Chapter 1210: Chapter 1210: Do I Like Him?
Scarlet City, six o’clock in the morning, the scorching sun breaks the dawn.
A suppressed sigh ca from the room at the end of the second-floor corridor.
Xi Luo opened her eyes, and a ray of morning light happened to fall on her furrowed brow, reflecting a bit of her haggard lancholy.
A sleepless night, clearly very tired, yet unable to fall asleep no matter what.
Every ti she closed her eyes, all she could see were Zong Zhan’s bloody wounds and his deep eyes tinged with faint disappointnt.
Xi Luo irritably ruffled her hair, lifted the blanket, opened the window, and lit a cigarette, trying to calm her restless heart with nicotine.
“Buzz——”
At this mont, the vibration of the phone pulled Xi Luo’s thoughts back; it was a WeChat ssage.
Yan: Co down to eat.
Xi Luo looked at the screen and smiled slightly, stubbed out the remaining half of the cigarette, put on her sneakers, and went out the door.
The seventh room where Zong Zhan stayed was on her way downstairs.
Xi Luo involuntarily slowed down her pace, looked at the tightly closed door, hesitated, and gently pushed it open a crack.
The light in the room was bright, and the curtains were not drawn. The man maintained a prone position, facing the window, the back of his head toward the door.
Xi Luo gazed through the gap for a few seconds before she closed the door and went downstairs.
On the bed, Zong Zhan’s eyelids twitched slightly, and he opened his dark red eyes, letting out a self-mocking snort.
He reached for his phone under the pillow, pressed a shortcut key, and made a call, “Arrange the operation one week later.”
“No problem, boss. The old man asked to tell you that Elder Duan’s special operations team has agreed to join the joint operation. Once deployed, we can leave at any ti.”
Zong Zhan closed his eyes, “Hmm, I’m at the Scarlet City border. Bring people in quietly.”
…
Downstairs in the kitchen, Xi Luo was lying on the table, half of her face buried in her arms, sighing now and then.
Bai Yan, flipping a spatula, sprinkled so scallions into the rice pot and mocked without turning his head, “Stressing over a man?”
Xi Luo languidly propped her forehead, retorted without missing a beat, “Less oil in the fried rice; your eyes are almost blinded by the smoke.”
Bai Yan paused in his movents, turned his head, and replied, “Do you want to throw both of you out?”
Xi Luo leaned back against the chair, letting out a disheartened sigh, “After these problems are solved, I’ll return to the British Imperial.”
“You’re really fucking cold-blooded. The guy injures his back, and you just kick him when he’s down?”
Xi Luo lazily stared at the ceiling, “How many tis do I have to say it, there’s nothing between us.”
Bai Yan served the fried rice in a bowl, handed it to her, and teased, “Keep pretending. It’s been so many years, and you’ve never cared to explain relationships. This is the first ti!”
Xi Luo’s eyelids fluttered; she pressed her temples in frustration, “You’re really fucking annoying.”
“If you find annoying, you both should get lost early.” Bai Yan sat boldly across from her, shaking the half bottle of beer on the table, “As long as you’re not a lesbian, it’s normal to like n. Not to ntion, the guy upstairs is good enough for you.”
Xi Luo stubbornly replied, “I like him?”
“Don’t you know if you like him or not?” Bai Yan tapped the table with his fingers, “Last night, you sneaked into his room three or four tis like a thief. Do you think the surveillance caras are just for decoration?”
Xi Luo picked up the bowl of rice and wanted to leave but soon stopped and turned back, “He’s injured, who’s taking care of him?”
“What do you think?” Bai Yan dragged out the syllables, eyeing Xi Luo with an increasingly playful gaze.
As the wiliest mber of the Fla Alliance, he had never seen her so lancholic and disheveled.
Xi Luo herself hadn’t noticed that she hadn’t washed up or changed clothes, sitting in the dining room in wrinkled clothes, sighing long and deep.
Even her hair was untidy, hanging ssily at her brow and eyes, resembling an abandoned woman troubled by love.
Bai Yan found it amusing. Thinking of what Zong Zhan had said to him last night, he couldn’t help but feel a bit sympathetic towards Xi Luo.
A fox encountering a wolf, no matter how cunning, cannot escape its fate of being devoured.
…
Indeed, Xi Luo keenly sensed her emotional shift towards Zong Zhan, no longer rely a woman’s desire for a man, but an emotional elevation.
In the beginning, her approach was entirely for utilization.
Even the rare intimacy that followed couldn’t shake her rock-solid resolve.
But now, an incident so small it couldn’t be smaller, instead shook her core.
Xi Luo, holding her bowl, returned to her room, sitting on the bed in distress, contemplating how to face Zong Zhan in the future.
The biggest taboo in the ga of love is getting emotionally involved.
Zong Zhan remains steady as a rock, while she faces losing control.
This won’t do.
Xi Luo can’t allow herself to fall into a one-sided emotional mire.
Zong Zhan’s interest in her is only about conquest, wanting her to soften and compromise, but that isn’t love.
Thus, Xi Luo resolved to stabilize herself without wavering, while silently heading out to clear her mind.
By noon, as Zong Zhan, confined to the sickbed and nearly starving, questioned Little White Tiger, he learned the woman went on a wild excursion.
Damn!
Calling her heartless and ungrateful is almost a complint.
…
Xi Luo was nowhere to be seen, and around three in the afternoon, Su Moshi unexpectedly arrived at the Second Street Western-style House.
At this ti, Zong Zhan sat stiffly in the living room, chatting idly with Bai Yan.
Little White Cow brought him in, and Bai Yan, upon seeing Su Lao Si, raised an eyebrow in surprise, “What brings you here?”
“Qiaoqiao asked over, said there was…a patient?” Su Lao Si’s gaze casually swept over Zong Zhan, vaguely noticing his awkward sitting posture.
Bai Yan, with his legs crossed, gestured towards Zong Zhan with no psychological burden, “The mascot knows what’s up. Hurry and give him a look-over, so he doesn’t end up crippled and Xi Luo cries herself to death.”
Su Moshi raised his eyebrows in surprise, and even Zong Zhan instantly looked at Bai Yan.
Huh? What’s the fried rice seller implying?
Su Moshi adjusted his glasses, pointedly asking, “Sister Luo is also in Scarlet City?”
“Yeah, off gallivanting.” Bai Yan picked up the cigarette pack on the table, “She’ll probably be back before dinner. If you’re not in a hurry, you can wait.”
Initially planning not to stay long, Su Moshi decided to stay to watch the drama upon hearing this.
anwhile, Xi Luo was wandering in a deserted wetland park on the outskirts of Scarlet City.
Little White Tiger was by her side, trudging along step by step.
It seed M Sister wasn’t in a good mood, and he dared not ask much, lest he be retorted to doubting life.
Shortly, Xi Luo stood amidst the wild grass, stomped the mud off her shoes, and asked dismally, “What’s Zong Zhan doing?”
Little White Tiger scratched his head, “Want to ask for you?”
Xi Luo slowly nodded, “Ask discreetly.”
Little White Tiger agreed, albeit vaguely understanding, as the word discreet wasn’t clear to him.
Because M Sister spoke in Mandarin.
Thus, Little White Tiger called Little White Cow, and then, almost whispering, asked, “Cow, what’s Master Zong up to?”
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