He said he never touched Qin Xue; I didn’t believe it then, but now I do. But he might as well have touched her! Pursued her, stirred up her feelings, then disdainfully pushed her from the clouds to the cliff, coldly adding: I don’t want to hurt you!
What is this? He’s being a righteous gentleman? Others’ infatuation is self-degrading?!
I tried to shake off his hold, but he pulled me into his embrace. His embrace was still warm.
“Kiddo, what am I going to do with you…” He hugged me tightly, so tight my ribs might break. I thought he would say something to apologize, but he said nothing, just held me for a long time.
Bend down!” he said. “Bending down doesn’t mean being respectful, and apologizing doesn’t mean surrendering… Some hatred and grievances should be kept in the heart, not displayed on the face!”
Thinking of Ye Zhengchen, a smile played at the corner of my mouth, but tears fell into the bacteria-cultivating vessel. I crouched on the ground, pressing my knee against my chest. The empty room echoed with silent sobs. Crying until I was exhausted, I supported myself on the table to stand up, a bit unsteady.
A cold Coca-Cola was placed in my hand.
“Crying takes a lot of energy. Replenish some,” Ye Zhengchen said lightly.
I was too late to wipe my tears, so I awkwardly rubbed my moist eyes and replied, “My bacteria died again. I’m mourning them.”
“I know. They will miss you.”
I stiffly pulled at the corner of my mouth, squeezing out a bit of a smile. “Thank you!”
I walked out of the bacteria room alone, the Coke in my hand deformed, brown liquid spreading over my fingers. I poured it out and threw the can in the trash.
At this moment, I didn’t need a cold Coca-Cola!
That night, I went to work with low spirits.
Past nine o’clock, I was staring into the darkness when a Japanese man in his thirties, dressed neatly, entered the store.
“Welcome!” I greeted politely.
To my shock, he wanted to buy a pornographic magazine for one hundred yen.
“Not selling!” I coldly refused.
“Please!” he insisted.
“Idiot! Pervert!” My Japanese was limited to these two words. “Leave now, or I’ll call the police!”
“Please help me!”
