Song Qingyang smiled indifferently, "Afraid? What’s there to be afraid of? You’ve already said my love is hopeless. In that case, finding a sowhat good-looking man for so excitent isn’t a bad idea..."
Yu Dou’s eyes darkened, and the smile at the corners of his mouth faded a bit, "Is Miss Song joking with ?"
"Joking?" Song Qingyang had drunk so earlier. Although not completely drunk, she was a bit tipsy.
Years of hopeless feelings indeed made her moody. At that mont, she thought, just let it be.
And that mont happened just now, at this very mont.
Maybe that way, she could be freed, let go of her obsessions, and from now on, live her life well!
How much she longed to live well, but her heart was unwilling!
She was unwilling!
She smiled, her breath fragrant, "What? Mr. Yu doesn’t believe ?"
Yu Dou said nothing, only instinctively stretched his hand to pull Song Qingyang away, but Song Qingyang, perhaps angered by this action,
squeezed herself into Yu Dou’s embrace, gritting her teeth, "Am I that bad? Yu Dou? Do you think I’m that bad? Worse than who? Tell , worse than who? Shi Nuan? Is it Shi Nuan? In your eyes, am I still no match for Shi Nuan? Tell , am I truly no match for her?"
Yu Dou squinted, pinching her chin, his voice low, "Are you sure you won’t let go? Little girl, no regrets?"
Song Qingyang was twenty-six this year, Yu Dou thirty-two, six years her senior.
Calling her ’little girl’ didn’t seem inappropriate.
She bit her lip. Her chin indeed hurt from being pinched, and this pain made her sober up instantly.
She thought that even if she wanted to fall, the person she got involved with shouldn’t be Yu Dou.
Any other man, if she wanted to shake him off, would be easy, but Yu Dou, once entangled, she might never shake off in this lifeti.
That’s not what she wanted.
She pushed the man away with her hand, her soft and delicate body breaking free from his embrace, and stood up straight, "I’m going ho now. Will you take , or should I take a taxi by myself?"
At this late hour, a slightly intoxicated woman, especially one who is his nominal fiancée.
Yu Dou of course couldn’t let her take a taxi alone.
He stood up casually, still with a calm deanor, and said in a low voice, "I’ll take you..."
...
The next morning, Shi Nuan got up half an hour later than usual.
No wonder, she went to bed too late last night, wasted much ti.
Besides, she was very tired, slept deeply, and in the morning, Song Yansheng couldn’t bear to wake her up. Waking up at this ti was considered early.
Shi Nuan was surprised why Song Yansheng was so energetic.
Last night, if Song Yansheng hadn’t dragged her, she probably couldn’t have persisted.
Even now, thinking of every detail made Shi Nuan blush and her heart race.
But beyond blushing and heart racing, there was actually a hint of sweetness mixed in.
People live with troubles because they overthink many things.
Or, they think too much.
Sotis, having simpler thoughts, looking at things more lightly, and caring less, might lead to unexpected gains.
Shi Nuan wondered whether Song Yansheng would feel the sa.
Would he feel sweetness and happiness because of last night? Would he, like her, unconsciously curve his lips into a smile?
Would he?
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