Nan Chen wanted to open the door and jump out of the car.

From now on, stay away from Sikong Yan and let him disappear completely along with the scenery on the way.

Wu Yi finally handed her a cigarette, and Nan Chen lit it and took a deep breath. He lowered the car window halfway, and the cold wind came in, blowing on the hot, red and swollen cheeks, causing slight pain.

The slap Sikong Yan gave her was, quite literally, like stars in her eyes. She thought that he might not have used all his strength, otherwise she would have flown a few meters away. She should really thank him for his mercy, haha.

A cold hatred burst out from the bottom of Nan Chen's heart. Hatred requires strength, so hatred is very strong, even indestructible.

She flicked the cigarette butt into the snow and closed the car window.

His eyes fell on Qing Yan, who was sleeping lightly and quietly, like a weak kitten.

Because they are weak, they are safe. Even if she and Qing Yan slap each other ten times, they will not cause any harm.

But sometimes, revenge doesn't require strength.

Nan Chen looked at Sikong Yan again. He was located in the upper right corner of her, always looking outside, as if there was some tempting secret hidden in the night.

The car drove back to the showroom, and Qing Yan jumped out of the car exhausted. Without saying a word of farewell, he walked straight to a silver Maserati on the side of the road.

Immediately, the silvery white rushed into the endless dark night and disappeared without a trace.

Nan Chen got out of the car before Sikong Yan and walked to the roadside without looking back. The street was empty late at night, but she still raised her hand to stop the car.

Of course she failed, and was picked up by Sikong Yan again and stuffed into the black Maybach.

Wu Yi honked the horn twice, and then Lu Xun Juechen left.

Nan Chen was sitting in the passenger seat, straightening his clothes, looking quite calm, and his attitude was neither humble nor overbearing. In the corner of his eye, Sikong Yan was looking at her.

Nan Chen raised his thumb and index finger, flicked the cigarette ashes on his sweater, shook his hair, looked straight ahead and said, "Dr. Yan, haven't you beaten enough? Should I also stretch my right cheek?"

The two eyes staring at her disappeared, Sikong Yan lowered his head and said nothing, then drove onto the main road.

His silence finally ignited Nan Chen's suppressed anger.

She slapped the bridge suddenly, "How can this be calculated?"

"You, beat me up?" Sikong Yan's voice was a little hoarse, and his tone was full of uncertainty.

"Hey, if I could beat you, I wouldn't wait until now."

Sikong Yan glanced sideways at her, lowered his eyes, and looked forward again, "You can calculate whatever you want."

Nan Chen narrowed his eyes hard and said, "Send me home, my own home."

"Um."

Sikong Yan responded, stopped talking, and accelerated the car.

Nan Chen was also exhausted physically and mentally, so he leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes.

It wasn't until the slight tremors of the car disappeared that she opened her eyes and found herself in Sikong Yan's courtyard garage.

She was so angry that she almost jumped up and shouted at Sikong Yan, "I asked you to take me back to my home!"

"This is your home."

Sikong Yan said calmly. The moment his eyes met hers, he quickly looked away.

He had opened the passenger door for Nanchen and stood there quietly, waiting for her to get off.

Nan Chen stared at him, feeling that the fierce arrogance around him was gone. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt his deep apology, even though he didn't say anything.

Because this scene is so familiar, it is exactly like the scene where parents reprimand their children for making mistakes. If Nan Chen got into trouble when he was a child, he would not dare to look at his mother's eyes. He poked there cautiously, without saying a word, but every detail on his body

Every cell is saying, I was wrong.

No, she couldn't be fooled by his attitude. They were not parents and children. They were lovers. This special relationship gave the slap a different meaning.

Nan Chen stepped out of the car and slammed the door.

Sikong Yan walked beside her silently, neither explaining nor apologizing.

Then, as usual, he filled her with bath water, put on her pajamas, and sat on the sofa to read the news.

Fuck your sister. Nan Chen became more and more angry and felt like he was about to turn into an angry pufferfish.

He didn't even give her a chance to light the fuse. It was obvious that he wanted to piss her off to death.

She pulled the bathroom door hard, causing the door frame to clang.

Sikong Yan put down his cell phone. In fact, he didn't read a word of it.

He knew that he had made an unforgivable mistake. Thinking back on it now, it was like having a nightmare. How could he raise his hand to hit her? Was he crazy?

But he understood that what he felt at that moment was by no means pure anger.

There is also a deeper fear hidden behind the anger.

Nan Chen smashed the things in the bathroom and made loud noises. Sikong Yan hoped that she would rush out and slap herself hard. Or two. Or more.

But Nanchen just picked up the hair dryer and sat by the bed to dry his hair.

Sikong Yan did a simple wash, picked up the bottles and cans she threw on the ground, and put them on the shelf again.

Then, the two sat back to back on the edge of the bed, like a couple about to divorce, conducting final negotiations.

Nan Chen always wanted to be cunning and cunning, but he couldn't control what was on his mind.

She suddenly jumped up, strode around to Sikong Yan, and stood in front of him, "I'm going to beat you."

Sikong Yan lowered his eyes and nodded.

His eyelashes covered his pupils, and it was unclear what his expression was. Only the corners of his cool lips were slightly pursed.

"Big Mouth, Electric Cannon, Flying Kick, you choose one."

Sikong Yan suddenly raised his eyes and looked at her with a little confusion. Then he lowered his eyes and said, "You choose."

Nan Chen's eyes wandered around him, and finally landed on his beautifully sculpted collarbone, "If you want me to choose, there are so many options. Belt, broom, washboard."

"There's no washboard."

...Nan Chen almost vomited blood because of his serious answer. He stretched out his hand and said, "Bring me the belt!"

Sikong Yan stood up silently, took out the belt from his trousers, handed it to her hand, and sat down obediently.

Nan Chen folded the belt in half, patted it gently with his palm, "Lie down."

Sikong Yan sat still and said, "Just smoke like this."

"No, the belt is for spanking, you get down quickly!" Nan Chen put the belt on his cheek and rubbed it, "Don't make me say it a second time." She used Sikong Yan's words and felt a rush.

Darkly refreshing.

Sikong Yan really wanted to hit him to death. Why did this situation happen? Shouldn't Nan Chen slap him hard or give him a hammer? He thought she would cry, but she didn't.

"Why, Mr. Yan doesn't like belts? Then I'm going to use more despicable methods." Nan Chen walked around him, looking like a Nazi, "The mop rod actually has a magical effect."

Sikong Yan's eyes rolled and suddenly froze.

Then, he stood up obediently and lay on the bed...

Nan Chen laughed so hard in his heart that he kicked his feet on the edge of the bed and said, "Such a delicate and pert buttocks, once the belt is removed, the face will be completely disfigured. Hey, Sikong Yan, tell me what you think at this moment."

Sikongyan kept silent. What did he think? He was embarrassed.

Nan Chen tapped him gently with his belt, "I'm afraid Dong Yan won't be able to sit down tomorrow."

Sikong Yan closed his eyes. This feeling was simply worse than stabbing him with a knife.

"Others will think you have done something shady."

As soon as she finished speaking, Nan Chen suddenly raised her hand, and the belt fell down vigorously. She slapped him three times, pulling out three wrinkles from the silky nightgown. Then she threw away the belt and slapped him twice.

It's like brushing off the dust. "The corporal punishment is over, stand up."

Sikong Yan blinked. It did hurt, but was it over? Did she forgive herself?

He sat up and asked, "Are you not angry with me anymore?"

"I'm angry." Nan Chen said matter-of-factly, "But now I'm almost out of anger, only hatred is left."

Sikong Yan looked at her red and swollen face, and his expression suddenly dimmed.

Hate is a very cruel word.

Nan Chen ignored him and lay down on the other side, looking at the ceiling.

Sikong Yan was lost in thought for a moment and then lay down on his back, resting on his bent arms.

"How long will you hate me?" he asked in a low voice.

"I hate you to the end of the world." Nan Chen said every word.

Sikong Yan's eyes flickered, he turned sideways and hugged her. He lowered his head and buried it in her neck, "I'm sorry."

His soft hair scratched Nan Chen's skin, which was a little itchy. Nan Chen dodged and sneered, "Is it time for sweet dates?"

"No..." Sikong Yan's fingertips gently touched the damaged corner of Nan Chen's mouth, where a small scab formed.

"I'm scared." His voice was very soft and low, "I'm really scared... I've never been so scared. I'm afraid of losing someone."
To be continued...