"no."
Chu Wuxin still resolutely refused, looking at her for a moment: "It's not time yet, I like to be with you."
His eyes were still so cold.
However, Ye Qingluo could feel it keenly.
Under the cold, deep feelings are hidden.
Her heart trembled violently.
The cold and rigid attitude eased a little.
Chu Wuxin was serious about her.
Seeing that she was not sitting down, Chu Wuxin also stood up.
"Ye Qingluo, don't be unhappy, you belong to me." Chu Wuxin said lightly, staring deeply at Ye Qingluo with deep eyes.
He watched the night clear for a long time.
He suddenly raised his hand to wipe away the tea stained on the corner of her lips.
The man wiped her lips with calloused fingertips.
This move made Ye Qingluo back away in shock.
Her complexion changed slightly, and she covered her touched skin with one hand: "Chu Wuxin! I've told you many times! What happened in the past can only be the past, and the past is the past! And , who do I belong to, it is not up to you to decide!"
Chu Wuxin's hand was hanging in the air.
His fingers still had the woman's soft touch.
His fingers trembled and closed slightly.
Next to the ear, there is the girl's sullen voice.
Chu Wuxin's face remained unchanged, and she looked at her indifferently.
"Chu Wuxin, when I was ten years old, I admit that I was very happy when I was with you. But, that was just the happiness of being friends.
I, Ye Qingluo, the former good-for-nothing Seventh Miss. After my mother passed away, there were only Ziling and Xiaoyu left in my life.
You...appeared at that time, and became the fourth person who appeared in my life and was sincere to me. "
Ye Qingluo bit her lower lip tightly, her charming eyes locked tightly on Chu Wuxin.
She had to make it clear to Chu Wuxin today.
It doesn't matter whether Chu Wuxin can listen or not.
What should be said, she still has to say.
"Chu Wuxin, in that situation, I, who was only ten years old, have feelings for you that are just relatives, just like redemption, and these have nothing to do with men and women, or sex.
And you... It's just because in the years of bloody killings, it's rare to see a little girl who is willing to take care of you, talk to you, and show you the warmest smile. It's just... your heart that has been alone for too long is at work.
What moved your heart was the me at that time, the warmth I gave you, not me. "
This is the view expressed by a bystander as a memory.
"Actually, the two of us are very similar. Our miserable childhood made us want to give everything in exchange for any warmth.
We thought it was love.
But in fact, this warmth, even if it is not the other party, we will still be tempted.
Chu Wuxin, the best way for us to each other is as friends and relatives, isn't it? "
Chu Wuxin's eyes gradually darkened.
Eyes like a deep pool, surrounded by a bottomless vortex.
Beside her ear was her low and soft voice.
It could be heard that Ye Qingluo said these words very seriously.
friend…
loved ones...
Chu Wuxin laughed out loud.
His cold voice and laughter seemed to be stained with ice slag.
As he laughed, he fell into his heart little by little, and the ice pierced into his bones.
His smile made Ye Qingluo stop what he said next.
"But Ye Qingluo, I don't need friends or relatives."
Chu Wuxin's quiet eyes could not make any waves.
His face was expressionless, and he looked at her quietly, with the corner of his mouth curled up in a sneering sneer: "I said before, you are either a dead person, or... my wife."