Chapter 25: Who Said We're Friends? You Did!
Zhou Chi choked up.
Shen Wan stepped forward, her hands gripping the motorcycle's handlebars, a radiant smile on her face.
The man was increasingly puzzled. "What do you want?"
"Let's be friends, I'm Shen Wan."
"Why should I be friends with you?"
"Because I want to be friends with you."
Her confident deanor frustrated Zhou Chi even more. "Just because you want to, I have to cooperate?"
Shen Wan nodded. "That would be best."
"..."
In their past life, Zhou Chi hardly ever refused any of her requests.
"This... Miss Shen, what must I do for you to step aside?" Zhou Chi sounded tired. "Given what just happened... I'm in a bad mood now, I hope you can understand."
"Understand what? Understand that you just broke up? Or understand that your girlfriend cheated on you?"
The raw wound in his heart was pricked painfully. Zhou Chi furrowed his brows, his expression contorting.
He was a fair-skinned young man with distinct eyebrows and eyes, finely featured. If Shen Wan rembered correctly, he was two years older than her, making him 21 now.
At an age when he should have been attending college, he found himself navigating the streets on a motorcycle, delivering food. And during his monts of leisure, he simply stayed at ho, engrossed in playing gas.
Yet, that face of his was undeniably handso, and he was tall and mature in a way that most people their age lacked. It was no wonder that soone like Feng Shuangshuang, with her hypocritical and money-seeking nature, would start dating Zhou Chi.
After all, he had an appealing appearance.
"Really ugly."
Zhou Chi was taken aback. "What did you say?"
Shen Wan raised her gaze. "I said your gloomy expression—looks really ugly."
"Why do you care?" Even the most patient person would start feeling annoyed.
Shen Wan's smile remained steady. "Because we're friends, so it becos my concern."
"Who said we're friends?"
"You did!"
Zhou Chi suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness, as if punching into cotton.
Shen Wan directly pulled the motorcycle key out and put it in her bag. Now, he couldn't leave even if he wanted to.
"What exactly do you want?" Helpless, resigned, and disheartened.
"Well, besides racing around at high speeds, there's another way to vent frustration."
Fifteen minutes later, at a certain internet cafe.
Shen Wan slapped her ID card on the counter. "Give a private room. How much will that cost?"
"For how many hours?"
It was already noon, and she needed to be back at the Shen residence before six in the evening. "Five hours."
"Total of 150 yuan. Will you be paying by cash or WeChat?"
Shen Wan opened her backpack, inside were stacks of red bills. She casually pulled out two. "Use the rest to order two takeout als for us."
"Alright."
Shen Wan stepped forward but suddenly paused. She turned around, waving at the man. "Why are you standing there? Co with !"
Zhou Chi didn't move, looking around with a hint of distaste.
All he could hear were the sounds of clacking keyboards and clicking mice, accompanied by occasional profanity bursts. The place was noisy, chaotic, and had an unpleasant sll.
Seeing that he wasn't moving, Shen Wan sighed, turned back, and pulled him inside.
His gaze fell on his own arm, the spot where a fair and slender hand had grabbed him. It was cold and tingly, causing Zhou Chi's thin lips to purse tightly. Suddenly, he felt an inexplicable and peculiar sensation, one that was both unfamiliar and strangely familiar.
"Don't worry, the private rooms are soundproof. You won't hear the noise outside, and there's no bad sll either."
The strange feeling grew stronger.
Zhou Chi spoke up, "How did you know that I like playing gas in a quiet environnt?"
Shen Wan hesitated for a mont, blinking. "Isn't that how it usually is? Does anyone actually prefer a noisy and slly environnt?"
"We... have we t before?"
Staring deeply into his eyes, Shen Wan replied, "Of course, we have."
"When?"
"An hour ago."
"..."
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