Even through the thick down jacket, Song Yansheng could feel that his arm was burning hot.
It felt like it was burning his skin and his heart.
Su Xiaoling was stunned for a moment; she hadn't expected him to suddenly reach out his hand.
A moment later, the corners of her mouth turned up, and she leaned against him as if on purpose, pressing her weight onto him.
Song Yansheng knew she was doing it on purpose.
But I was afraid she would actually fall, so I didn't push her away.
He held her arm tightly with one hand, and wrapped his other arm around her waist.
He caught her steadily, and they stayed close together.
In fact, it wasn't just Su Xiaoling; he also craved this warmth.
He admitted that he was a despicable, contradictory, and hypocritical person.
He's despicable; he doesn't want her to fall for someone else, so he came today.
He was conflicted because he had been doing things against his conscience, things he didn't want to do.
If he could, he would also like to be a healthy person, pursue what he wants, and never have to push her away again.
But reality is just like this.
He couldn't change it.
Song Yansheng concealed the sadness in his eyes, then released her arm and took a step back.
Su Xiaoling was quite happy that she had gotten the better deal.
Even so, Song Yansheng seemed quite awkward.
But she thought she heard his heart beating fast, although it was probably just her imagination.
But she chose to believe the wrong thing.
Because this will make her happy for a long time.
Song Yansheng's eyes regained their usual cold and aloofness. He didn't open Su Xiaoling's eyes again, but simply said, "Miss Su, take good care of your injuries."
After saying that, he left without looking back.
Su Xiaoling stood there, looking at his thin back.
She knew she was finished.
There's no escaping it.
Song Yansheng, what kind of magic do you possess?
She had clearly made up her mind to give him up and forget him, so why did her firm resolve crumble into dust the moment he appeared and gave her a small but sweet treat?
Su Xiaoling stood at the door, grinning foolishly.
Although she despised herself for it.
But now, her heart doesn't seem as empty as it used to be.
He's filled it up again.
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Mu Xiaocheng hasn't gone out these past two days; she's been drawing comics at home.
During her trip to the US, she missed updating a lot of her comics, so she needs to catch up now.
Those in their line of work will create with all their might when they have inspiration.
It can reach the point of forgetting to eat and sleep.
When you lack inspiration, there's nothing you can do but create; you have to force yourself to produce something.
Mu Xiaocheng is not in a good state right now.
But the readers are clamoring for updates.
So she had no choice but to draw according to her own design.
That's why it took a little longer.
Chi Yan paced back and forth in the living room, looking uneasy.
Looking at the plate in Aunt Zhuang's hand, she asked again, "Isn't she eating? Isn't she hungry?"
"Is she in a bad mood again?"
My sister-in-law is sick right now.
He couldn't bear the responsibility if the person starved to death or something else happened.
Aunt Zhuang also looked worried: "Madam is painting in her studio. I've knocked on the door several times, but she says she's not hungry."
"We didn't dare to open the door and go in rashly, so we had to bring it back."
After hearing Aunt Zhuang's reply, Chi Yan put one hand in his pocket and narrowed his eyes.
No, he has to go up and check it out.
If something really happens, his brother will go crazy.
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