Lin Xi's bamboo horse strategy plan was at 99% progress... And then it got stuck.
She has spoken her truth, tried bitter tricks, and even hired "foreign aid" to act as her love rival.
And Lu Huai, always as stable as a rock, responded with a classic: "Don't make trouble, I am your brother."
It wasn't until the night of the celebration party that she committed the murder under the pretext of drinking and followed him home. The moment he opened the door and before he touched the light switch in the living room, Lin Xi pushed him into the door with all his strength and pressed him against the cold, flat wall of the entrance.
The moment their lips touched, she clearly felt:
He grabbed the doorframe behind him with one hand, his knuckles turning white from the force, not daring to move at all; the other hand was clenched into a fist, with veins popping out; the muscles in his body were tensed like iron, and his breathing was as heavy as a trapped animal, but he tightly closed his lips, as stiff as a sculpture that was being tortured by desire.
OK, very good. The restraint he was proud of was her best weapon.
Lin Xi decided to change the game. When he woke up the next day, his face was full of innocence:
"I lost my voice last night. I didn't do anything extraordinary, right?"
Lu Huai pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his gaze behind the lenses as calm as an abyss:
"No. You just held me and talked about the "Three Laws of Robotics" for half an hour."
She thought the game had reset, but she didn't know that the cage of his reason, starting from that kiss, could no longer contain the madness inside. The hand holding on to the door frame will one day clasp her waist tightly and drag her into the hot reality that he has suppressed for a long time.
Concept: Love is instinct, it cannot be calculated, it can only be experienced
