Paper Lover At Old Town Bookstore Chapter 39

Straight man?

The moment the car door closed, the car fell into a suffocating silence.

Song Zhili did not start the car immediately. His fingertips unconsciously rubbed the steering wheel, and his eyes fell on the traffic ahead, but there was no focus.The car was filled with his usual cold scent of cedar, but it seemed particularly depressing at the moment, which made me straighten my back subconsciously and put a little distance away from him.

After a long time, the engine finally started and the car merged smoothly into the evening rush hour traffic.Along the way, there was only the slight sound of tires rubbing against the ground, and the occasional sound of wind coming in through the cracks in the car windows.

He was driving the car intently, his profile was cold and emotionless, but I could feel that his eyes would glance at me vaguely from time to time, with a hint of indescribable temptation.

Just when I thought the silence would last to the end, he suddenly spoke, his voice low and steady, as businesslike as if he was talking about work, but with a hint of caution hidden in it: “Are you tired from work today?”

I turned my head and looked out the window. The neon lights of the city flew past the car window, making my eyes blurry: “Fortunately, it’s all my own business.” My tone was as calm as if I was responding to an ordinary colleague, and I deliberately distanced myself.

He didn’t ask any more questions, and the car fell into silence again, but the oppressive atmosphere seemed to be lighter.The car drove smoothly and finally stopped under the apartment building.

I unbuckled my seat belt and was about to push the door open when my wrist was suddenly grabbed by him.

His strength wasn’t too heavy, but there was a persistence that could not be broken away. The warmth from his palm came through the fabric, making me subconsciously want to withdraw my hand.

When he turned to look at him, he had turned sideways, and the coldness in his eyes had long since faded away, replaced by complex emotions, including nervousness, hesitation, and a hint of hidden pleading: “Qiu Sheng, let’s talk.”

I looked at the wrist held by him, and then at the emotions surging in his eyes, and felt mixed emotions in my heart.After running away for a whole day, I couldn’t escape after all.But when I thought about the coercion and humiliation that night, and the secret that lay between us, I instinctively resisted this conversation.

“Mr. Song,” I tried to pull my hand away, and my tone became colder, “I don’t think there is anything to talk about between us.”

But he tightened his grip, a trace of hurt flashed in his eyes, and his voice was low and hoarse: “Just…just give me a chance to explain, okay?” His grip tightened on my wrist, and the temperature in his palm made me panic.

The words “There’s nothing to talk about” almost came out of my mouth, with a breakdown that I didn’t realize I had.

The word “straight man” is like a thorn in my heart.

When I looked at the pleading in Song Zhili’s eyes, I just felt ridiculous and angry – I obviously like women, and I’ve never wanted to have anything to do with men, so why did I end up in this situation?Being forcibly possessed by him, he became the one below?This is a big joke!

“Song Zhili, let me go!” I jerked my wrist away with such force that he staggered.His voice was trembling with excitement, and his eyes were red uncontrollably, “What do you want? I’m a straight man! I’m not curvy! Do you want to force me to be curvy?”

The grievances, anger, and humiliation that had been suppressed these days all exploded at this moment.

I pointed at him, my chest heaving violently: “I can’t accept it! I can’t accept doing this kind of thing with you, let alone becoming like this! Do you think you can keep me by your side like this? Impossible! I will never admit it!”

His face instantly turned pale, and his fingers gripped the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles turned white. The pleading in his eyes gradually shattered, replaced by pain and despair.

“Straight man…” He repeated these two words in a low voice, his voice hoarse, as if he was mocking himself, “So, all your tolerance of me, and even the occasional looseness, are just because I forced you? You have never been tempted at all?”

“Tempted?” I sneered, but tears fell down, “I just feel disgusted! I feel ashamed! Song Zhili, wake up! It’s impossible for us! I’m a straight man, and I will never fall in love with you!”

After saying that, I didn’t want to look at him anymore, opened the car door and ran towards the apartment building.His steps were hurried, but his burning eyes could be felt on his back, with a world-destroying despair, piercing his body like a needle.

The moment I rushed into the elevator and pressed the door close button, I slid down the cold car and sat on the ground, hugging my knees and crying loudly.

Why me?Why do we encounter such paranoid people after traveling through the book?I’m a straight man, why was I dragged into this ridiculous relationship?Do you really have to be bent to survive in this world?

The elevator door slowly closed, cutting off the outside world and his eyes, but the pain and struggle in his heart did not ease at all.