Chapter Eight.

There are few people in the wind and rain. Occasionally, a few people rush home with umbrellas, and seeing her appearance, they can't help but sympathize and come over to ask if she needs an umbrella.

She nodded, continuously staring at his back as he weaved through the crowd, finally disappearing at the entrance, never to be seen again. She took back her glass and continued drinking.

In general, in this kind of situation, the female protagonist in TV dramas seems to be expected to behave with a bit of purity and restraint, taking the male lead to a small noodle shop or roadside stall to win his favor.

He did not say anything, but just nodded towards the direction of the Renminbi and smiled at her.

She blushed as she was being watched, awkwardly pointing at the pizza, indicating for him to have some.

She shook her head, stubbornly tapping the bar counter with her index finger, asking him to bring the drink.

Now, she is somewhat inclined to poison herself to death, so that she won't have to face anything anymore.

Watching the second hand on her phone constantly jumping, her heart suddenly felt a sharp pain.

She stumbled over to him, unable to express the overwhelming grievances and countless pleas that were stuck in her throat. Tears that she had been holding back suddenly burst forth, and scorching drops rolled down her cheeks.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at her seriously. "I only said I wanted you to accompany me, I didn't say I wanted..."

I'm not hungry. He took a tissue and reached out to help her wipe the corners of her mouth, then poured her a glass of lemon tea and placed it in front of her.

The information displayed on the screen is from "Lawyer Qiao", and the content is very brief: "Everything is ready. Tomorrow at 8 o'clock, come to my office."

He cleared his throat, picked up the money next to him, and placed it in front of her. "You have already accompanied me for a long time tonight, and I am also very happy. I have given you the money, you don't need to repay."

However, the Morgan BBQ Pizza at this Pizza Hut in front of me is truly fragrant from miles away...

Stop looking, I know what you want to say. Fifty thousand yuan, one night, payment in full, right? He shook off her hand and looked at her coldly. "I'm sorry, even if you willingly degrade yourself and become a prostitute, don't look for me as a client, I'm not interested..."

She grabbed his arm and shook it desperately. She had no time left. Can you give her one last night of tenderness, so she can savor it slowly in the cold prison?

After hesitating for a long time, she shook her head. ... She didn't want to tell him her name because she was afraid that one day he would see her name in the newspaper or on the internet, afraid that he would think there was unforgivable guilt hidden behind her pitiful appearance, afraid that he would regret knowing her.

Occasionally, she would meet his gaze that he couldn't avoid, and she would smile at him with delight. However, he would coldly look away and press his thin lips into a sharp straight line.

Dark clouds billowed, followed by a flash of white light, and then came the deafening thunder.

She timidly glanced at him, then sneakily looked at the people around her, secretly praying to the gods and Buddha, hoping that he would never mention the embarrassing request for her to undress in public.

A white Land Rover speeding by came to an abrupt stop beside her, splashing her with even more dirty water on the snow.

She stuck out her tongue, withdrew her little hand, and continued to fight with her pizza to the end.

She didn't want to tell him, she didn't eat all day because she was anxious all day, hesitating between "looking for him" and "not looking for him".

Mumu glanced at the time on her phone, 9:15, which means she has less than eleven hours left.

This rejection is undoubtedly a ruthless trampling of a man's dignity.

You like him, but he may not have genuine feelings for you. Men, after playing around, may not even remember your name.

May I know your name? She smiled innocently.

Mumu held the money and followed him out of Pizza Hut. Raindrops fell on her body, soft and gentle.

She is struggling inwardly, and the people around her have already seen clues from the longing in her eyes, dragging her hand into Pizza Hut.

She was surprised, then shook her head, very determined.

This time, instead of handing her paper and pen, he extended his palm in front of her and asked her to write her name in his palm.

She placed the chicken wings in front of him on the plate, but he ignored them.

Why does fate not even give her the warmth of the last night?

Trembling fingers typed two words: "Okay." With a forceful click on the send button, she picked up the glass in front of her and drank it all in one gulp.

She shook her head and held him tighter. If she could speak, she had a lot to say. She wanted to tell him, "I'm scared. Scared of the cold handcuffs, scared of the dark interrogation room in the police station, scared of being imprisoned behind iron bars for a lifetime... I'm only seventeen, I haven't done anything wrong, I don't want to be locked up in a dark and hopeless prison... I'm even more scared that I won't be able to see you in the future. I haven't told you my name yet, haven't gone on a date with you, watched a movie, or gone to an amusement park..." I'm even more scared that I won't be able to see you in the future. I haven't told you my name yet, haven't gone on a date with you, watched a movie, or gone to an amusement park...

The bartender who had been watching coldly on the side finally couldn't bear it anymore and advised her, "Hey, don't drink anymore, you're drunk..."

Where do you live? He asked again, with a handsome face darker than the sky.

However, she didn't understand that refusing to tell a man her name meant that she only wanted to be a passing cloud in his life. He didn't need to know who she was, where she came from, or where she was going. Everything between them was just a spring dream. After waking up from the dream, she didn't want to have any further intersection with him.

He took a deep breath, exhaled, his brows twisted in helplessness, and his hand placed on her back slowly tightened into a fist.

The phone kept trembling on the bar, emitting a deep and heavy buzz. His gaze fell on the phone, while his hand holding hers remained motionless.

After a few seconds of stalemate, he finally surrendered and disarmed, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he let go of her hand. "Have you cleaned the oil off your hands? They're so dirty!"

As Mu Mu dozed off, a gust of spring breeze brushed against his face, melting the winter snow and bringing about the revival of all things.

She smiled foolishly at him, picked up a pen, and wrote, "Thank you, I will definitely repay you when I have money."

She looked out the window and saw tall buildings standing outside, with no shortage of budget hotels. She pointed to the nearest one.

The first time being held by a man's hand, Mu Mu was somewhat shy and joyful, stealing glances at his expression. There was not the slightest hint of awkwardness on his face, as if holding a long-time lover's hand.

Did you still drink so much strong alcohol without having dinner? Is your stomach still okay?

She still shook her head, with the look of a revolutionary who is ready to die.

She wanted him to stay, but couldn't make a sound after opening her mouth for a long time. She hurriedly searched for paper and pen, while the money in her arms was scattered all over the place, leaving her in a state of embarrassment.

The information prompt tone of the mobile phone sounded. Mu Mu sat up straight with reluctance, deliberately turning his body at an angle while holding the phone, and sent a short message in a position beyond his line of sight.

From half a month ago, when she saw him for the first time, she knew she had found him, but she hesitated. She liked him too much, so much that she didn't want to deceive him, provoke him, or use him.

The rain is getting heavier, the wind is getting colder. Mu Mu stands in the wind and rain, her long hair and thin dress quickly getting soaked by the rain. The bean-sized water droplets flow down her body and shatter on the ground.

Where do you want to go after dinner? he asked.

It's just a name, is it really that important?

After a pizza was instantly swept away by the wind, Mu Mu only realized that the handsome guy across from her hadn't eaten anything, as he held a wine glass with his finger and looked at her thoughtfully.

The phone rang three times in a row. It wasn't until Mu Mu let go of his hand that he answered the phone. His voice was dry and hoarse: "Wait for me at the door, I'll go out and find you."

What would you like to eat? He looked at several brightly lit restaurants around him, considering that she couldn't speak, and directly pointed to the storefront of each restaurant and asked her, "This one, that one, or that one?"

Mumu suddenly threw herself into his arms without any warning, burying her little face in the hollow of his neck, and tightly embracing his waist with both hands. She had no fantasies or whims, she just wanted to absorb the warmth from him and make herself no longer afraid.

No, you really can't drink anymore. Be careful of men taking advantage of you.

She picked up his wine glass again, but he snatched it away in mid-air. "Good girls don't drink."

Mumu hurriedly caught up, his pace was very fast, and she almost ran out of breath before catching up and grabbing his arm.

She knew she was wrong, she had found the wrong person. His wild and unrestrained appearance was just a facade, he had his principles and his bottom line.

However, even if she said it, so what? He couldn't help her.

In order to increase persuasiveness, she deliberately covered her stomach and looked at him with a pitiful expression.

At some point, it started drizzling outside, with fine raindrops reflecting the lights like countless threads, adding a touch of coolness to this early spring.

Amber-colored liquid just entered the mouth, slightly sour, followed by a taste of flames, intense as if it's about to ignite.

Good girls don't sell themselves. Therefore, she is not a good girl.

She has no home and no relatives left. Her only uncle sold their house, car, and even her piano for two hundred thousand yuan, saying that he had done everything he could for her and that she should not look for them again in the future.

Her stubborn little hand tightly clenched, while her big watery eyes looked at him pleadingly.

Before, Mumo used to dislike drinking alcohol, especially when people handed her a glass to drink. She always thought that the glass contained poison, and that everyone wanted to kill her.

Are you sure you just haven't eaten dinner?

It's hard to say whether it's lucky or unlucky, but she really couldn't find a better choice and had to turn to him out of helplessness...

Forget it. He couldn't argue with her, so he gave up. "You can take a taxi back by yourself. Take the money and be careful not to get robbed."

... ....

Eat quickly, I will take you home after you finish eating. His tone was very domineering and not to be refused.

By the way, can you tell me what your name is?

His palm is large, strong, and warm, completely enveloping her soft little hand.

She shook her head, her eyes fixed on the direction he left.

The fierce wind whipped the heavy rain onto her body, as if a merciless whip lashing at her face.

This is the coldest dinner Mu Mu has ever had. The pizza, which should have been delicious, tasted dry and bitter in the mouth.

She stared at him blankly, his soaked shirt clinging to his body, outlining his resolute figure. It was only then that she realized how good his physique was.

He slowly raised his hand, gently resting it on her back, soothingly patting her violently trembling back. "Please tell me what happened, okay?"

She is willing to give him her first time, is that not enough?

"Where do you live? I will take you back," he turned his face and asked her

She remembers him saying that it was inconvenient at his home, so they could only go to the hotel

The Morgan pizza was served, its enticing aroma making her stomach churn. Mu Mu immediately cast aside any concerns about her image and picked up a slice to start eating.

She continued to gaze in the direction he had departed, not hoping for his return, but simply unsure of where she could go on such a rainy night

Then, he patted her and said, "Wait for me for a moment, I will be back soon"

She took a sip, and the sour bitterness of the lemon tea flowed from her taste buds into her bloodstream

In fact, her purpose for coming to this bar to play the piano, aside from wanting to earn some money to support herself, is to find a man who is willing to give himself to her and also willing to lend her 50,000 yuan

He retracted his hand, which had been stiff in mid-air, and ceased to speak, causing the atmosphere to suddenly drop to freezing point

Raindrops fell from his hair, landing between his tightly furrowed brows, revealing the depth of his affectionate gaze

He was rendered speechless by her anger

The car door opened, and a man got out of the vehicle

She sought him not for money, to be precise, not solely for money

He left, his steps showing not the slightest hesitation, nor did he look back at her even once, truly regarding her with disdain.

Seeing her staring blankly at her phone, he quietly asked, "What’s wrong?"

She looked up at him many times, hoping he would say something, even if it was to tease her; she would be fine with that. However, he remained silent, sipping his red wine, keeping her at a distance.

Mu Mu felt somewhat confused, does this mean she truly wants to know her, to understand her

In order to alleviate the cold atmosphere, Mu Mu wiped her hands with a tissue and wrote on the paper

Mu Mu felt a suffocating heaviness in her heart. Her small hand reached across the numerous obstacles on the table towards him, quietly tugging at his sleeve. He moved his arm, attempting to pull his sleeve away from her grasp.

Every night as she passes by, she cannot help but swallow... Moreover, after today, she is afraid she will no longer have the chance to taste it.

She shook her head

A woman who sells her body for money, he looks down on her completely

Today, the new homeowner moved in and discarded all her belongings. She only selected her mother's items to store at a neighbor's house, while the rest were given to scavengers.

The world in the rain curtain is like smoke, like mist, with the lights hazy, yet the man standing tall before me is so clear

She smiled as she wrote on the paper: "I like him, I am willing!"

His thin lips were lightly pressed together, and Mu Mu could clearly sense the displeasure emanating from him; he was angry

At around 10 PM, the people on the street hurried their steps, as dark clouds gathered in the sky, signaling an impending storm.

Just as she was about to take the pen to explain, he snatched the pen and paper from her hand and took her hand to settle the bill and leave

Why does she only have eleven hours left, and why does the person she likes have to appear at this moment, allowing her to experience a meeting as beautiful yet fleeting as the Udumbara flower, only to then face a farewell

Mu Mu looked around, the flickering lights appearing both near and far

A bag is placed on the table, and the items inside appear to be square-shaped. Without even looking, one can guess that it contains the fifty thousand yuan in cash that she desires

Without any warning, he reached out and pulled her into his warm embrace, kissing her cold lips

She smiled wryly; she had not intended to tell him her name either

He followed the direction of her finger with his gaze, his eyes deep and inscrutable.

The sudden cold made her shiver involuntarily, her delicate figure trembling under the dim streetlight

Having said that, he left without looking back

Little did she know, he was looking at her coldly. "What do you say?"

He also smiled, opened his mouth as if to speak, but she quickly wrote again: "I am a bit hungry, I haven't eaten yet"