That way, she wouldn't have to be like this now, neither human nor ghost, losing all her reason the moment she sees him, becoming a moth drawn to a flame again, willing to do anything for it!
Ji Yao suddenly smiled, hooking her arms around his neck and whispering in his ear, the intimate gesture practiced and familiar, just like when they were deeply in love, when she had done it countless times…
Mo Yanyu's eyes flickered slightly, her heart far from being as calm as she appeared. As she drew closer, wisps of fragrance wafted over her.
A sudden thought struck him. He lowered his eyes and saw her slender waist, which could be encircled by an arm.
He had embraced that soft, slender waist many times; he even remembered her waistline.
Those memories he had deliberately suppressed deep in his heart, those things he dared not touch, suddenly surfaced in his mind with her intimate gesture.
The longer it lasts, the more it stimulates his senses.
He closed his eyes, took a silent breath, raised his hand, and pushed her away.
I tried to push it away, but it didn't budge.
He could only suppress his unusual emotions and said meaningfully, "Yaoyao, you should be more self-aware."
Instead, Ji Yao was angered by his words. Self-respect? Did she not have self-respect just because she touched him?
He struck her heart hard, especially since those words came from... Mo Yanyu. Ji Yao felt even more distressed. Her eyes stung terribly, and the tears she had managed to hold back welled up again, as if they were about to burst forth at any moment.
But this time, before her tears could fall, a sudden thought flashed through her mind, and she bit his ear cartilage hard with a vengeful urge.
A warm breath gently blew into his ear, followed by a sudden pain.
As if possessed by a fairy, Ji Yao whispered in his ear, her breath sweet as orchids, "What if I don't respect myself?"
He owes her all of this, so what right does he have to expect her to be so disrespectful?
Huh? Lack of self-respect?
He always knew how to hurt her, how to crush and trample her heart underfoot, without any mercy…
Ji Yao's soft whisper in his ear made Mo Yanyu's eyelashes tremble violently, and his expression changed slightly, but he remained silent, enduring her revenge.
However, Ji Yao suddenly buried her face in his chest, her shoulders trembling so violently that it seemed she was crying.
When this thought popped into Mo Yanyu's mind, he was caught off guard. That proud and cheerful girl was actually crying?
It seems... she cries every time because of him?
“Mo Yanyu… Ah, Mo Yanyu.”
How can he always be so indifferent, as if she's always the only one performing a one-woman show?
After Ji Yao finished laughing, she took a deep breath and looked up at his face so close to hers—tears finally welled up in her eyes and streamed down her cheeks. She still stared at him stubbornly and said, word by word, "Mo Yanyu, remember, you owe me, and you will have to pay it back eventually."
Three years had passed, but only his arrival was finally seen.
It's over.
How cruel he was, just like three years ago, tearing her heart apart time and time again without any mercy.
For a fleeting moment, Mo Yanyu's eyes held an unfathomable depth, but only for a few seconds. He quickly composed himself and, this time with greater force, pried her hands open.
His eyes were dark and unfathomable, but his tone was indifferent, "Yaoyao, it's best if we don't have any contact in the future."
after all,
It's over for them.
Ji Yaoxin felt another sharp pain, as if she were about to suffocate from the pain. She said in a hoarse voice, "Mo Yanyu, how could you be so cruel?"
“I’ve already forgotten the past.” Mo Yanyu’s eyelashes trembled slightly, then she immediately replied calmly, “You should also let go of your stubbornness.”
Ji Yao laughed, a laugh filled with utter desolation, tears blurring her face. "Ha, let go of your stubbornness? You want me to let go of the past? To forget you, is that it?"
Mo Yanyu's eyes flickered slightly.
"Mo Yanyu, I just hate your calm demeanor. It's like even if you collapse, your expression won't change." Ji Yao's eyes were red, and she reached out to wipe them away, but the tears just wouldn't stop.
How can you be so calm?
How can he be so calm... Has he forgotten the past?
How could he be so cold-blooded and ruthless? His indifferent and calm demeanor was as if he were denying the feelings they had for each other.
What about the things they went through together?
Is it really that unimportant to him? So insignificant that he can just throw it away so easily?
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