38 “Sometimes, Anger is Not Anger, but Possessiveness.”

"Commander Zuo, this painting is a famous artist from the Renaissance..."

The woman beside him seemed to be focused on helping him explain every famous painting or sculpture in the art gallery. On the side of her fair face, her hair hung down and was tied up with a hair band, revealing her delicate and small ears.

Zuo Qishen listened and watched casually, but his mind was full of the interaction between her and Cheng Shichu.

His narrow phoenix eyes were cold.

He knew that it might be his own heart that was being pricked, but he still came here in a shameless manner.

This morning, he followed her car halfway and suddenly felt bored, so he turned around and went back to the military district. After smoking a few cigarettes, he fiercely put out the cigarette butt.

Then, he picked up the car keys on the table, stepped on the accelerator, and drove in the direction of the art gallery.

On the way, he thought darkly that no matter what happened between Nan Fei and Cheng Shichu in the past, he would cut off all those things that were connected to each other.

Cheng Shichu was a thorn in his heart. It was only two weeks after Nan Fei had lost contact with him at the front line that she had immediately found a new home.

Zuo Qishen's eyes were slightly closed as his gaze swept past the exquisite silver hair band in the middle of her high ponytail.

He did not hesitate to raise his hand. When he waved his sleeve, his slender fingertip pulled lightly and pulled out the silver bow.

His black hair was completely scattered. He saw the surprised eyes of the woman who had turned her head.

He quietly wrapped the hair band around his index finger. He exerted force, and the sound of the hair band breaking shook the eardrums of both of them.

Nan Fei stared blankly at the hair band that had been torn into two by the man's fingertip. The soft touch by her ear made her feel that the long hair that she had originally tied had long fallen to the ground.

"I broke your hair band." Zuo Qishen stated the truth calmly. There was no apology in his tone. "I'll pay for it."

The man threw the broken hair band into the trash can. The moment it fell into the trash can, Nan Fei suddenly remembered something.

This hair band seemed to have been given to her by Cheng Shichu.

She had been a little absent-minded when she had left the house this morning, so she had casually taken a hair band from the drawer. She had not expected that she would actually... take this hair band. This hair band was tied to the back of her head. She could not see it either, so she had not noticed it all along.

When she saw the man's cold face in front of her, and when she thought of the chill he had felt when he had suddenly appeared behind her and Cheng Shichu, Nan Fei furrowed her brows slightly.

Should she be thinking about something else?

"Don't you like seeing me wearing this hair band, Commander Zuo?" Nan Fei curled her lips into a bright and sweet smile.

Zuo Qishen looked at her with a mocking smile on his face. "Don't tell me I'm not showing it clearly."

Nan Fei tucked her long hair behind her ear and her expression became a little lighter. "Commander Zuo, sometimes I feel that you're quite strange."

Zuo Qishen looked deeply at the woman's face that had suddenly calmed down. His gaze was deep.

Nan Fei raised her eyes and looked straight at him with a pair of clear black and white eyes. "From the first time we met, you've always had an inexplicable anger toward me from time to time.

"Commander Zuo, have I offended you before?"

The woman's tone was very calm, and she did not have any intention of accusing him. Zuo Qishen's eyes were half-closed, and his expression was unfathomable.

"Nan Fei..." Zuo Qishen said after a long while, his voice very faint, "Sometimes anger is not anger, but possessiveness."

He raised his hand, and his rough fingers touched her chin for the first time. His eyes seemed to hold a bottomless pool of water. "If I'm not wrong, that hair band is related to your ex-boyfriend?"

Nan Fei's pupils suddenly constricted, and the strange touch on her chin made her shudder ambiguously.

"The first day I saw you, I, a 24-year-old man in high spirits, endured the drug and didn't touch you. I put on clothes for you and helped you smash things to send you home. The next day, I found an excuse for you to come to the headquarters to find me and teach you how to shoot. Last night, I moved downstairs to your house, and today, I followed you to the art gallery."

His fingers repeatedly caressed the woman's small and delicate jaw. The thick cocoon rested on her delicate skin, giving off a gentle and rough feeling. His voice was low and slightly hoarse. He said, "Nan Fei, you're so smart, so shouldn't you feel something?"

Nan Fei lowered her eyes. Light and shadow intertwined, reflecting her somewhat pale face.

"Nan Fei, you're very beautiful." Zuo Qishen lowered his head slightly and moved closer to her. He could feel her somewhat chaotic aura. "Beautiful women easily attract men's possessiveness, do you understand?"