Once impulsive emotions find an outlet, they are like a flood that cannot be stopped.
Song Ling grabbed her shaking little body and felt her excitement.
Finally he sighed and got up.
Liu Zhiyuan looked at him with some annoyance.
"Why are you leaving? Song Ling? I'm unhappy, I'm angry, and you don't say a word? Where are you going now? How could you do this?"
Seeing him stand up without even an explanation or comfort, she felt even more aggrieved.
Song Ling stopped walking, but said something that made her vomit blood, "I'll cook for you first."
Liu Zhiyuan bit her lip again and looked at his posture.
She immediately thought of the past.
She immediately said, "I'm not hungry. I don't want to eat tomato and egg noodles. I'm not hungry! I'm well fed at Feng Linlin's house. I won't ruin my stomach for you."
She guessed that he, a guy with no emotional intelligence, must have wanted to cook noodles for her to coax her.
Sure enough, she guessed right.
Song Ling turned to look at her, his eyes heavy as if he was thinking, "Don't want noodles? Want roses?"
Liu Zhiyuan was about to spit out blood, "No! I don't want roses either!"
Song Ling frowned, "Then how are you going to coax her?"
Liu Zhiyuan stared at him speechlessly and hit him with a pillow.
"I don't want you to coax me, I just want you to talk to me. Talk about Xiao Tong, talk about our things."
After Song Ling understood deeply, he looked at her wrinkled face and finally threw the pillow he had caught back to her.
"An impulsive woman has a negative IQ. Are you sure you want to talk to me when you're so impulsive?"
Liu Zhiyuan took a deep breath, then a deep breath, "Okay."
"You should calm down first."
"No, I can't calm down if you don't talk to me."
Finally, she decided to take a shower to calm down.
After she came out of the shower in her lavender pajamas, the man leaned against the cushions on the bed.
He patted the seat next to him and said, "Come over and talk."
Liu Zhiyuan didn't lie down beside him. She just sat opposite him, looked into his deep eyes and sighed, "I have a few questions for you."
Song Ling saw her movements and pulled her into his arms.
Pulling the quilt over the two of them, she was speechless.
"Ask."
After doing countless homework in her mind, Liu Zhiyuan finally asked, "Song Ling, do I look like Xiao Tong? Do I look a lot like her?"
There was a nervous tremor at the end of her voice, and even her small body was tense and stiff.
Song Ling held her in his arms, and his voice became slightly louder as he saw her nervousness.
“Likely, not quite.”
Here are the answers to both questions.
Liu Zhiyuan's heart tightened, and he admitted that they really looked alike.
Alas~
After a few seconds, she took a deep breath and asked again: "So when you first saw me, you thought I looked like Xiao Tong? Did you decide to get married to me because I looked like Xiao Tong?"
"Yes and no." Song Ling answered without hiding anything, his deep eyes crushing a hint of complexity.
Liu Zhiyuan frowned slightly.
"You mean you thought I looked like Xiao Tong at first sight? But you decided to get married to me quickly, not because I look like Xiao Tong?"
Song Ling nodded.
"That's right."
"Didn't you marry me so quickly because of Xiao Tong?" Liu Zhiyuan couldn't help but squeeze her fingers hard into his palm, her little face full of tension.
Seeing that she understood very well, but her brows were still furrowed, Song Ling said frankly,
"At first I paid attention to you because you looked a bit like her. Later I decided to have a quick marriage with you because you were helpless and sad at the time. I felt you needed a marriage."
Liu Zhiyuan looked into his eyes, without a trace of lying.
She asked again: "When you saw me helpless and sad, were you sure you didn't marry me because of Xiao Tong? Didn't you decide to help me because you saw her sad and helpless?"
Song Ling's deep eyes became distant for a moment, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his voice became even hoarse.
"Of course. Because she has never been helpless or sad."
She is like a carefree and sweet little princess, always cared for by the people around her.
She was never helpless, always sweet and quiet in his presence.
At most, I would feel unhappy if I saw him being abused.
I'm just unhappy, never helpless or sad.
This answer made Liu Zhiyuan slowly let go of her hand.
She suddenly fell silent.
Instead, he hoarsely asked the people around him, "Is there any problem?"
Liu Zhiyuan thought for a moment and asked.
"During this period of time since we got married, have you ever mistaken me for her? Or when you see me, do you think of Xiao Tong through me? Think of your ex-girlfriend?"
Song Ling frowned and said neatly, "No."
Liu Zhiyuan asked uncertainly, "Is that true? Not even once?"
Song Ling grabbed her little hand, rubbed it in his palm, his eyes determined.
"No, you and she have two completely different personalities. After my flash marriage with you, I realized that girls can be so funny, so noisy, and still have so much to talk about when we're together.
You love to cook, and she never goes into the kitchen. How can you be her when you two are completely different individuals?"
"Then don't you think she is doing these things through me? Is that right?" she asked again uncertainly.
Song Ling shook his head again.
"No, first of all, I never think of her on my own initiative. Secondly, I am a calm and indifferent mature man. I always remain calm and wise, never vague. In front of me, you are you, the smiling and loving Liu Zhiyuan!"
Liu Zhiyuan finally received some comfort from the grievances and fears she had felt over the past few days.
She looked at him with clear eyes, and her small hands unconsciously grabbed his collar.
"Song Ling, are you telling the truth? Isn't this a trick Xu Su taught you?"
Song Ling frowned and said with some disgust: "I don't need his teachings. I never lie!"
Liu Zhiyuan thought about it and realized that after being with him for so long, he really had never lied to her and really didn't bother to lie.
She felt much better when she thought about it, and her awkward mood of the past few days finally became a little more lively.
Still looking innocent on the surface, "Okay, then I'll believe you."
Song Ling nodded arrogantly, "You should believe me."
Looking at her watery eyes, he thought about how awkward she had been these past few days and how she had deliberately been indifferent to him.
He held the back of her head as if punishing her, pressed her down, and then kissed her forehead heavily.
Liu Zhiyuan shyly hid in his arms, then asked mischievously: "Song Ling, who are you kissing? Xiaoyuan or Xiaotong?"
Song Ling's eyes darkened, and the next second he pressed her forward, his magnetic, hoarse voice ringing out, "Nonsense, of course it's Xiao Yuan!"
Liu Zhiyuan twisted and struggled under him, as if such intimate interaction had not happened for several days.
Now she can finally put her worries and grudges aside.
As long as he said she was not Xiao Tong's substitute, she would relax.
She believed him and was willing to believe him.
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