Chapter 132 - You Are a Coward!!!
Until midnight, Zuo Bo grappled with an immense workload, eventually lighting a cigarette and leisurely inhaling. Then, he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, as if troubled by a looming thought, possibly concerning Loong Qi.
Was the impending eruption finally upon us? Your demeanor towards me has progressively worsened over the past five years, indicating your relief regarding the matter of Loong Qi.
Zuo Bo exhaled smoke with evident despondency. He gazed at the ceiling for a moment before extinguishing the cigarette and departing from the office.
He proceeded towards his quarters but halted before his own door. His hand hesitated in mid-air momentarily before he chuckled, amused by his own hesitation.
Aware that Loong Shen wouldn't be able to rest in his room, he bypassed his door and headed towards the guest room.
Contemplating the effort to locate Loong Shen's room, Zuo Bo didn't anticipate Zuo Yi's astuteness in labeling the guest room with a ‘You Ye' sign, as if anticipating Loong Shen's visit.
Zuo Bo sighed helplessly. Just as he reached for the door handle, he paused, then released his grip, leaning against the wall to light another cigarette.
Perhaps he should delay his entry until later! If Loong Shen wasn't asleep, he would likely fret over Zuo Bo's absence.
Thus, Zuo Bo lingered outside the door, chain-smoking one cigarette after another. Suddenly, he glanced at his injured hand and chuckled. “I wonder how to impede the wound's healing.”
With that thought, he shook his hand, and soon after, blood began seeping through the gauze, previously pristine.
“This might decelerate the healing process,” he mused as he sank to the ground, inspecting his injured hand. A feeling of sickness overwhelmed him, prompting him to furrow his brow once more.
If this goes on, I might really become a criminal!
Zuo Bo shielded his face with his hands, wearing an uneasy expression as he straightened himself. Peering through his fingers at the firmly shut door, he felt a weight in his chest.
It seemed evident that he wasn't suited for getting too close to Loong Shen. Particularly on this quiet night, who knew what frightening actions he might undertake.
Zuo Bo ridiculed himself, puzzled by his sudden decision to depart. Watching his receding figure, a twinge of loneliness crept over him.
Inside the chamber, Loong Shen, also braced against the wall, listened to the fading footsteps. The despondency in his gaze deepened.
Abruptly, he pounded his fist against the door, venting his anger, “Zuo Bo is a coward.” Once the expletive left his lips, tears welled up.
“Damn it!” Another forceful strike against the door, then he cradled his head in agony, tears flowing freely.
After weeping for a time, still leaning against the wall, Loong Shen's eyes turned icy. He adopted a cold veneer of indifference, reminding himself, “Zuo Bo desires only your body. Once he attains it, you, Loong Shen, will meet the fate of Loong Qi, or perhaps an even worse one. So, Loong Shen, besides this physical vessel, there's nothing else to captivate Zuo Bo's attention.” Even in death, it must be safeguarded. Succumbing to sentimentality only leads to the abyss.
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