Perhaps after the novelty wore off, he naturally forgot about Xiao Zhou.
What boyfriend, what sponsor, what pet. These are just a way to appease people. He can say whatever he wants to say without any psychological burden.
Ning Su smiled and said, "Brother Zechuan, we are the same kind of people."
Just as selfish, just as cold-blooded.
Maybe he shouldn't have stretched his hand so far to provoke Zhou Jinxi, but should have liked Mo Zechuan.
"Brother Zechuan, have you ever liked me?"
Ning Su stared into his eyes, her gaze as gentle as ever.
"I like it."
His cheeks flushed slightly, and he didn't notice Ning Su turned on his phone and pressed the record button.
Ning Su has always been his love enlightenment and fantasy object.
More than ten years of secret love is like the bright moonlight, pure and flawless, with everlasting brightness.
He always thought that thoughts were like slowly flowing water. Even if the water moved slowly, it would still not converge into one place and would end in vain.
She never thought that he hadn't confessed his feelings to Ning Su yet. Instead, he knew his feelings in advance.
Ning Su smiled slightly, and under his embarrassed expression, he knocked on the table. Once, twice, the knocks struck the window of his heart, breaking his preconceived impression.
"You," Mo Zechuan wanted to ask if you could be with me. But whenever he wanted to speak, his heart would ache. He pursed his lips tightly, touched his still restless heart with his hand, and asked: "Can you..."
"Brother Zechuan." Ning Su interrupted his fantasy with a smile. "I hope you leave Zhou Jinxi."
"Why?"
"Don't you like me? How can you have your cake and eat it too?" There was a hint of loneliness in Ning Su's eyes. He was really sad.
The only man I like falls in love with the idiot Mo Zechuan. Love really makes people blind.
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