Chapter 71 Lost her
Li Siheng ordered the driver to turn around.

Bian Yue pursed her lips, with a cold and delicate face, and said nothing.

For a long time, the car was dead silent.

The rain outside stopped temporarily, and rainwater accumulated on the ground, reflecting a small pool of light under the light of the street lamp.

After a long silence, Li Siheng took the initiative to speak, his voice as gentle as before.

He said, "Yueyue, I just drank too much, don't worry about it."

"Li Siheng, someone slapped you in the face, and then told you that you were drunk. I'm really sorry. Do you really think it's okay?"

Bian Yue pulled the corners of her lips in amusement, and said sarcastically, "Even if I really told you it's okay, would you believe it?"

Li Siheng was silent again, and after a pause, he said, "Are you blaming me?"

Bian Yue was frank enough: "I don't blame you, I just think we shouldn't meet. I'm married and I have a family. My morals don't allow me to have anything with you. No matter what the reason is, we shouldn't meet privately."

"Bian Yue," he called her name, his voice full of bitterness, and he said, "We have known each other for seven years. In these seven years, don't I even have the right to meet you in private?"

This time it was Bian Yue's turn to remain silent.

She didn't say anything, but the message she gave was more obvious - no.

There was a dense despair in Li Siheng's heart like a vine, which began to tightly wrap around his breath.

His face turned pale. He looked at the person who was so close to him, but felt as if there were thousands of mountains and rivers between them.

——Li Siheng, you lost her.

There was a voice in his mind whispering over and over again.
It was already late at night when Bian Yue returned home. As she walked through the cool and quiet garden landscape after the rain, the uppers of her shoes were wet.

She walked to the front door, took off her shoes at the entrance, and then walked in quietly.

Shen Jinci stayed at home.

Bian Yue was mentally prepared to meet him, but when the time really came, she still felt uneasy.

The man's tone on the phone was too gentle, completely concealing all his emotions, and he intended for no one to be able to detect anything.

Bian Yue had no idea what was in his mind. It was human nature and he should have been angry, but he was so calm.

So, Bian Yue walked in with mixed feelings.

The hall was dimly lit. The man's figure was immersed in the dark light, with his back to her. The white cloth was elegant, outlining his straight and neat shoulder line, which showed his superior posture.

He suited the darkness so well that it seemed as if he was meant to be in it.

Bian Yue's heart tightened and she walked up to him.

She looked uneasy and kept her head down all the way until she sat down opposite the man, still not daring to move.

Bian Yue felt that she was like the husband who was caught cheating in a TV drama, now anxiously awaiting trial.

Shen Jinci spoke, his voice low and magnetic, no ripples could be heard, his tone was as light as mist, he said: "You don't dare to look up at me?"

Bian Yue then hesitated and raised her head.

She saw the man's handsome and noble face, his eyes that were indifferent to all living things, now dark as usual, looking at her with deep brows.

Shen Jinci had already started talking, which gave Bian Yue some courage. She hesitated for a moment before she said softly, "I'm not afraid to look at you, Shen Jinci. Are you tired today?"

What a childish thing to say.

She tried to change the subject awkwardly and stiffly. Seeing that he didn't say anything, Bian Yue subconsciously tightened her grip and brought the subject back, her voice even softer, "I can explain this matter. Can you talk to me first and give me a chance to explain?"

Shen Jinci took out a cigarette from the lining of his suit and bit it on his lips in front of Bian Yue.

His movements were very calm, so calm that Bian Yue had no idea what he was thinking.

The man's lighter wheel rubbed against it, making a slight noise.

In the dim light, a faint flame flickered between his slender fingers, making his facial features even more charming in the night.

He lit a cigarette in front of Bian Yue, his posture as deep as still water.

For some reason, Bian Yue felt indescribably flustered.

So he spoke again and added, "I accompanied Wen Jiao to Xiangjiang Girls' High School for dinner today. I didn't expect to meet Li Siheng there. He was drunk, so he came to stop me."

The smoke was curling gently. Shen Jinci held the cigarette and did not take the next step, allowing the smoke to spread. He looked at Bian Yue calmly, as if hinting for her to continue.

Complex emotions surged in Bian Yue's heart, and she suddenly remembered what Li Siheng said to her in the car.

Then the tone of the painting changed and it became a question: "Then you have nothing to explain to me? Shen Jinci, tell me, are you sick?"

Shen Jinci lowered his eyes, his mood was extremely dull.

It was not surprising that Li Siheng could find out about this. He was just surprised for a moment, then calmed down again. He finally spoke in a calm and even voice, "No."

Bian Yue nodded and smiled in admiration, "Mr. Shen lied to me? Mr. Shen is really amazing."

It had been a long time since she spoke to him in such a distant and cold tone. She called him Mr. Shen, and every word she said was full of thorns.

The gloom in Shen Jinci's eyes grew even darker. He tightened his hand holding the cigarette slightly, and with extreme patience and restraint, he brought the cigarette to his lips, took a puff, and suddenly pinched it out with force.

He strode up to Bian Yue, grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her fiercely.

His lips were cold, with the scent of tobacco and agarwood. His tongue tapped open her teeth, and he kissed her deeply without any hesitation.

The sense of aggression is overwhelming.

Bian Yue's hand was on his chest, and her movement to push him away was weak.

Finally, before Bian Yue felt suffocated, he let her go, looked into her eyes, and spoke gently:
"Open your mouth."

These two words were very calm. If it weren't for the bottomless desire in the man's eyes that made people dare not look closely, just listening to his voice, he was clearly calm and composed, not at all confused.

But at this moment, his eyes were clearly filled with desire.

Bian Yue was so frightened by him that she hardly dared to look him in the eyes.

She avoided his gaze, and her panic was almost impossible to conceal.

"Open your mouth," he repeated.

Bian Yue's eyes trembled slightly, and she breathed in the cold and indifferent scent of the man.

This time, the person who kept silent was Bian Yue.

Shen Jinci didn't care about Bian Yue's silence. He had gently pinched her chin, his eyes falling on Bian Yue's soft and rosy lips. The possessiveness in his eyes spread inch by inch. He kissed her again, deeper than before, but also much more gently.

Bian Yue's fingertips were numb, and she felt as if all her strength had been drained away, so she collapsed in Shen Jinci's arms, and could only allow him to rob her of her breath inch by inch.

It was unknown how long it had been before Shen Jinci finally let her go.

Their breathing was matched, the man's eyes were dark, staring into hers, his voice was light: "Bian Yue, I admit, I lied to you."