Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

Liu Zijin looked at Qiu Shuhan on the bed with a complicated expression.

She opened her empty eyes and murmured, "Zijin, if it were you, would you always think about him?"

Tang Xuan was with her during the loneliest and darkest period of her life. Although there is always a window between them, it is undeniable that she misses him very much.

Liu Zijin shook his head, "Shuhan, I'm not you."

"Yeah, you're not me," Qiu Shuhan replied with a wry smile, "so you don't know how good Tang Xuan is."

"No matter how good he is, you can pursue him openly. But Shuhan, why did you choose such an extreme way?"

This was the first time that Liu Zijin directly opened up the matter and questioned Qiu Shuhan face to face.

She knew the whole truth, and knew the reason why her friend broke up with Yun Chen, but it was just that she had roommates in the dormitory before, so it was inconvenient to explain the problem.

Qiu Shuhan is very good, whether it's family background, character or appearance, Liu Zijin has never understood what she thinks about being Yun Chen's girlfriend in order to get close to Tang Xuan.

"Because when I agreed to be Yunchen's girlfriend, I didn't know that Tang Xuan was his roommate," Qiu Shuhan replied calmly, "At that time, I had dinner with their dormitory, and I recognized Tang Xuan at first sight."

Liu Zijin opened his mouth, but said nothing.

"The idea of ​​breaking up with Yun Chen has been circling in my mind since the first day we were together. I've been thinking about it for a long time, and every time I muster up the courage to tell him, but every time I can't bear it."

"Zijin, I know that I am cruel, excessive, and even pathological. But I can't help it. I am also struggling and sad. I can't let go of Tang Xuan, and it drags Yun Chen down."

"In the end...one, I have no face to say sorry, and the other, I have no face to say love."

Liu Zijin listened for a long time, and couldn't help sighing, "Then what's next? What are you going to do?" She lowered her head, and the message she sent to Tang Xuan was still displayed on the phone screen, but he didn't reply, even though she said that Qiu Shuhan was going to commit suicide.

Thinking of this, Liu Zijin raised his eyes and asked with concern: "Does the wound still hurt?"

An hour ago, Qiu Shuhan really went crazy from drinking, picked up broken glass and cut his wrist. Liu Zijin was stunned on the spot, but fortunately he reacted quickly, took off the shirt tied around his waist, and pressed Qiu Shuhan's bleeding wound, his heart beating violently.

Just passing by a taxi carrying a couple returning home late, Liu Zijin yelled recklessly, successfully stopped the car, and hurried all the way to the hospital.

The doctor said that the patient was drunk, so his hands were weak, and the wound was relatively shallow. Apart from leaving a scar, it would not have any major impact.

Liu Zijin, who had been worried all the time for fear of something unexpected happening to Qiu Shuhan, finally let out a long breath.

"It doesn't hurt, it hurts a bit, it's a good thing."

Qiu Shuhan said in a daze.

She remembered thirteen years ago, the little boy who earnestly breathed on him through the glass window to relieve his pain.

Liu Zijin was so angry that she wanted to hit her.

"No matter what, you are not allowed to seek death or life. Let me tell you, if you torment yourself, you are tormenting me!"

As soon as the voice fell, a burst of music came from the phone.

Qiu Shuhan didn't listen carefully, and gently stroked the bandaged wound on his wrist, with a dazed expression.

"I rely on it!"

Unexpectedly, Liu Zijin screamed suddenly.

"Huh?" Qiu Shuhan was surprised.

"Tang Xuan... called!"

As soon as these words came out, the two girls who looked at each other were shocked.

Qiu Shuhan repeated in disbelief, "Did Tang Xuan call?"

Liu Zijin nodded desperately, handed her mobile phone to Qiu Shuhan, and said anxiously: "Hurry up and answer it! Hurry up before he hangs up!"

The latter lowered his head, and saw Tang Xuan's name displayed on the screen, as well as the string of numbers that she knew so well that she could recite them backwards.

The number was found and saved by Liu Zijin from Qiu Shuhan's phone two days ago, because during that time her mood was extremely unstable, Liu Zijin thought that if something happened to Qiu Shuhan, she would have to blow up Tang Xuan's phone.

"Hurry up!" Seeing Qiu Shuhan not moving, Liu Zijin urged, "He still cares about you, isn't this proof?"

"I dare not..." Qiu Shuhan suddenly felt cowardly in his heart, and shrank back, "Zijin, you can take it."

Liu Zijin choked, and hesitated for a moment when he lowered his eyes, and finally pressed the answer button before the other party hung up.

At that moment, Qiu Shuhan's breathing was still.

"Hello." Liu Zijin only said one word, biting her lower lip with her white teeth, her expression tangled.

Tang Xuan, who was on the opposite side, spoke in a gentle voice, "Are you her roommate?" The tone was very light, without any emotion.

Liu Zijin was very smart, she secretly turned on the speakerphone, and then replied calmly, "Yes." She spoke very briefly, showing a lack of confidence.

Qiu Shuhan held his breath, forced himself not to look at the phone, and only tightly clenched the bedding under his body, feeling extremely nervous.

What will he say?

I'm afraid it's not a good word.

You see, he wouldn't even mention her name.

"You said she committed suicide?" Tang Xuan asked again.

Liu Zijin glanced at Qiu Shuhan, not knowing whether to say "yes" or "no", he simply said: "I'll give her the phone number, you ask yourself—"

"No need," Tang Xuan flatly refused, "Just tell her a word for me."

Qiu Shuhan's back stiffened.

"What, what?" Liu Zijin suddenly had an ominous premonition, she thought it would be better to turn off the speakerphone, but her movements were not as fast as Tang Xuan's words.

"If you have liked each other before, we will not owe each other in the future. If you like them now, I hope they will not disturb each other."

After Tang Xuan finished speaking, she quickly hung up the phone.

Liu Zijin held the phone in a daze.

"What does he mean?"

Qiu Shuhan raised his face, tried his best not to cry, not to cry. She always felt that she was actually strong. She had lived for nearly twenty years without a complete emotional breakdown.

Today may be the first time.

Tang Xuan hoped that she would never owe Yun Chen any more in the future.

Tang Xuan hoped that she would stop harassing him in the future.

The words were so obvious that she could understand them.

"Shuhan, don't be like this," Liu Zijin watched her keep crying, but didn't make a sound at all, worried that she would hold back and get sick, so she hurried over to persuade, "Otherwise Tell Tang Xuan, that you are the little girl in the hospital? Maybe he-"

"It's useless," Qiu Shuhan choked up and shook his head, "He hates me now, no matter how much he says it's useless..."

Liu Zijin was worried and patted her on the shoulder, not knowing how to comfort her.

"Zijin, can you do me a favor?"

"What's busy?"

Liu Zijin was startled, a little strange.

Qiu Shuhan sniffed, trying to suppress the crying sound.

"I lost my mobile phone, please help me book a plane ticket to Haicheng, the sooner the better."