"No, it’s not like that!" Jazzy rushed forward recklessly, hugged Wanda tightly and whispered in her ear, "Our love is a two-way run, not a one-way compromise like you said. My feelings for you are real."
He began kissing her desperately.
It was like countless times before—whenever Wanda got angry, as long as Jazzy lowered his pride a little and gave a sweet kiss… Then they would ignite like dry firewood at a single spark.
She couldn’t count how many times the same scene had played out. She only knew the whole villa—upstairs and downstairs, balcony, bedroom, study, living room, bathroom—all had witnessed their passion ignite.
But this time, he was pushed away by Wanda.
At this moment, Jazzy was really scared. He had never had such a strong feeling, afraid of losing Wanda.
Wanda wrapped herself in a bath towel and left the bathroom. Without a word and without giving Jazzy any chance, she went straight to the bedroom and locked the door.
When Jazzy reached the bedroom and found that the door once open only for him was locked, he truly panicked. This was the first time Jazzy felt cowardly in this breakup.
"Wanda, open the door, why do you want to lock the door? Before, no matter how angry you were with me, you never locked the door."
"Wanda, open the door, let me in, I’m willing to explain to you..."
Listening to the constant knocking outside the door.
Wanda thought her heart would not waver, but at this moment, she suddenly felt so sour and bitter. She leaned weakly against the door and every knock seemed to hit her heart.
Until late at night.
Jazzy cried and pleaded, never giving up, "Wanda, what do you want me to do to make you forgive me? As long as you say it, I’ll do it!"
In this relationship, Jazzy had never compromised so much, never begged for forgiveness so humbly. In the past 998 breakups, it was Wanda who stood outside the door.
Many times, even if the breakup was because of Jazzy’s fault, as long as Jazzy apologized a little, Wanda would soften, choose to forgive, couldn’t wait to open the door and throw herself into Jazzy’s arms.
But now, the two had swapped positions.
Still, Wanda was unwilling to open the door.
Until the next morning.
There was no sound outside. Wanda thought Jazzy had left.
But when she came downstairs, she saw Jazzy, who had never cooked, making breakfast in the kitchen in a panicked yet funny way.