Chapter 120: Such a Request

  Snow fell with his footsteps stumbling all the way to the elevator door.

  Eight cups of wine, neither too much nor too little, and the amount of vodka added up is almost half a cup, right? Plus the whisky I had before.

  Snow fell against the elevator, feeling the elevator suddenly drop, making people suddenly have a sense of loss of balance.

  She stumbled and leaned against the elevator wall, but the person next to her stretched out his hand and wrapped it around her, holding her in his arms.

  She was just facing him, her face buried in his chest, smelling the faint scent of tobacco on his clothes and his unique breath.

  For some reason, it calmed her down inside.

  She smoothly wrapped her arms around his waist, leaned against his chest, and for a moment, suddenly gave her a feeling of a lifetime.

  Embracing each other for life, how wonderful it would be.

  But he is not him, how could she have such thoughts?

  The building wasn't tall, but somehow time passed, she only felt drowsiness coming over her, wanting to close her eyes and sleep, while his arms were warm like spring, making her not want to leave.

  When they arrived at the parking lot, he held her and walked towards the car. He didn't let go until she got in.

  All the way, she just fell asleep drowsily.

  She went straight back to her apartment. When she got out of the car, a gust of cold wind blew and she shivered suddenly, also feeling much more sober.

  He still held her in his arms, holding her so tightly that she felt a little pain all over her body.

  He didn't say a word, but went into the house and kissed her as he had done the night before.

  His lips were full of the taste of whisky, and she was slightly sober again, but sank down with that wine flavor. Her whole body was soft and couldn't stand up anymore, and the whole person could only hang on him.

  He hugged her tightly and kissed her fiercely, eyes, nose, cheeks, lips... then chin, neck, a little lower.

  She could only hear her own heart beating wildly in her chest cavity, as well as their heavy and turbid breathing.

  In the darkness, she and he were like two snakes, entwining each other, merging into one.

  "May I ask you for something?"

  She suddenly spoke up, her voice laced with restraint.

  Even she herself was shocked, how could she say such words at such a time.

  But it seems like I just can't stop now, and it seems like I have to say it out loud.

  He suddenly stopped all his movements, without lifting his head to look at her, still buried in her neck, panting heavily.

  He thought she was drunk and had forgotten everything, but it was clear that she hadn't.

  Maybe she can forget everything, but just can't forget that person.

  He didn't make a sound, just quietly listened to her.

  Then, I heard her voice with a sob: "Don't kill him, okay?"

  He didn't know what was in his heart, but he knew she was going to say something like that. He also knew everything she did might be for him, yet he still didn't stop her from continuing.

  But now, actually hearing her say it out loud, he regretted it to death. He shouldn't have let her say it, shouldn't have said it...

  All his passion was extinguished in that instant.

  But he still didn't push her away, desperately holding back all his emotions, and heard himself speak.

  "May I ask you something too?"

  "From now on... don't mention him in front of me, can't see him, and even more can't... think of him..."

  He muttered to himself, as if reciting from memory.

  Such language cannot blend too much emotion.

  Such feelings can only be mixed with harsh and sharp words, the tighter you hold on, the deeper you'll get hurt.

  She didn't say a word, he had no idea what she was thinking at that moment, whether it was painful and couldn't speak.

  But she begged him for his sake.

  His value in her heart may be just this much.

  In fact, the last sentence he wanted to say was "can't love him".

  But he still didn't say it out loud, what ability did he have to stop her heart from loving that person again?

  She can stick with herself just for that person's safety, whether she wants it or not, loves it or not, actually, it doesn't matter at all.

  If he tells her now that he is not the one who decides his life and death, will she push him away and rush to the side of the person who can decide his life and death?

  "Alright... I won't mention him again, won't see him again, and won't even think of him... I will... forget him..."

  She finally spoke up, her voice filled with a despair as if she were dead.

  He knew she must have suppressed many emotions just so as not to erupt in front of him.

  He suddenly let go of her, gazing at her unclear face in the darkness, wanting to say something, but opening his mouth was this sentence: "I'm tired, draw me a bath..."

  Watching her hurry towards the bathroom with disordered footsteps, yet seemingly relieved as if she had received imperial pardon, he only felt sorrowful and wanted to laugh.

  He lingered in the bathroom for a long time, feeling that there were many things to think about, but suddenly he felt that nothing made sense.

  When he got up and went out, she was already asleep on the sofa.

  Curled up into a small ball, with a red face, sleeping soundly.

  He crouched there watching, for a long, long time, without blinking his eyes.

  Under the bright white light, she fell into a deep sleep, while he gazed steadily at her, as if frozen in time.

  The eternity he may never reach.

  The next day when I woke up, my head was splitting with pain, probably due to a hangover.

  Xue Luo struggled to get up and looked around, finding himself lying in the bedroom, while the other position on the bed was empty without his figure.

  She vaguely remembered last night, she was sleeping on the sofa outside waiting for him to take a bath, but...

  Looked down at the clothes on my body, it was the pajamas I usually wear every day.

  This house, except for Zhen Jie occasionally coming once in a while, at night, there are only two people left, her and him. Who else would help her change clothes besides him?

  She got out of bed and at that moment saw a note on her bedside table.

  I'm back in New York.

  Five words, yet they suddenly made her mind buzz with shock and panic.

  She picked up the note and his handwriting was very nice, strong and powerful, but it made her heart tremble with fear.

  She didn't even think about it and grabbed her phone to dial the number, but on the other end, she heard "The user you dialed has powered off".

  It's been like this for several times in a row.

  She steeled herself and dialed Gong Yunxiu's phone number.

  "Big sister?"

  "Is... um... are you free?"

  "I'm in Las Vegas... Auntie, do you have something on?"

  "Oh no, no, it's okay, it's okay..."

  She hastily hung up the phone.

  After some thought, she dialed Tono's phone number again. Like with Miya Yusuke, it was answered in just a couple of rings. However, once the call was connected, she didn't know what to say.

  Should I ask him what his eldest went to New York for? Or should I ask him if he was really angry with her?

  "Sister-in-law? I'm downstairs in your building, can you come down?"

  Fujiwara said so before she could speak up.

  The snow fell and was shocked, hurriedly saying: "Oh good... wait a minute..."

  She quickly washed up, changed her clothes and hurried downstairs.

  Tōno seemed to have been waiting for a long time, leaning against the car and smoking.

  Seeing her coming down, he hastily extinguished his cigarette and threw it into a nearby trash can, opening the car door for her.

  "What are you... doing here?"

  "Boss's orders, I'm taking you to school!" Tono said with a faint smile.

  She stood there, dazed for a long time before reacting: "Uh... did he go back to New York alone?"

  "Of course not, and there's Meiying too... Don't look at her as just a girl, but she's very skilled with her hands, she'll protect Lao Da..."

  Tōno tried to comfort her, thinking she was worried about the safety of the elder, but halfway through his words, he saw that she didn't look well and also lost his voice.

  "Hurry up and get in... I'll take you out for some breakfast..."

  Xue Luo didn't say anything, and she wasn't paying attention to his relationship with Mei Ying either.

  But there is such a woman who can fight to death to protect you, what kind of feeling will you have?

  And what kind of feeling will he have?

  He didn't even give her a phone call, let alone a greeting.

  This chapter is three thousand words long~~and there's more~~~those with monthly tickets don't forget to send them over~~~