He just smiled, looking at her with flowing eyes, and his handsome face seemed to be tinged with charm.
She had never seen Shi Wang with such a passionate and deliberately seductive look before. It was very different from his usual cold and distant appearance that had nothing to do with love. It seemed like they were not the same person.
When she was young, she thought that Shi Wang would not be involved in so-called love, but it turned out that he would.
Even the object is her.
All hopes in this dark world can be found by just raising your hand.
But when he greeted her with clean hands, she would definitely not reach out to take them.
Because those wounds hurt.
How can people not learn from their mistakes after being hurt?
Only if his hands were stained with blood and haze would she lend a hand to pull him up.
Zhumian tilted her neck back and moved away from him intentionally: "Forget it."
Shi Wang laughed softly, and the laughter sounded light and frivolous: "Let's go, it's late, I'll take you home."
Xiao Meng didn't respond to him.
She walked in the night with one foot deep and one foot shallow, her black hair was blown up in the wind. He looked at her slender and soft profile, his heart sank little by little, and he couldn't help loving her more.
But she suddenly felt very sad.
She should have known he totally disliked her when he threw away his school badge.
He didn't help her up in front of thousands of people because he knew that she would always be nameless and unknown to him, and would always be ignored and avoided.
Even after many years, the sadness and pain still stretched out like whips and tentacles to hit her.
She used to be heartbroken because of him, but recently when he was just a little bit upset, she felt a little bit reluctant because she was thinking of the young man who risked his life for her.
But it wasn't the 21-year-old Shi Wang who acted as a hero for her.
It was Shi Wang who was seventeen years old.
All her love came to an end long ago after she finished filming that series of secret love short films.
That short film was her graduation gift to herself.
She graduated from her admiration for Shi Wang.
Tell her that she finally doesn't have to belittle herself anymore, doesn't need to like someone just for the sake of liking him, doesn't have to lower her principles, doesn't have to flatter someone deliberately, and doesn't have to force herself to do anything.
Shi Wang suddenly asked, "How did you feel when you knew I liked you?"
His voice is low and hoarse, but refreshing and magnetic. It is a little bit hoarse, but it makes it sound refreshing. There is no artificiality of deliberately lowering the voice. It is very special and can be heard among countless voices, which matches his appearance.
She didn't even raise her head during the daytime nap. She felt a little cold and walked slowly with her arms folded. "It feels great. I can finally torture you."
Shi Wang stared at her, with a faint smile and doting indulgence in his eyes: "How are you going to torture me?"
Zhumian suddenly sat down beside the flower bed.
Shi Wang asked gently, "Why are you sitting down?"
Xiaomian lowered his eyelids: "Talking to you is tiring."
Shi Wang looked at her and said, "I'll carry you back."
Xiaomian waved his hand: "No need."
She said no, and Shi Wang followed her and sat beside the flower bed.
Shi Wang said softly: "You haven't answered me yet."
At first, Xiao Mian looked at the ants on the ground instead of looking at him. She seemed to be relaxed and spoke in a cold and calm voice: "Do you know how much I have suffered for you?"
Shi Wang looked at her long, curled eyelashes and the soft and smooth curve of her profile. Her profile was very gentle, without any sharpness: "Can you tell me?"
Zhuomian looked up at him, she smiled, tears flashed in her eyes, as if flowing in his heart, corroding his atrium.
She smiled and tears suddenly fell.
When he tried to wipe her, she resolutely avoided him, her backward posture full of caution, which suddenly woke him up from the beauty, and all his thoughts were blown away by the cold wind.
For the first time, Xiao Mian was so serious and frank with him, as if it was for the moonlight that she once loved deeply: "Shi Wang, to be honest, if I met you today in a desperate situation, I would save you without hesitation, but if you are fine, I will only hate you, despise you, and alienate you."
Shi Wang didn't understand what she meant, but was hurt by her eyes.
Her eyes were filled with wounds of vigilance, as if she was afraid of him, because in her eyes, he was someone who would hurt her endlessly: "I won't rush forward just because you treat me a little bit well. Now is the most suitable distance. If you get any closer, I will definitely feel unfair, I will definitely hurt you, and I will definitely take all my unwillingness out of you."
She dreamed of him countless times, and woke up in pain, crying and hatred.
She said without hesitation: "I know that if I say this, you probably won't have the patience to listen. You can leave right away, just like before. There is no need to do so much."
Shi Wang just looked at her in surprise and confusion.
When Zhu Mian saw the look in his eyes, she knew that he had no idea how disgusting what he was doing was. He had no empathy at all. He thought that as long as he turned around, she would follow him as usual.
After a long pause, Shi Wang spoke softly, as if falling into a cold pond: "Can I ask you why you like Gu Qingxu?"
But Xiaomian thought it was true. She smiled and said, "You see, you only avoid the problem. You don't face your mistakes and ask me how to solve them. Instead, you ask another irrelevant question."
Xiao Mian didn't want to talk to him anymore, so she stood up and was about to leave. Shi Wang followed her and said, "Xiao Mian, can we talk it out?"
But Xiaomian suddenly slapped him.
The loud and crisp sound of slapping echoed in the night, and he couldn't believe it.
But she was too lazy to argue with him anymore. Once she met him, she felt that all the bad sides of her would be brought out.
She took a step to leave, but Shi Wangyi grabbed her wrist.
There were still traces of tears on Zhumian's face, but he questioned firmly: "I hit you, don't you have any self-respect?"
He seemed to be on the sidelines, but he tried to understand her unwillingness: "It will be fine after tonight. Let's solve it properly. There will be a future."
Xiaomian suddenly laughed: "I'm going crazy in front of you, proving to you that I'm a mess and will hurt you. I'm not worthy of your love. Don't you understand? This is the greatest tolerance I can give you because I liked you before."
But he looked at her steadily: "I let you choose."
Xiaomian didn't understand what he meant: "What?"
He said firmly, "I'm not the person you once loved. I'm your pursuer. You don't have to treat me as someone you once loved. There's no need to protect my pride. I know you have many admirers, and I will take on all the responsibilities I should bear. I don't dislike you less because of what happened tonight. You can do whatever you want to me, even lose your temper and act like a scoundrel."
Daytime sleep is frozen for a moment.
He said firmly, "You can treat me as your first love, or as a mature and responsible man. There's no need to praise me so highly. I'm not that fragile, nor am I that noble."
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