Shen Yurou opened her mouth, but hesitated, unable to say anything.
"Actually, you know, you don’t have to know a person well or be familiar with them to think about them at night."
Zhou Wang chuckled, "On the contrary, it’s because you don’t know me that I can fit all your perfect fantasies, because the me in your mind is like a clay figurine that can change shapes at will..."
"Why do many people go to the movies even when they have someone? That’s exactly the reason!"
Zhou Wang, who had delved deeply into psychology, was considered a semi-master in the field, especially when dealing with women. He saw through them so thoroughly.
With just a few words, Zhou Wang dismantled the psychological defenses Shen Yurou had worked up the courage to construct. She stared blankly at Zhou Wang and whispered:
"You... you are a devil. How can you, how can you..."
"Because I vaguely know what you’ve been through, I understand even more how much you long to grasp at a straw, even if it’s just something you imagined in your mind..."
Zhou Wang moved closer, and the two were mere inches apart.
Shen Yurou’s breathing became rapid, but she realized she couldn’t escape at all, and could only plead painfully:
"Don’t do this, Zhou Wang... you, you are Yutong’s boyfriend. We can’t."
"Then why isn’t your reason for refusal because of Tongtong’s brother-in-law?"
Mentioning Liu Chao, Shen Yurou’s expression darkened, and she fell silent.
"You’ve actually thought about it too, haven’t you?"
Zhou Wang’s hands no longer propped him up, but fell down.
Shen Yurou’s body lost its strength, but she still desperately shook her head.
In the end, her voice grew weaker and weaker, turning into an unconscious murmur. Although it was a continuous rejection, to Zhou Wang’s ears, it sounded like another meaning.
Her gaze lost focus, leaving only a faint hint of clarity flickering in and out.
Until Zhou Wang leaned back and looked at her.
Their eyes met for the second time.
"Is it okay, Sister Yurou?"
Shen Yurou’s gaze was so complex that with Zhou Wang’s vocabulary, he couldn’t describe it at all.
After staring at Zhou Wang for a few seconds, Shen Yurou slowly turned her head, closed her eyes, and murmured:
"If you do this, I’m definitely going to hell..."
As she spoke, her once stiff body relaxed.
The lamp on the coffee table suddenly lost power, and the long-blocked moonlight pierced through the curtain at that moment, spilling everywhere.
Zhou Wang felt somewhat bewildered.
While engaging in a deep conversation with Shen Yurou to try to unravel her emotional knots, her reactions were not quite what Zhou Wang had anticipated.
Initially, she was very distressed, but after Zhou Wang patiently communicated with her for a long time, other emotions slowly emerged.
Later on, things got out of control.
Who knows what mindset she held, but at one moment, the meek and weak Shen Yurou suddenly overturned Zhou Wang, seizing the high ground, expressing her pent-up resentment.
"Zhou Wang, Zhou Wang!"
After their conversation ended, she called out Zhou Wang’s name as if in a unique way to remember something.
Feigned fascination, yet tears streaming down her face, her maniacal sobbing even shook Zhou Wang.
In that vague moment, Zhou Wang envisioned once again peach blossoms blooming to their fullest.
That was an ultimate beauty, far beyond stars falling to the earth.
At that moment, Zhou Wang suddenly realized—
It turns out the system intelligence’s "ajar door" wasn’t just referring to the one on the wall...
Stupid system, you do understand puns!