Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

Ji Weiheng had more people to greet than Wen Qiuli. After she had rested for about ten minutes, he came over and prepared to sit down next to her.

Wen Qiuli suddenly stood up. She looked at the suspicious expression of the person sitting there, and naturally revealed a somewhat embarrassed look on her face:

"I'm going to the bathroom."

"Okay, I'll wait for you here."

Ji Weiheng's tense nerves suddenly relaxed.

Wen Qiuli went to the bathroom but did not go inside. He just stared at himself in the mirror on the wall next to the sink.

She looked calm, but if you looked more closely, you would notice that the corners of the woman's mouth were slightly drooping, and even her brows were tinged with a hint of irritation that was difficult to express.

After several seconds, she seemed to come back to her senses. When she saw her left arm that Ji Weiheng had been holding for half a day today, she suddenly felt an unbearable feeling of nausea in her chest.

Wen Qiuli pursed her lips into a straight line, reached out to take off the glove on her left arm, turned on the faucet, and rinsed her arm.

The water occasionally splashed, wetting a small, inconspicuous corner of her clothes, but the slightly cool feeling did not cause any other reaction in her.

She was like a fixed, programmed machine, repeating the process of washing and disinfecting her arms.

During this time, people came and went in the bathroom, and some sisters who were on good terms with each other even went in and out together arm in arm.

When I see someone staying at the sink, I will look at them a few more times.

Half an hour passed.

Ji Weiheng was sitting on the sofa waiting, but he didn't see Wen Qiuli coming back for a long time. For some reason, he had a bad feeling in his heart.

He stood up and headed in the direction where Wen Qiuli had left.

About five or six meters away from the restroom, he bumped head-on into two young women who were arm in arm.

When they passed by Ji Weiheng, the sound of their discussion was unusually clear.

Woman in pink: "Yingying, did you see that person washing his hands just now? He looked so strange."

Yingying: "Really? I think it's okay. Maybe there's something dirty on her hands, so she washed them a few more times."

Woman in pink: "No, I was washing my hands next to her. I saw that there was nothing on her arms and she was still washing."

At this point, the pink-dressed woman tutted her tongue twice, seeming to be very confused:

"Her entire left arm was rubbed red. It looked painful. I really don't know why."

Yingying seemed to have seen a lot of things, and she was quite calm and composed:

"Maybe he has a serious mysophobia and touched something he can't accept. There are people like this."

"Oh, why think so much? It has nothing to do with us. Let's go, let's think about where to go tonight."

The sound of their conversation became closer as the distance between them increased. Ji Weiheng, who was rushing to the bathroom, stopped.

He turned around and looked at the backs of the two people, and several images flashed through his mind.

It was obvious that they were strangers who had no connection with him and Wen Qiuli.

For some reason, just because of these few short words, Ji Weiheng inexplicably thought of Wen Qiuli who had not returned yet.

"They were just talking casually, how could it possibly be related to...?"

Ji Weiheng didn't know that when he said this, his hands hanging at both sides secretly clenched inwards and then quickly released them.

He slowed down his pace and stood at the bathroom door, his mind full of mixed thoughts.

Now forty minutes have passed since Wen Qiu left the bathroom.

Ji Weiheng stood at the door for a while before he saw someone finally coming out.

Wen Qiuli was also a little surprised when he saw Ji Weiheng waiting outside:

"Why are you here?"

"I saw you haven't come back for a long time, so I came to look for you."

Ji Weiheng's gaze involuntarily turned to her hands.

That place was still covered by the long gloves, and the skin underneath could not be seen.

At a quick glance, I couldn't see anything different from before, and I couldn't see the red skin that the woman in pink mentioned.

Just as he was relieved, he saw that the top of Wen Qiuli's left arm was wet.

Ji Weiheng's heart sank, and without caring about anything else he reached out to pull the glove off her left arm.

His action was too sudden and Wen Qiuli was not prepared at all, and the glove on his left arm was easily slipped down to his wrist.

The hidden red marks appeared before his eyes, extremely clear, one by one, they were traces left by the owner who used too much force.

Ji Weiheng's mind suddenly echoed with the words of the two young women.

"Dirty stuff"

“Severe mysophobia”

“Can’t accept it”

This morning, I only held Wen Qiuli's arm when I entered the house and greeted elders and friends.

So, is the dirty thing that Wen Qiuli can't accept the one they are talking about himself?

Even with the gloves on, she still feels dirty?

I clearly explained it myself, he is not dirty, why?

After being together for so long, is it possible that she still doesn't have the slightest trust in me?

Countless questions tortured Ji Weiheng's nerves.

Seeing that the matter was exposed, Wen Qiuli remained silent, without any intention of explaining.

Ji Weiheng felt extremely sad.

It turned out that she still thought she was dirty.

The grievance and anger of not being trusted made Ji Weiheng unable to control his emotions.

There seemed to be a flash of fire in his eyes, and he bit the flesh on the inside of his mouth hard until he tasted blood. Then he could barely keep calm and ask.

"Wen Qiuli, I'm really not dirty. I've explained this countless times. What do you want me to do to believe that what I say is true? Do you want me to cut open my heart and show it to you?"

Wen Qiuli just lowered his head and remained silent, indifferent.

Reason was burned to ashes.

Ji Weiheng grabbed her hands directly, and swiftly took off the gloves that were isolating her hands from contact, threw them on the ground, and walked into the elevator holding her wrists.

"Ji Weiheng, what are you doing?"

Wen Qiuli's wrist was held tightly, and she couldn't pull away. Ji Weiheng didn't respond to her questions.

She had no choice but to follow the footsteps and move forward to relieve the pain in her wrist.

The elevator reached the top floor. Ji Weiheng did not stop but went out and used his fingerprint to open the door of the room on the top floor.

Being pushed into a room alone with him, especially when he was in an extremely irrational mood, Wen Qiuli was terrified no matter how he thought about it.

Before the door closed, she turned around quickly and struggled to run out.

"Ji Weiheng, let me go."

Ji Weiheng's hand was like a pair of hot iron tongs, so hard that no one could escape.

In fact, he noticed that she wanted to leave, so he restrained her wrist with more force and pulled her back from the door.

Bang.

The door was slammed shut with great emotion.

Wen Qiuli was startled by the loud noise beside his ears. He turned around and was frightened by the red color in Ji Weiheng's eyes.

"discipline……"

She wanted to say something, but before she could utter a word, her lips were blocked.