four year itch

After the signing was over, Xu Ruibai went to the backstage with a cold face. Ye Jia also hurried through the crowd and followed his figure to the backstage. When he arrived backstage, Xu Ruibai was smiling and talking to the staff .

Ye Jia stood at the door and waited for him at a distance, Xu Ruibai glanced at him from the corner of his eye, said goodbye to the staff in front of him, and walked towards him.Ye Jia was overjoyed, and silently organized words in her heart, hoping that Xu Ruibai could listen to his explanation, and then give him the New Year gift that she had prepared for a long time.

Xu Ruibai got closer and closer, so close that Ye Jia could already smell the familiar scent on the other person, he opened his mouth, but Xu Ruibai rubbed his shoulder and continued walking forward.

Didn't even look at him.

Ye Jia froze in place.

"Ruibai." Ye Jia quickly turned around and grabbed Xu Ruibai's arm.

Xu Ruibai turned his face and glanced coldly at Ye Jia's hand holding him, without saying a word.

Ye Jia explained: "I really don't know what happened today, and I don't know why Chen Lang behaved like this suddenly."

Xu Ruibai's eyes shifted from the hand he was holding to Ye Jia's face: "You don't know?"

"for me……"

Impatientness has already jumped on his brows, but he still has a smile: "Let me think about what you want to say. I didn't know he would like me. I just get along with him normally. He misunderstood me. I have to, it may be pheromones, it's just the nature of Alpha and Omega."

"I……"

Ye Jia was speechless, not because Xu Ruibai had finished his words, but because he suddenly realized that no matter how much he explained, it would be futile. Once the seeds of doubt were planted, they could never be completely eradicated. Take root and sprout, and spread in pieces.

Xu Ruibai has already made up his mind that he will not believe in himself.

"Why aren't you talking? I'm giving you a chance to explain." Xu Ruibai urged.

Ye Jia suddenly felt a burst of boredom, he was tired of such useless explanations over and over again, and such a self-righteous Xu Ruibai.

Xu Ruibai, who thought he had guessed the other party's thoughts, showed a smile on his face. He straightened his cuffs, and said in a cold tone, "Explain. Playing hard to get, half-pushing, and pretending to be pitiful are all your forte?"

It should be a proud tone, but it seems to have a hint of sadness that is not easy to detect.

Seeing that Ye Jia didn't answer, Xu Ruibai suddenly lowered his head, leaned into his ear and whispered, "You really enjoyed it."

They were very close, their cheeks almost touching each other, from this angle he could clearly see the veins on Xu Ruibai's forehead.

He must be very angry, Ye Jia thought, but why?

Isn't he the one who doesn't believe in himself?

Isn't he the one who speaks bad words?

"Does it feel good to play with Alpha in the applause?" Xu Ruibai's eyes were burning, as if he wanted to stare a hole in him, "I'm your prey too, right?"

A surge of anger suddenly surged in Ye Jia's heart, as if it had been pent up for a long time: "What about me? I'm just one of your dispensable things, isn't it?"

Xu Ruibai didn't expect Ye Jia's outburst, he was stunned for a moment, and then laughed again.

He raised his hand, brushed his cool fingers lightly on the back of his neck, and said in a regretful tone, "The imprint is gone."

The mark Xu Ruibai left on his neck when he was at his house.

Obviously, less than half a month has passed, and the pain when leaving the mark is so hard to remember, but as long as there is no determination to make a mark, no matter how deep the mark is, it will still heal little by little with time, scab, and then fade away. clean and dry.

As he said that, before Ye Jia could react, Xu Ruibai had already withdrawn his hand.

Ye Jia grabbed Xu Ruibai's arm in a panic, and said weakly, "Ruibai..."

"He can't satisfy you, that's why you are so courteous to me, isn't it?" Xu Ruibai's eyes were teasing, as if he wanted to use this method to cover up his gaffe just now.

Xu Ruibai still left, Ye Jia stood where he was, watching his tall and straight back disappear around the corner, he felt that all the strength in his body was drained in an instant.

Something was passing away bit by bit, Ye Jia could feel it, but he couldn't tell what it was.

"Xiaojia!" An anxious voice pierced through the empty corridor and came from the other end.

Ye Jia turned his face mechanically, and saw Chen Lang running towards him, his face was still a little red, probably because he ran too anxiously.He waved his hands and explained to himself: "Xiao Jia, I'm sorry. I was too impulsive today."

Ye Jia thought he would be very angry, but he was unexpectedly calm.

"Xiaojia, I really like you. What I just said is true. My actions may be wrong, but I..."

Ye Jia had no intention of accepting this so-called true confession at this time, he just wanted to quickly escape from this tiresome relationship: "Chen Lang, I think I should always be polite to you. I don't know when I will give It gives you the illusion that you can go further. I am very grateful for your liking, but I, can't stand it."

"Xiaojia..." Chen Lang seemed to be really injured this time, but he still wanted to struggle.

"I'm just doing my job well. I hope you understand that when I say this, I'm not playing any sexual drama with you. I'm just stating a fact."

Chen Lang also saw Ye Jia's determination, and begged softly: "Xiao Jia, can we still be friends?"

"I don't think so. I'm not very good at getting along with friends. I can't act as if nothing happened." Ye Jia was a little sad. He didn't have many friends. Although Chen Lang was overly enthusiastic and often reckless and out of control, but After all, he is just a young man who is not very sensible, most of the time he doesn't hate being with him, he even likes the vigor of Chen Lang, as if it can warm his decay.

"I treat you as a child, so we will stop here, but Chen Lang, you are already 20 years old, you should be responsible for your own impulse."

Ye Jia sighed softly, and before his determination was exhausted, he turned around and entered the room neatly. He still had a lot of finishing work to do, and he had to rush to the next city soon. He hasn't figured out how to explain to the editor-in-chief, he doesn't have time to worry about his own affairs.

But he's obviously already working hard, why is he always making a mess?