Si Han wanted to find out what the specific hatred was, but unfortunately, after searching for so long, he still found nothing.
"Then have you thought of your retreat?"
Fuya shrugged indifferently, "Let's talk about it later."
Sihan's heart tightened, this woman didn't love anyone, not even herself.
As long as he can get revenge, he is probably willing to give his life.
"What if I don't allow you to do this?"
Fu Ya raised her chin, "You won't."
"Why are you so sure?"
Fuya leaned close to his cheek and breathed softly, "Don't you like me? You don't want me to be sad, and you don't want me to hate you forever, right?"
Hearing this, Si Han felt as if there was a thorn stuck in his throat. He couldn't swallow it or spit it out, and the thorn hurt.
In a relationship, the most unacceptable thing is not that the other person takes advantage of you, but that you can't get angry knowing that the other person uses your feelings as a bargaining chip.
The person you fall in love with first is destined to lose.
Si Han pushed Fu Ya away from his arms and walked away in stride.
Fuya watched his back disappear and smiled softly, but there was a strong bitterness in that smile.
"Fu Ya, you are so bad..."
In the future of her life, she may never meet someone who treats her as sincerely and kindly as Si Han.
She finally got a warmth, but it was destroyed by her own hands.
Actually, this is fine.
People like her who have no future really shouldn't bring trouble to others.
Boom!
There was a sudden thunder in the sky that had been dark all day. Fuya trembled and stood up, holding on to the handrail of the stairs, like a frail old man, climbing extraordinarily slowly step by step.
Pushing open the bedroom door, she fell on the soft big bed and covered herself with the quilt.
That kind of memory, no matter how long it takes, will always scare her.
But this time, no one would pull her out of the abyss of pain.
Fu Ya tightly covered her ears.
Suddenly, she felt the quilt being lifted off.
The man's hot body lay down and held her in his arms.
"you… "
"I don't want to talk to you, go to sleep!"
His embrace seemed to have the magic power to dispel all the gloom. Fu Ya's mood calmed down, but her heart felt as if a big stone was weighing heavy on her.
Fu Ya suddenly took his arm and said, "Si Han, you don't have to be so nice to me..."
She doesn't deserve it.
Hearing the struggle and forbearance in her tone, Si Han felt very uncomfortable.
He has his family as his backing, his friends as his helpers, and even more power to help him live a comfortable life.
But what about Fuya? She has nothing.
Therefore, in order to take revenge, she can only use all the people and things she can use.
No one is born mean.
Si Han pinched her face, his casual tone unable to conceal his seriousness.
"I'm happy, you can't control it."
Fuya saw his face in the light outside.
In fact, Si Han was a cold and stern man when he wasn't smiling, but at this moment, his eyebrows were gentle.
"Si Han, I admire how willful you are."
"As long as you follow me, you will be able to do whatever you want in the future."
"Sounds good."
Fu Ya pretended to think about it, and after a few seconds, her arms like water snakes climbed up to his neck and offered her red lips, "If you can do it seven times a night tonight, I will agree."
Si Han bit her lips and said, "Keep your word."
"It's the turtle bastard who regrets it."
Si Han followed the fishing net in his heart and kissed the red lips that opened and closed fiercely.