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The chill of early autumn crept in, and I couldn't help but shiver. Sun Yunfei had me cornered against the tiled wall, leaving me nowhere to escape. The bathroom was cold yet hot at the same time. The damp, sticky sensation left me feeling disoriented. Sun Yunfei was my only source of warmth. I could only wrap my arms around his neck, forced to endure everything he brought.
I bit down on my tongue to suppress my trembling, not wanting to make a sound first in this competition, risking everything. Sun Yunfei leaned in close, whispering softly in my ear, "Ahui, call my name." I stubbornly remained silent. Just before an uncontrollable sob escaped, I bit down on his shoulder. Even tasting blood, I refused to let go.
He chuckled helplessly, saying, "I really can't do anything with you." In the end, I lost all strength and was carried back to the bedroom by him. In a daze, I felt his fingers gently caressing my left hand. I opened my eyes and asked, "What's wrong?" He cleared his throat and held my fingers tightly, saying, "Go to sleep."
Having been busy for over half a month on a business trip, I had no time to recall the events of that rainy night. When I returned home with my suitcase and entered the password, I saw an unexpected person: Lin Li. She was wearing the lace camisole dress that I had stuffed into Sun Yunfei's wardrobe, looking at me with a beaming smile and saying, "You're here." Her tone was like that of a hostess welcoming a guest.
Before coming back, I had a vague premonition about this situation, so seeing this scene didn't surprise me much. I didn't question her; instead, I calmly said:
"I'll pack my things and leave soon."
All I have are two suitcases.
I ran up and down a few times, and I was ready.
In recent years, Sun Yunfei's career has been steadily advancing,
the company has been expanding, and profits have been substantial.
Materially, he has never treated me poorly.
He has given me many things: a house, a car, luxury goods.
But I know in my heart that those do not belong to me.
From beginning to end, I only possessed his body.
And now, I have lost him.
As I was leaving, Lin Li called out to me: "Yuhui, don't you hate him?"
I retorted, "Hate who? You? Or Sun Yunfei?"
She pressed her lips together:
"Ah Fei is your first man and your only man,
but he does not love you."
Lin Li has been with Sun Yunfei for three years, so she naturally knows all about his private life.
I smiled: "Lin Li, have you ever loved?"
Before she could answer, I continued, "If you have loved, then don't ask; asking means you haven't."
Lin Li's face turned pale.
I grabbed my suitcase and left without looking back.
Do I hate him?
Actually, I don't hate him.
My relationship with Sun Yunfei is more like boiling a frog in warm water.
At first, I felt grateful towards him.
Over time, I developed a sense of possession towards him.
Then I accepted both his body and his mind.
Until I discovered that his love was not pure.
I suddenly realized that I had already fallen into a gentle trap. In this war without gunpowder, we tested each other, attacked one another, and neither of us was willing to reveal our cards first. In the end, I was left battered and fled in despair.
I returned to my rented apartment with heavy baggage. Over the years, even while living with Sun Yunfei, I never canceled the lease. After a simple wash-up, the fatigue from the continuous grind made me fall into a deep sleep.
When I woke up, it was already evening. I sat on the edge of the bed, watching as the endless darkness engulfed me, an infinite sorrow blooming in my heart. The silence was broken by the ringing of my phone.
I answered the call, and a familiar voice came through: "Ahui." It was my mother. She asked about my recent life and reminded me to pay attention to my diet and daily routine. I listened quietly, occasionally responding with a few words.
Before hanging up, her voice carried a hint of choking emotion: "Are you coming home for the New Year this year?" My breath caught in my throat. A scene from deep within my memories resurfaced before my eyes.
I come from a single-parent family. My concept of "home" is quite vague. My father was a gambler and had a penchant for drinking. Every time he came home drunk, he would unleash violence on my mother and me. I once witnessed him smash a bottle over my mother's head.
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