"If you're willing, I can stay with you for the rest of my life." Yang Jinxuan felt a little nervous.
Yan Zimeng lowered her eyes and fell silent.
Yang Jinxuan's heart sank. He was still no match for Nangong Jue.
“Brother Jinxuan, I need time.” Yan Zimeng suddenly looked up. “You know I have a deep attachment to Ajue. You… give me some time.”
"Okay." Yang Jinxuan smiled immediately, which meant he had a chance.
Le Yao, who was being embraced and danced with Nangong Jue, felt very uncomfortable. In her previous life, she had never had a boyfriend, mainly because she didn't have time. At that time, she was saving money to buy a house, so she worked almost year-round. During the peak season, she worked as a local tour guide, leading tourists from other places to play in the local area. During the off-season, she worked as a full-time tour guide, leading local tourists to other places. Sometimes she was even leading tours during the Chinese New Year.
However, her earning speed couldn't keep up with the rate of increase in housing prices, which is quite distressing.
After transmigrating into the book, although she had a husband, it was as if she didn't have one, so she remained innocent.
At this moment, it's perfectly normal to feel uncomfortable being so close to such a handsome guy with such high hormone levels.
What's more, the hand on her waist would occasionally apply a bit of pressure, making her a little distracted. She could only say with a slightly dark expression, "You, surnamed Nangong, is this really interesting?"
"Yes, it is." Nangong Jue smiled affectionately. "Dancing with my own wife is perfectly legal and legitimate. How could it not be interesting?"
"Okay, now that we've danced, when are we getting a divorce?" Le Yao nodded, trying to ignore the other person's burning gaze.
"Let's see how you perform?" Nangong Jue raised an eyebrow slightly.
"My performance? What performance?"
"Of course, it's about performing in a way that satisfies me."
"Hehe." Le Yao laughed, then suddenly stepped on Nangong Jue's instep and stomped on it hard. "Go to hell!" she said, then shook him off and turned to leave.
Even if you're handsome, that's no excuse for being shameless.
Nangong Jue's face was contorted in pain, but he quickly suppressed it and pulled the person back.
Due to inertia, Le Yao bumped directly into the other person's arms, which made her nose sting and almost brought tears to her eyes.
“I know you’re not her.” Nangong Jue hugged Jin and whispered in her ear. Actually, he thought the idea was absurd, but what could he do when he had read several novels about soul transmigration?
It was only after considering Han Binglan's performance that he came up with this bold idea.
Although it feels quite unbelievable.
Le Yao didn't know how to respond for a moment, because she suddenly felt a little scared. What would she do after her identity was exposed?
Of course, she didn't think that burning someone to death or dismembering them would happen. After all, this is a society governed by law, and no one would do something as reckless as taking human life.
Thinking this way, she suddenly calmed down, because she had transmigrated into another body, so apart from her personality changing, everything else was still Han Binglan's. Therefore, as long as she didn't admit it, no one could do anything about it.
"You, surnamed Nangong, just because you don't like me anymore, you doubt whether I'm really me?" Le Yao scoffed. "Five years of feelings wasted, and you won't even let me wake up?"
Nangong Jue frowned.
"Does that mean I have to follow you my whole life and pray every day that you'll turn around and look at me? Sorry, I'm not that pathetic." Le Yao said, pushing the person away and turning to leave.
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