PFC Chapter 255: Leave whenever you want?
Chapter 255: Leave whenever you want?
Wen Lan stood at the door of the top floor and reached out her finger several times, but didn't dare to unlock it.
Bu Yufan said that place was his home.
But a long time ago, Bu Yufan also said, "Silly boy, you are the mistress of this house. Why do you need to call me when you go back to your own home? I only need the half of the bed next to you."
Wen Lan just recalled this part and tears started to flow uncontrollably.
She stretched out her finger and opened the door.
Thankfully, he didn’t change his password or delete her facial recognition.
The living room was quiet, with only ambient lights emitting faint light everywhere.
The velvet curtains were drawn tightly, and no light from the city could see in. This scene seemed like yesterday.
Wen Lan turned on the lights in the living room and was stunned by the mess in front of her.
He is such a clean and orderly person, but the living room and kitchen island are littered with wine bottles and all kinds of garbage.
Wen Lan picked up a few bottles and looked at them. "Whiskey, red wine, drinking like this, no wonder he didn't go out for several days."
She lifted the lid of the pot again and looked inside, the rice pot was empty.
She walked to the center of the living room and looked towards the living room on the second floor. The double doors of the bedroom were closed tightly.
"Oh..." Wen Lan sighed, took off her sweater, and turned on the fresh air and floor heating.
The porridge was cooked, and a few frozen steamed buns and dumplings she made herself were heated up in the steamer, as well as stir-fried pork with pickled mustard and shredded carrots with bean curd. She searched the refrigerator and the cupboard, and skillfully made a few side dishes.
After finishing the kitchen work, Wen Lan started to clean up. She was afraid that the robot vacuum cleaner would wake him up, so she threw a rag and squatted on the ground to wipe the floor bit by bit.
After everything was ready, she rehearsed several times in her mind what she was going to say to him later, then she walked nervously upstairs and mustered up the courage to push open the door to the master bedroom.
The bedroom was empty and he was not sleeping in bed.
"Bu Yufan?" Wen Lan called him timidly. She paced in the room, walked to the window, opened the curtains, and stared at the river view and light show outside the window in a daze.
There had been countless nights when she and he were immersed in the beautiful night and love, time and time again, lingering over and over again.
Tears quietly flowed down her cheeks, slowly and endlessly.
She covered her face and rubbed the moisture off her face with the back of her hands and arms. She couldn't bear to look at the night again.
Those gorgeous lights were like sharp swords, piercing her heart.
Wen Lan turned around, raised her eyes, and saw Bu Yufan standing behind her.
He was wearing a short bathrobe, his hair was wet and dripping with water. Wen Lan didn't know how long he had been standing behind her, and she didn't dare to look at his body or his eyes.
She avoided his gaze.
"Bu Yufan, I'm here to return the brand-name items and jewelry in my house. I know they are all garbage to you. But I packed them up nicely. These are all bought by you for me."
Wen Lan said this hesitantly and added another sentence.
"You promised me that you wouldn't drink like this again. It took a lot of effort to get your stomach back in shape."
Indeed, it was Wen Lan who took care of Bu Yufan's gastritis with great care every day, which relieved his symptoms.
"Also, regarding your mother's condition, I mean, Nan Yunshang has told you about it these days, right? Go and see her, Bu Yufan. You've already lost enough. Don't miss out on those who truly love and care about you."
As Wen Lan spoke, she sniffed and tears began to flow uncontrollably.
"Who do you think you are? What qualifications do you have to ask me to do this or that?" He raised his chin and looked at her arrogantly.
Wen Lan knew Bu Yufan too well. She knew that every time he raised his chin, it was to prevent tears from flowing down.
"Bu Yufan, laugh when you are happy and cry when you are sad, this is what life is all about."
When she said this, tears were already streaming down her face.
"This is what it means to be alive." Bu Yufan followed her voice silently and emotionally in his heart.
She had said this to him countless times.
"I'm leaving. Blow dry your hair. There's food in the kitchen. Help yourself." She wanted to escape.
"This is my home, you can come and go as you like?" He grabbed her.
"Bu Yufan?" She looked at the rise and fall of his chest with breathing in horror.
"What's wrong?" He pulled her into his arms, held her wrists with one hand, and pushed her down on the bed.
"What are you going to do?"
"What else can you do?" He mocked her, and with his other hand, he deftly removed her short-sleeved T-shirt, his fingers resting on the bra clasp on her back.
"Let me go!"
"You don't want to do it?"
"We've broken up!"
"You're still here after breaking up?"
In these two rounds, Wen Lan was constantly criticized by him.
His fingers opened the clasp of her bra, and the straps ran down her cupped arms as he pulled the bra down.
He began to kiss her, sucking her with the same passion and abandon as before.
"Let me go!" she shouted.
"As long as you say no, I will stop immediately." He tricked her.
"you are bullying me!"
"Why didn't you say 'no'?"
He looked into her eyes provocatively and pressed his tall nose against the tip of her small nose.
His hands moved to the buttons of her jeans, and in just two or three clicks, he removed her clothes completely.
His lips touched hers, Wen Lan drooped her eyelashes and slowly closed her eyes.
She helped him untie the belt of his bathrobe, stroked his chest muscles, supported his shoulders, circled his neck, and finally landed her hands on his back, where the muscles were also bulging and surging.
How much she wanted him!
She also didn't notice that while he was kissing her ears, he was secretly wiping his tears on the sheets.
This time, apart from the blending of their breathing, neither she nor he said a word.
The two people understood each other tacitly, yet they were struggling.
When he couldn't hold back his tears, he asked her to turn her back to him and he rested his cheek against her back so that she couldn't tell whether they were his tears or sweat.
But, how come she has lost so much weight in just these few days? His chin rested on the gap between her ribs, and the originally soft touch now vaguely showed the shape of bones.
He hugged her waist tightly with concern.
After giving her countless climaxes, he and her reached orgasm again.
She couldn't help but shout out, such a true expression of emotion was touching. She felt that he seemed to be deliberately delaying time, he seemed to be deliberately delaying the arrival of that moment, he seemed to be reluctant to leave her.
It was not until he said that that she realized that all this was just her wishful thinking.