Everything was exactly as he had guessed. For the first time, Jiang Cong hated his intuition so much. Sometimes, it was happier to be a muddle - headed person than to be someone who knew the truth.
At least, he didn't have to face such a difficult, heart - wrenching but inevitable choice.
"Hey, could you send a few bottles of wine to Room 4211? Thanks." Jiang Cong called the front desk. At this moment, he sadly found that only drowning his sorrows in wine could relieve the suffocating feeling in his heart.
Soon, the waiter knocked on Jiang Cong's door.
Jiang Cong staggered up from the bed, opened the door and took the wine from the waiter.
"Sir." Seeing Jiang Cong's dejected appearance, the waiter couldn't help saying a few more words and comforted him, "Drinking too much is bad for your health. These are all strong vodka."
Jiang Cong nodded casually, thanked the waiter and then closed the door.
Jiang Cong, who was always delicate and meticulous, didn't use a wine glass. Instead, after opening the bottle cap, he took a big gulp. Some wine oozed out of the corner of his mouth because he drank too quickly.
Jiang Cong sat on the floor. A chill wrapped around him from the inside out. "What should I do? Chen Er, what do you want me to do..."
The man hugged his head painfully and let out a heart - rending roar.
Chen Er's uneasiness grew stronger and stronger. She seemed to sense something and opened her door. Then she stood in front of Jiang Cong's room.
The waiter just came out from the corner. Seeing Chen Er, he stepped forward and asked in a surprised and low voice, "Do you know the gentleman in this room? He just ordered several bottles of wine. It seems that he has encountered something. If you are his friend, you should persuade him."
The waiter's words reached Chen Er's ears. Her mind went blank for a moment. Chen Er forced a smile and mechanically said "Thank you".
The waiter had other things to do. Soon, he pressed the elevator button and went to another floor.
Chen Er was left alone in the corridor.
Chen Er raised her hand and finally knocked on the door. She didn't know what was waiting for her behind that door.
"Knock, knock, knock."
Hearing the knock on the door, Jiang Cong staggered to his feet. His cold and self - controlled face was tinged with a hint of drunkenness.
The door was opened. Chen Er looked up and saw a different Jiang Cong. Instead, she calmed down. She held Jiang Cong's arm to prevent him from falling due to his unsteady steps.
Jiang Cong lost his strength and fell onto the bed. Chen Er turned around, closed the door, and when she looked back, she saw the wine bottles casually thrown on the floor. Jiang Cong never drank alcohol and had great self - control.
What on earth had happened that could make someone as calm as Jiang Cong lose his composure like this?
"What's wrong with you? Hmm?" Chen Er gently held Jiang Cong's face, felt the stubble on his face, and looked directly into his wandering black eyes.
Jiang Cong let out a short laugh, full of vicissitudes and pain.
Chen Er patted Jiang Cong's back to soothe his mood. After a while, Jiang Cong said in a muffled voice, "I know everything."
Chen Er's movement paused for a moment, but only for a moment. All the things she had painstakingly hidden were now out in the open. Chen Er stuck out her tongue and slowly licked her slightly chapped lips.
"So what do you... think?" Chen Er didn't care about other things. She just wanted to know Jiang Cong's attitude.
Jiang Cong didn't answer Chen Er's question. His voice became even lower and hoarser. "Can you tell me the story about Chen Huan and you? I want to know the truth..."
Just as Chen Er was about to nod, Jiang Cong quickly covered her mouth. "Forget it. Don't talk about it today. I don't want to hear it now..."
"Okay." Chen Er said meekly. Jiang Cong needed time to digest this fact. After all, who could accept that their girlfriend was a murderer?
Jiang Cong kissed Chen Er's lips painfully and carefully traced the arc of her lips. Chen Er also responded to Jiang Cong, and the atmosphere gradually became passionate.
The string of reason in Jiang Cong's mind completely broke. Feeling Chen Er's response, he kissed her back more passionately, and his movements were no longer as gentle as before.
It was more like a painful and silent outburst between the two of them than a kiss.
Chen Er let Jiang Cong do as he pleased. When her body felt the chill in the air, she shivered involuntarily, but soon, she sank into the emotional net woven by Jiang Cong for her.
The thunderstorm outside the window was still raging, washing away all the sins in the world.
The next day.
Jiang Cong woke up first. The headache caused by the hangover made his memory blank for a short time. Beside him, Chen Er was sleeping soundly with her eyes closed.
Jiang Cong lovingly stroked Chen Er's small face. After so long, Chen Er was still so thin. No matter how much he fed her, she never seemed to gain a few pounds.
Last night, he lost his proud rationality, and Chen Er fully cooperated with him. Now, Chen Er was probably extremely tired and didn't show any reaction. There were fine red marks on her smooth and fair neck, which was enough to prove how intense last night had been.
If time could stand still at this moment, how wonderful it would be.
However, he still had to face what he had to face. Jiang Cong got up, stepped over Chen Er and walked into the bathroom.
Not long after Jiang Cong got up, Chen Er also woke up with a soft groan. The soreness in her body reminded her of everything that had happened last night.
The memories rushed back into Chen Er's mind. Chen Er rubbed her waist to relieve the soreness a little, and her voice also became a bit hoarse.
The place beside her was already cold. The sound of water came from the bathroom. Chen Er leaned on the pillow pretending to be asleep, waiting for Jiang Cong's verdict.
Chen Er didn't regret anything that had happened last night. She wouldn't blame any decision Jiang Cong made. She never looked back and never regretted what she had done.
It was the same a few years ago, and it was even more so now.
After a while, the sound of water gradually faded. Jiang Cong opened the door and walked out.
The water droplets on his hair ran down his firm face. Jiang Cong only wrapped a towel around his waist. Seeing that Chen Er was awake, he roughly wiped his hair with a towel and approached Chen Er with a slightly moist breath.
"Are you tired? Go take a bath first." Jiang Cong's tone was gentler than ever.
Chen Er nodded. Just as she was about to get out of bed, her legs went weak and she almost fell to the ground. "Ouch, it hurts so much."
Jiang Cong picked Chen Er up horizontally and put her in the bathtub. Then he tested the water temperature. "Okay, you can take a bath now. You'll feel better after that."
Feeling Jiang Cong's gentle actions, Chen Er's eyes became a bit hot in the curling steam.