Chapter 16.2 - That’s right, it was deliberate.
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After a while, there was a loud and deafening roar, and the sound of an engine became louder and louder. It flew across the ground before sounding a *squeak* and the tires stilled.
Cen Simiao immediately opened her eyes.
There was a man on the motorcycle, wearing a helmet, dressed in a motorcycle riding suit, blue and white, but mostly white. It was especially dazzling at night.
With one shoe on the ground, he swung the other leg over to get down; wrapped in the tight suit, it appeared straight and slender. After stopping the motorcycle, he just took off and threw down his gloves, the joints of his hands were very distinct
Taking off the helmet, the light from the hotel’s entrance just happened to shine on him, making him seem to have a white glow. His hair was messy and just as a gust of wind blew, it tousled his shiny black hair.
He stretched out his hand to smooth it back. Perhaps his hair was a bit stubborn, as there were still a few strands that were sticking up. He subconsciously frowned and began to lose his patience.
He kicked the steps nearby a few times and cursed, "F★ck it."
Cen Simiao pursed her lips and walked out from the corner while smoking her remaining half of the cigarette. She was dressed very s★x★ly, her heels were eight centimeters in height but she still walked in them very gracefully.
She dangled the cigarette and went over. "Xiongdi[2], can I borrow a fire?"
An Zeru was just a regular person, not at all like his name[3]. With his arrogant attitude, he had been beaten many times by his father growing up. Unlike someone from the An family, he would incisively and vividly display his stubbornness and obstinateness.
Hit him(AZ) if he wanted to, but he(AZ) just won’t change.
While annoyed at that moment as he fussed with the stubborn hair on his head, trying to comb them with his hands, he heard someone speak. Without even bothering to glance at her: "Don’t come over to bother me. Don't you see that laozi[4] is busy right now?"
Cen Simiao walked closer, the sound of her high-heels treading on the ground came across very clearly.
Losing his patience, An Zeru turned his head to the side to take a look and was stunned for a moment. He immediately saw the cigarette she held by her fingertips, already lit. With red rouge on her lips, she gently held the cigarette and took another sip.
He glanced at it. "Aren’t you smoking it right now? What lighter do you need?"
Cen Simiao lowered her eyes and snuffed out the cigarette. She then held the cigarette in front of him - her fingers were long and slender, the fingernails were painted a purple-red, the fairness was a bit alluring.
Her tone was lazy and casual, "Went out."
An Zeru snorted with sarcasm evident in his eyes. He took out the lighter from his pocket and tossed it over, drawing an arc in the air.
Cen Simiao steadily caught it and relit the cigarette.
She raised her eyes and was ready to toss the lighter back. The foolish hair on An Zeru's head had finally been smoothed and his tight frown also loosened. There was even a bit of joy between his brows.
Cen Simiao called him, "Hey."
He turned his head back as the lighter was tossed back towards him. Having caught it with one hand, he placed it back in his trouser pocket. An Zeru’s mood was better now and felt that she wasn’t as much an eyesore anymore, taking the moment to give her a glance over.
Quite pretty.
He whistled, "Why haven’t you gone home yet? What are you doing smoking here?"
Cen Simiao lowered her head, her eyelashes trembled, her curved neck appeared pale and delicate in the light, but what she wore was extremely s★xy and showed a trace of wildness.
She took a puff of the cigarette. "Why aren’t you home? Such a small child still running around this late at night?"
An Zeru immediately raised an eyebrow and tsk’ed. The original interest in his eyes faded. He felt around for the lighter in his pocket, then felt around for a cigarette. Even having searched for a while, he found nothing.
"F★ck." The trousers were too tight, he had only been able to fit in a lighter.
Cen Simiao took out her pack and pulled one out. She took a few steps towards him and stretched out her arm. An Zeru glanced at her, opened his palm, and waited for her to toss it over.
Cen Simiao took a few more steps, stood beside him, and looked at his palm. The color of the skin was ruddy, the palm lines were very clear, and the skin was tender. Really a person who has been living well, without the slightest worries.
Placing the cigarette on his palm, the action was very fast but her fingertips seemed to have inadvertently stroked the palm.
An Zeru felt it was a bit itchy, frowned, and looked down. With his heart still in doubt, he looked back up and saw the arrogance between her eyebrows, as well as the smile on her lips.
Just lacking the part where she outright admitted it, but she obviously did it on purpose.
He ridiculed, "Jiejie, how old are you now? Yet you’re still out here playing a little youngster like me?"
Cen Simiao raised her eyes. "What about you? And what if you’re younger than me? You’re still not good-looking as I am."
An Zeru was so stifled that he became speechless. Putting the cigarette in his mouth, he lit it with the lighter and took a deep breath, then immediately frowned, seeming to be particularly disgusted, "This cigarette of yours, the strength is way too light."
Cen Simiao was startled and became a bit dazed.
She heard him continue: "Not very enjoyable."
She pursed her lips. "Want to have fun? How about going with me to do something?"
An Zeru was still smoking, then abruptly stopped and coughed a few times. His jaws taut and his posture was defensive, "I just f★ck★ng smoked one of your cigarettes and you want me to sell myself?"
Cen Simiao lowered her eyes.
"Accompany me to go catch an adultery in the act." She raised her eyebrows, pursed her lips, and looked towards the hotel’s entrance.
An Zeru’s eyes suddenly widened and became energetic. He took a sharp puff of the cigarette and put his tongue against his teeth. "F★ck, your life is really exciting!"
[2] Various terms translate to ‘brother’. There’s ‘ge’, ‘gege’, and ‘didi’ that tend to be used towards males with some blood relationship, or if two children grew up together. For a certain time period… One might also call one’s male partner “name”-ge to imply closeness. I think in that time period, they also use a different term for a biological brother though. ‘Xiongdi’ in this case is more like the English term ‘bro’, it’s used more in a friend or acquaintance setting, or if one wants to draw a stranger in.
[3] His name is 安泽儒, all of which are characters that imply calmness to some degree.
[4] ‘Laozi’, in this case, was narcissistically used to refer to oneself (in that case, it’s similar to the use of ‘ore-sama’ in Japanese). Though it can also be used to refer to one’s father, like calling one’s father “my old man.”
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