Mistaken identity. Unreciprocated first love. Worst first impression. All the bad ingredients that connected Qing and Dayu's fate together. Both of them thought they chose the other one, for obvious reasons. But only one of them got it right. The ot...
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Present Day
Dayu's POV
I stared at the man, eating in front of me in my kitchen. This is the second day, that this damn man is here and he's very much making himself at home, in my apartment. Against all odds.
"Did you knock your head on something, these three years?" I couldn't resist but ask him that question.
Qing stopped eating, and then he looked at me, "no..Why do you ask?" He knew full well, what I meant with that question.
He's goading me, deliberately. I leaned back against the dining seat and looked at him in the eye.
Who are you? What have you done with the Wang Qing I knew? I wanted to ask but I already knew how he would answer. And I wouldn't like the answer, hence I'm saving myself that awkward situation. By keeping mum.
I cried helplessly in his arms, again, last night; which I really felt mad at myself, because I seemed to so weak when it comes to this man. Emotionally weak. I never cried in the two years when I was his contract lover; but three years later, in a little more than a day that he found me, I already cried a number of times. Embarrassing.
Qing surprised me though; instead of taking advantage of my weakened state; he calmed me down like a normal person. He urged me to go and take a bath, while he prepared for dinner.
When I walked out, he had already prepared dinner and put his things in my living room. I didn't ask anything; it was Qing who talked all the time; telling me that he could only prepare spaghetti because I didn't have enough cooking ingredients in my kitchen. He also went on to talk about what transpired during the day, his meeting with the guys and his experience working in the café. I could only listen, and nodded a little here and there. I guess I was still too tired to evaluate everything that he's telling me. I listened to them but I didn't analyse anything. I let everything slide by.
After dinner, he bid me a polite good night and told me to go to bed, "you're dead tired..I could see that...And it's my fault..." he said, as he ushered me to go to my bedroom, "so..Please..Sleep...I will clean up and sleep here..." Qing motioned to the couch in the living room.
And for the first time, since I felt the drainage of emotion and physical strength, earlier, I spoke, "you, want to sleep here?" I looked at the couch, and though it's quiet a comfortable couch, I could never imagine Qing sleep there. He barely fit on the couch, with his 193 cm tall. And he is Wang Qing; he only slept in a costume made bed worth ten thousand dollars.
"Yes..Don't worry.." He gave me a cheeky smile, "in your condition, even if you invite me into your bed, I must decline. You're not in your right mind, Dayu ah..Let's do the naughty stuff once you're ready; okay..?"
How I regretted asking him that question earlier, when I heard that smug reply. And red faced, I snapped at him, "then, you can wait until forever." And I turned my heels towards my bedroom. Without looking back at him, I closed the door behind me and locked it.
