The drunk man couldn't exert any strength on his own, and instead felt heavier than usual. Ke'er leaned leaning against Leng Jianan's body like a heavy stone, so he had no choice but to hold her and sit on a bench nearby.
Ke'er lowered her head on his shoulder, her eyes half-lidded and half-opened. Everything was blurry in her eyes. She just felt why the scent in her nose was so familiar.
"Leng Jianan?" she blurted out
Leng Jianan ignored her and just let her lean on his shoulder. He took out the cigarette, lit the match with his hand, and smoked leisurely. The faint aroma of the match floated in the air.
In fact, he almost didn't smoke, he just watched the cigarette wisps being twisted and twisted by the night wind, making his face look darker and darker.
"Leng Jianan..." Ke'er murmured again
Leng Jianan just took a puff of cigarette
"You pretend not to know me. You are a bastard. A complete bastard. You always torture me and hurt me..." As he spoke, the curse turned into crying.
Leng Jianan still didn't speak, but with a shake of his hand, the cigarette butt broke off.
But Ke'er got excited, started dancing, and hit Leng Jianan's chest with his small fist. Although it wasn't heavy, he couldn't take another good puff of cigarette.
As soon as it touched his mouth, Ke'er punched it down, and the cigarette butt almost burned the tip of Leng Jianan's nose.
Leng Jianan sighed helplessly and had no choice but to throw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground and crush it.
But Ke'er started to sob and cry: "You think I want to abort the baby? It's you who said that I am not qualified to give you a baby... What can I do, I can't do anything
I also want to give birth to him, he will be as handsome and outstanding as you, but I can’t help it. I dream about the baby every night, and I cry every night...
When I saw your text message, the baby was gone, gone..."
The corners of Leng Jianan's mouth twitched, but he just listened quietly.
"Leng Jianan, please stop torturing me, can you? I have already hidden you in City B. What else do you want? What else do you want..."
Tears soaked Leng Jianan's shirt, which was wet against the skin of his shoulders, and the coolness penetrated into his bone marrow.
The fingers on her legs moved slightly, and she suddenly turned around and held Ke'er's face, looking deeply into her eyes, which looked at him with watery eyes, very confused and empty.