Editor: Henyee Translations
Her voice carried a nasal tone, and it was slightly muffled. But it was just this one sentence that nailed him to that fatal board.
She crossed her arms and looked at Tang Si, as if what had just happened didn’t exist: "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you."
He could suppress her arrogance, but he had no right to do so in this way, even if he claid it was for her own good.
At first, he was the one who spoke to her, and he kept following her lead, which was why she felt free to speak recklessly. Little did he realize that while he indulged her, he also grew concerned.
Tang Si saw the faint resentnt in her eyes, knowing that although she acted unaffected, she harbored so resentnt for his previous behavior.
He also knew his way of testing her limits was extre.
Back on the highway, the words he spoke to her, he indeed said them, and indeed deliberately provoked her, just to test if this woman was truly arrogant.
Also to blunt her sharpness.
After all, at that ti, she was a suspect, and there was nothing wrong with him using any ans to test her.
But this matter, it was indeed his own overreaction, his own over-sensitivity.
Perhaps because so things were deeply rooted, he couldn’t bear to see a woman like that.
Tang Si took a deep breath, pursed his lips.
"Eat the wontons while they’re hot, don’t let them get cold."
After he spoke, he walked out.
Song Yi heard the softness in his tone, smiled mischievously, and looked wantonly at his back: "Hey? Did you interrupt because you couldn’t take it or because you couldn’t take it?"
She seed completely unfazed.
Tang Si heard her but did not stop walking, heading straight out.
Watching him leave.
Only then did she lower her eyes, biting her lips, genuinely feeling quite unhappy at heart.
...
"Captain Tang? Why are you coming out? Not going to have a longer chat with Miss Song?"
As Tang Si passed by the office, Zhou Liang teasingly asked.
Tang Si didn’t speak, walked out with a serious face, Zhou Liang puzzled: "What’s going on here?"
Ningxia Chuan: "Will it kill you to say a few less words?"
With that, he glanced at the interrogation room where the woman sat eating wontons, looking as if nothing had happened.
In the flower garden of the criminal police squad, even with the streetlights illuminating the night, it still seed sowhat dim.
Under a streetlamp there, the man held a cigarette, the scarlet glow flickering in the night, leaning against the streetlamp, smoking one after another.
Before long, there were many cigarette butts at his feet.
Under the streetlight, that slender figure slowly descended until he finally sat on the ground, leaning against the streetlamp.
With a cigarette in hand, he tightly hugged his head, an anxious emotion dark and oppressive sweeping over his body.
His heart was dark and numb, sothing continuously clamoring inside. He gritted his teeth fiercely, the cigarette end was tightly clenched in his palm, the pain going unnoticed.
His palm got burnt, and he bit fiercely at the burn, the pain bringing a wave of pleasure.
The dim light faintly illuminated his dark, boundless eyes, dull and lifeless.
He bit his own hand till it bled, the blood flowing down his palm, his crimson lips stained with blood, the tallic taste spreading in his mouth.
Enchanting and strange, violence hidden deep within, almost unbearable, the night seeped into the sky, darkness seeped into him.
"Not taking your ds?" Suddenly, a cool voice sounded by his ear.
He slowly raised his head and saw Ningxia Chuan standing in front of him, looking down at him.
Tang Si trembled slightly all over, clenching his hand tightly, his low voice also trembling lightly: "The craving for drugs probably feels worse than the craving for cigarettes."
He spoke, with rare rationality.
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