Song Li gently pinched Liu Yi’s chin, his voice low and hoarse, “What do you think?” Liu Yi smiled with a hint of jealousy, “Hmph, is it because Fang Junjie treats Tang Xiaofei like a treasure, and you’re not happy about it?” Song Li looked at Liu Yi for a moment, his expression unchanged, then faintly smiled, “Yes, Tang Xiaofei is mine, what right does Fang Junjie have to touch her?” “Oh, you’re really bold, aren’t you? Liu Yi feigned anger, pushing Song Li away and sitting up straight, “She’s yours, then what am I to you?”
Song Li let go, leaning back with his arms spread over the back of the sofa, speaking softly and teasingly, “Are you angry? Tang Xiaofei is mine, and I am yours!” He whispered something into Liu Yi’s ear, making her blush, her smile spreading to her eyes, and she playfully punched his shoulder. Song Li’s arm slid down to embrace Liu Yi, half-hugging her, but the smile on his face slowly faded, his eyes revealing a cold glint.
As night fell, despite Liu Yi’s attempts to keep him, Song Li made up an excuse and left, not staying over. He drove off, one hand on the steering wheel, the other loosening his tie, with heavy metal music blasting through the car. When Cheng Yu called Song Li and came looking for him, Song Li was at the beach, the cold wind blowing around him, surrounded by cigarette butts like scattered petals at his feet. He gazed into the distant, dark sea, where the sky and sea merged into an endless darkness, threatening to engulf him. The only sound was the chilly sea breeze from all directions, with no place to hide.
