Bite your tongue

  Shirt, dress, even those two pieces of plump silicone that replace bras.

  It wasn't until I walked into the bathroom that I felt something was off.

  Standing under the lotus flower head, I am full of thoughts about Yu Tian.

  It seems that just a few seconds are enough to summarize the ups and downs between us, but following the ripples, those regrets and happiness stop abruptly at some point, scalding hot and splashing on me.

  Then that face I once adored suddenly became detestable. Betrayed by the crimson carved words of deception.

  I looked up at the ceiling, with dry eyes and a stiff expression, wrapped in a bath towel.

  Without any reserve, I threw myself onto the soft big bed, pulled over the quilt to hide inside and ripped off the damp bath towel, throwing it onto the carpet in one breath.

  But I rubbed my eyes and confirmed it again and again, where are my clothes?

  On the carpet, apart from the white bath towel that I had just thrown down, there were only two pairs of slippers.

  As expected, when I turned around nervously, I found that there was still someone lying beside me. To be precise, it was a young man. More specifically, it was Yu Tian.

  I'm not sure if I'm barely holding on or have already passed away.

  If it weren't for the clothes covering my body, I guarantee that I would have kicked Yu Tian out with one foot. But in reality, Yu Tian was unknowingly getting closer to me, with a luxurious tone from Chanel coming from his mouth.

  "Stinky vagrant! How did you get in? Where are my clothes?"

  Churchill once said that speed is the first of the four essentials in the art of oratory. However, it turns out that speaking too quickly only completely exposes my nervousness.

  Yu Tian continued to listen to my accusations with a nonchalant attitude, and at the same time glanced at the silicone on the bedside table behind me.

  "I had the others taken away by room service for dry cleaning, as for these two..."

  "You!"

  I grabbed those two things and suddenly felt extremely hot, so I threw them on the ground. They actually bounced twice.

  Yu Tian remained calm, "Your room card was taken out of your shirt pocket."

  I looked at the room card inserted on the wall and then at my own bag. A few hours ago, I had solemnly promised Junko that nothing would go wrong.

  But what a coincidence, I picked up Lin Jing's room card by mistake. And what a coincidence again, Yu Tian and Lin Jing are in the same room.

  We lay side by side on a 1.2-meter single bed, with different dreams and estranged hearts.

  I kept glancing at Yu Tian's white shirt, eager to try it on. If he would just be a bit more generous and lend it to me, I could easily return to my own room and change into my own clothes.

  At least he could choose to lie down on the bed next door.

  But neither of them chose, they just lit a cigarette and remained silent, continuing to confront me here, letting the smoke circles draw one by one awkward and desolate trajectory in the air.

  Soon, Yu Tian found out I was staring at him, he extinguished his cigarette, "Si Xi, are you implying something?"

  He drew closer again, even putting his arm on either side of my shoulders, the thick smell of alcohol accompanied by a wave of heat rampaging around my nose.

  When did Yu Tian become so shameless? Or, he has always been a hypocrite.

  But his eyes were still the same as four years ago, so deceiving, looking sincere and focused, yet a young demon with black poison in his heart. I couldn't resist the temptation to stare at him, we seemed to be waiting for each other to say something, but eventually fell into a tacit silence.

  Yu Tian turned over and lay back in his own position. After a while, he said in a very soft voice, "I saw your boyfriend's photo on Google."

  "Really? Hehe." I was still thinking about how to get Yu Tian to help me retrieve my clothes.

  "I didn't think your taste would become so bad."

  "Too kind, I've always had an eye for..."

  The last word was never spoken, this bastard is still so petty and vengeful, even the means of revenge are becoming more and more despicable.

  I had ample time to curse him in thought, until he bit my tongue.