truly had rarely cared for anyone with tenderness.
Hearing the cough, Qinglan seemed to finally realize someone was beside her. Of course there was someone; otherwise, how could she have gotten up from bed? The water wouldn’t just magically appear at her lips.
Subconsciously, she lifted her gaze to look at him, her eyes slightly dazed.
After taking a sip of water and putting down the cup, she suddenly reached out to touch his face, her hand lingering there. An Shaojie's heart jolted violently.
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