CHAPTER 638: CHAPTER 131 BUT LU JINGCHEN, I DON’T WANT TO LIKE YOU ANYMORE

The man’s expression froze, his gaze dark and unfocused as he stared at the girl in front of him, his voice carrying a slight hoarseness as he frowned slightly, "Qiaoqiao, what you think about her and me isn’t the case."

Song Qiao released her hand from her waist, raised it to rake through her somewhat disheveled hair, the smile on her face undiminished, her eyes brimming with mockery. Her voice was even hoarser than the man’s due to not having drunk water since waking up. Instead of answering, she countered, "Why don’t you ask me how I got hurt?"

Lu Jingchen’s hand paused by the bed, ready to grasp Song Qiao’s hand, and then quickly made a move to firmly grasp her hand. Ignoring her struggle, he brought it to his lips and kissed it, "Hmm, how did you get hurt? Is it because of me?"

"Exactly!" Knowing she wasn’t as strong as the man, and thus not struggling while her hand was held, even though she felt a bit uncomfortable and wanted to pull away as the man kissed her hand, she let him, her smile tinged with a chill, staring steadfastly at the man in front of her, she spoke deliberately, "Mr. Lu, didn’t you actually see that it was me when you dragged and tossed me aside?"

Lu Jingchen stiffened, suddenly looking up at Song Qiao in front of him, his eyes flashing with disbelief, clearly not expecting that it was him who had cast Song Qiao aside. Seeing her smiling face as bright as the stars, his lips moved but in the end, said nothing as his handsome face darkened like still water.

Song Qiao, as if seeing none of his now unpleasant expression, sneered softly with some self-mockery, "That’s right, with Miss Ning there, how could Mr. Lu possibly see anyone else? It’s only natural for you not to see me."

"Qiaoqiao," hearing what Song Qiao said, coupled with that distant form of address, Lu Jingchen’s grip on her small hand tightened, but noticing her momentary wince of pain, he immediately let go, his throat feeling unbearably clogged, it took him a while before he finally said, "Qiaoqiao, it’s my fault."

Song Qiao withdrew her hand without much force, watching the man’s face darken for a moment, she chuckled softly, her voice still gentle, "See, you don’t actually want to be here with me, do you? I often say things inadvertently that make you unhappy, there is no reason for you to take it out on me here. You didn’t even see me when you threw me aside, it’s not just your fault, it’s mine too. Why should I bother to help another woman when I’ve hurt my own waist? Go ahead, I don’t need anyone to take care of me here, and I wouldn’t dare to trouble you to care for me..."

"Song Qiao!" Lu Jingchen grabbed her hand back, his tone now carrying a hint of anger, obviously disliking what she was saying now.

Song Qiao looked up at him, her lips curving into a smile, her tone still soft but laced with an unconscious sense of resistance, she teased, "What’s the matter? You get angry so easily?"

Since when did she stop fearing this man? Even though she knew he was not someone to be trifled with, she would provoke his anger.

Her heart felt icy cold, probably because it had been deprived of warmth long ago, thus when it was so easily obtained, she began to have a fear of losing it.

Always afraid of loss, it made her nerves even more sensitive, desperately guarding the gate leading to her heart, blocking everyone out.

Ning Wan once said that her temperament was too sensitive, easily giving herself to those who were kind to her, and therefore more susceptible to hurt later on.

When did it begin, the moment she thought that Lu Jingchen might actually love her, as sometimes he was so kind and gentle to her.

But after this incident, she realized it was all wishful thinking.

As far as she and Lu Jingchen were concerned, they were probably people from different worlds, each needing something from the other for now.

Once the time came, they would probably have no future.

His grip on her hand involuntarily became firmer, his other hand lifting her chin to look directly into her eyes. When he saw the mocking smile in her eyes, his heart skipped a beat, and he bent down to kiss the corner of her mouth, his voice softening a bit with a trace of helplessness, "Qiaoqiao, I know it was my fault about that matter, at that time..."