The cool night breeze blew in through the half-open car window.

　　The car raced down the road.

　　I secretly glanced at Shen Wangjin, who was still driving, but didn't say anything.

　　"Still hurting?" he asked, staring at the traffic light ahead.

　　"Hmm, it's still a bit painful..." Shen Wangjin tapped the steering wheel, "I'll take you to the hospital." "No need!" I hesitated for a moment, "Let's just go home." I didn't want to embarrass him further after causing a scene tonight.

　　Shen Wangjin nodded and took me back home.

　　As he opened the door, he stood outside without entering.

　　Explaining rashly in this situation would be awkward.

　　I stood in the hallway and tried, "Do you want to come in and have a drink?" "Alright." He quickly agreed and walked in with me.

　　Before I had a chance to turn on the lights, he took my hand and pulled me closer.

　　The scent of cold cedar quickly filled the air.

　　The vigorous heartbeat was covered under the palm, and transmitted without missing a beat.

　　"Mr.

　　Shen..." I swallowed my saliva and said softly, "Your heartbeat is fast." "Hmm.

　　I know," he replied in a low voice, his tone cold and indifferent, with a sense of frustration.

　　"Sorry, I can't control it." Then silence engulfed the room.

　　After much hesitation, I asked, "Are you mad at me?" "No." "I was impulsive tonight..." "No, it was just right." "But you..." I started to say, "I thought you didn't want to see me." "Xu Shichu, you have to explain it to Jiang Zhihuai," he said.

　　"What?" I raised my head in confusion and looked at him.

　　Shen Wangjin's eyes were deep, hiding some emotions that I couldn't understand.

　　"At least I should give you a chance to regret," he said, and my heart trembled.

　　"Do you think...

　　I want to reconcile with him?" Shen Wangjin pursed his lips and didn't speak.

　　But his expression confirmed my guess.

　　I hurriedly explained, "I just don't like being misunderstood.

　　It's completely fine if I explain it to him and have nothing to do with him anymore..." "Now I know." Shen Wangjin's tone was light.

　　"From now on, neither of you will have a chance to get back together." My heartbeat suddenly quickened.

　　For a moment, I thought I had misunderstood.

　　Or maybe I had fallen into narcissism and didn't dare to think deeply.

　　I tightened my grip on his shirt, "What do you mean?" Shen Wangjin's gaze shifted inch by inch on my face.

　　"I like you." My head buzzed.

　　My thoughts suddenly froze.

　　His confession echoed in my ears.

　　I like you.

　　Did I not expect that we would get married one day? Xu Shichu, I never do things beyond expectations.

　　A small feather suddenly brushed through my heart, tickling.

　　"I..." Suddenly, his phone rang.

　　Jiang Zhihuai's name appeared on the screen.

　　It's always like this.

　　It never ends.

　　I don't know where the courage came from, but I snatched his phone and pressed the answer button.

　　Jiang Zhihuai's voice echoed in the room.

　　"She's not right for you." "This woman will do anything to seduce you." Shen Wangjin frowned, wanting to hang up the call, but I evaded.

　　He lowered his eyes, his voice hoarse, "Shichu, what do you want to do?" Amid Jiang Zhihuai's derogatory remarks, I tiptoed and kissed Shen Wangjin.

　　His hand tightened around my waist, and the temperature rose.

　　The clock in the corner of the wall played a joyful and unrestrained melody.

　　It composed a pleasing tune in the depths of the night.

　　"Shen Wangjin! Are you listening?" Of course, Shen Wangjin wasn't listening.

　　His breathing was erratic.

　　He lifted me onto the dining table and discarded his tie.

　　I followed his lead.

　　As the night grew darker, my voice was as soft as cotton.

　　"Shen Wangjin, am I seducing you?" "No," Shen Wangjin stared straight at me, his voice hoarse.

　　"I am seducing you..." After saying that, he kissed me again.

　　"Jiang Zhihuai" was flung from the shoe cabinet to the ground, the receiver facing downwards, futilely trying to sow discord.

　　The storm I had started gradually engulfed our rationality.

　　He repeatedly rubbed my sweaty palms and held them.

　　"The call hasn't ended yet," I kindly reminded him.

　　"It doesn't matter, let him listen." ...