Zhou Ci glanced at Song Bowang out of the corner of her eye. His face was tense and he looked like he was about to explode at any moment. She couldn't say anything more.
So as not to add fuel to the fire.
The car finally stopped in a community in the center of Jiangbei. Zhou Ci was taken to an apartment by Song Bowan. She had never been to this place before and had never heard Song Bowan mention it.
But it's not surprising. He has a lot of real estate, and it's not surprising that he has a small apartment.
The area here is not large, just over 100 square meters by visual inspection, which is actually quite inconsistent with Song Bowang's style.
The decoration of the apartment is also simple, which is completely different from the luxurious style of the Song family.
After Zhou Ci came in, she looked around. Song Bo took off his suit jacket and looked at her, "What are you looking at? Come here."
Zhou Ci hurriedly agreed and opened the shoe cabinet to change shoes, only to find that there was a pair of women's slippers inside, and they were worn.
Zhou Ci pursed her lips subconsciously, hesitated for a few seconds, and then took the disposable slippers next to her and put them on.
Song Bowan saw Zhou Ci put on disposable slippers. As soon as she got closer, she pulled Zhou Ci into her arms.
He grabbed Zhou Ci's waist and asked casually: "Why don't you wear those pairs? Are you treating this place as a hotel?"
Zhou Ci: "...I prefer disposable ones."
Song Bo sneered, "What a nonsense reason."
It sounds like a random excuse.
Zhou Ci was a little embarrassed by his mocking tone and simply stopped pretending. She took a deep breath and explained her reasons.
"Those shoes are not new. Others have worn them. I don't want to wear them."
Song Bo's smile became even more sarcastic. He raised her chin and said, "You are beating around the bush and saying that I am unclean."
Zhou Ci: "...No."
Song Bowang: "You don't want to wear the shoes that others have worn, but you sleep happily with the men that others have slept with."
Zhou Ci's body froze, and his face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye: "...What?"
When Song Bowan saw her pale face, he was still smiling with disdain, "You don't think you are the only woman I have, right?"
Zhou Ci was speechless, and his throat felt like it had been cut with a knife.
She had indeed had such thoughts before...
It's not because she is naive, it's just that there is really no woman around Song Bowan. She had misunderstood him for a long time and misunderstood Tang Qingning before, but she later solved them one by one.
Even Luo Xiyao...after sharing "intelligence" with her for a long time, she knew that they didn't have any intimate actions.
Zhou Ci felt very uncomfortable. She didn't want to talk, and she didn't want to hear Song Bo share these things with her again. The feeling of embarrassment invaded her, and she subconsciously wanted to run away from him.
But Song Bowan didn't give her this chance at all.
After sensing her resistance, he directly pulled her back and grabbed her waist tightly with both hands.
"Why, do you feel uncomfortable?" he asked her aggressively.
Zhou Ci met his eyes, bit her lip with her teeth, and asked with all her might, "When?"
She thought, if it was time for them to separate...
Then she probably, maybe, can accept it.
After all, they had nothing to do with each other except for their children, and Song Bowan hated her so much that he had no reason to "keep himself safe" for her.
However, just when Zhou Ci was using this rhetoric to "brainwash" herself, Song Borui killed her fantasy: "That's it."
Zhou Ci froze again. She seemed to hear something in her world shattering. The sound was so loud that it made her dizzy and tinnitus.
Just this part...
During this time...she always thought that they were together.
Song Bowan was dissatisfied with her silence, "Why didn't you speak? Didn't you ask first?"
Zhou Ci: "...You promised to give me a chance."
The impact was so great that her voice became a bit mechanical, and other than trembling, no other reaction could be heard.
Her eyes were also dull, and her whole person was stiff and mechanical, like a robot with a faulty wiring.
Seeing her like this, Song Bowan suddenly felt a sense of revenge in his heart.
What does this mean compared to what he was back then?
Song Bo laughed sarcastically and asked her, "I just gave you a chance. Do you think I agreed to be with you?"
"You don't have the ability to let me sleep with you alone, and you don't want me to find someone else?"
Zhou Ci was so struck by his words that he couldn't even lift his head. His original excitement and expectation were shattered to pieces.
She lowered her head, held it in for a long time, and finally said: "I don't want to do it."
Song Bo's sneer came from above his head, "Don't forget your identity. Do you think you have the final say on this matter?"
Unable to tolerate her rejection, Song Bowan dragged Zhou Ci to the bedroom in the next second. Zhou Ci saw a woman's nightgown on the bed.
At that moment, her inner resistance reached its peak. She didn't know where the strength came from, and struggled wildly. Her fingernails accidentally scratched Song Bowan's face.
After smelling the smell of blood, Zhou Ci suddenly stopped as soon as she woke up from her dream.
Immediately afterwards, I saw the long scratches on Song Bowan's face, including the flesh.
Zhou Ci bit his lip and couldn't say a word. Song Bowan raised his hand and touched the wound on his face, and his fingertips touched blood.
Facing Zhou Ci's evasive look, he asked mockingly: "Are you satisfied?"
Zhou Ci: "I'm sorry."
Saying sorry at this time is the most useless thing. Zhou Ci also knew that Song Bowan would never accept her apology.
She took a deep breath and looked around, "Do you have a medical kit? I'll give you some medicine..."
Song Bowang: "It's in the cabinet under the TV in the living room, go get it."
Zhou Ci: "Okay."
While she was arranging her clothes, she got up and went to the living room to get the medicine kit.
In any case, today's intimate relationship has come to an end, although the price paid was a bit high.
When Zhou Ci took the medicine box and went back to the bedroom, Song Bowan had already sat up.
The buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned to his chest, and his abdominal muscles were faintly visible. Because of the torment just now, the clothes on his body were wrinkled to varying degrees, making him look sexy and tense.
If it weren't for this situation, Zhou Ci might be confused by him and appreciate it.
Zhou Ci put aside the messy thoughts in his head, carried the medical kit to the bedside, and took out iodophor to disinfect the wound.
As soon as the cotton swab touched it, I heard Song Bowan's breathing became a little heavier and his body seemed a little stiff.
Zhou Ci subconsciously coaxed him: "It will hurt a little, don't be afraid."
Song Bowan frowned, and the more he listened, the more he felt that Zhou Ci's words seemed to be coaxing Song Yang to stop.
Song Bowan ignored Zhou Ci and sat there quietly, waiting for her to finish taking the medicine.
Zhou Ci put the things away and focused his eyes on Song Bowan's face again. He was still a little worried, "Why don't you go to the hospital to have a look, in case there is a scar..."
Song Bowang: "Why are you so hypocritical? Why didn't you consider that I would leave scars when you arrested me?"
Zhou Ci subconsciously defended herself, "I didn't mean it."
Song Bowang: "We've already caught you. I don't care if you did it on purpose."