"Why don't you like me? How am I inferior to her, how am I inferior to the woman who doesn't care about you at all?"
Chen Xiaoyan shouted, tears streaming even harder.
Suddenly, Chen Xiaoyan stood up and stared at Lu Qiyou who was lying on the bed, her green fingers sinking deeply into her palms.
A minute later, Chen Xiaoyan smiled suddenly and slowly lowered her head...
"what-"
Lu Qiyou turned over, as if he had lost his heart, and held Chen Xiaoyan indifferently.
Chen Xiaoyan laughed out of his hands and reached out to hook his neck. She couldn't get his heart, at least he liked to touch himself.
"Qiyou." Chen Xiaoyan was so happy that she couldn't speak, her face already smiling like a flower.
She will belong to him sooner or later, and it will be the same sooner or later.
"Moffey—"
When Lu Qiyou was affectionate, he whispered the name of another woman.
Chen Xiaoyan's movements were startled, and then she closed her eyes in pain, tears falling crazily along the corners of her eyes, struggling to grasp Lu Qiyou's shirt.
The heavy curtains covered all the light outside, the room was extremely dim, and everything that shouldn't have happened happened...
The world seems to have turned black and white upside down.
…
The harsh cell phone ringing awoke Chen Xiaoyan who was sleeping. Chen Xiaoyan endured the soreness of her whole body and opened her eyes, just in time to see Lu Qiyou lowering her head and staring at herself with cold eyes.
Chen Xiaoyan suddenly sat up, realizing that she was wearing nothing, and she immediately shrank into the quilt, not daring to look at Lu Qiyou's eyes.
What would he think of himself? Chen Xiaoyan's heart was pounding, not knowing how to explain to Lu Qiyou why she was here.
Suddenly, Lu Qiyou suddenly pulled the quilt off Chen Xiaoyan's head and stared at her indifferently.
The expression seemed to kill her.
He didn't like himself in the first place, but he must hate him even more now.
Chen Xiaoyan regretted suddenly, she shouldn't be impulsive, even if he treats her as another woman, she still...
Just when Chen Xiaoyan thought that the two of them were in this stalemate, Lu Qiyou suddenly exploded in her mind like a bomb.
He said: "Chen Xiaoyan, let's get married!"
marry? Lu Qiyou suddenly said that he wanted to marry her
Isn't this something she has been looking forward to? But it was really realized, but Chen Xiaoyan couldn't be happy.
He didn't ask a word, didn't ask why he appeared, he just asked her to marry him.
Is this responsible
Chen Xiaoyan wore a pair of clothes for herself, the spots on her body stung Lu Qiyou's eyes, and Lu Qiyou didn't come to look away.
He thought of her as Morphy last night, that's why he was so rude.
"If you want to marry me because you are responsible to me, you don't have to. I'm not the kind of stalker." Chen Xiaoyan endured her discomfort and stood up, smiling bitterly at Lu Qiyou.
Lu Qiyou gritted his teeth, put on his nightgown and picked up his mobile phone, not knowing who called.
Chen Xiaoyan was stunned, listening to the voice on the phone, her heart cold.
"Yes, getting married, isn't this what you have been looking forward to?"
Lu Qiyou roared in a low voice, and hung up the phone without waiting for someone over there to speak.
"If you don't want to..." Chen Xiaoyan hurriedly took it up, her voice faint.
She wants to marry him very much, but if she marries her out of responsibility to her, then she would rather not marry.
She feels like she really sees you down, loving a man to such a degree.