While struggling, I feel that I should give up. I always feel that I am the third party among others.
Enduring the soreness on her nose, Wen Xihe stretched out her hands to resist when the man tried to hold her tightly again.
Sir, I really am not the person you are looking for. Please don't do this.
Look, she is always so conflicted. She is obviously the one who came to provoke him, but in the end she is the one who has to resist.
Wen Xihe, can you be a little bit meaner again? Can you?!
The man's breath against her ear was hot and lingering, just like his voice.
Holding the woman he was holding tighter, He Mingjue ignored the struggle and resistance of the woman in his arms, and still spoke his mind, breathing peacefully into the woman's neck, using his most attached strength, gently rubbing back and forth.
He didn't know who this woman was.
But at this moment, he only saw Wen Xihe.
He saw her right beside him, in front of his eyes, with the smile and voice he missed most.
She said to him: "He Mingjue, why did you come?"
He guessed that his Xi Xi was always the same as he missed her.
Missing him?
"Xixi, do you know how much my heart hurts? Do you understand?"
"Xixi, didn't you say that from now on, you will never leave my side again? But why are you so silent?"
"Xixi, don't you know that people get tired? Don't you know how painful it is for a man like me who never wants to let go?"
The man seemed not to be talking to the woman in his arms at all, but to himself.
In the eyes of outsiders, He Mingjue, who is always brilliant and arrogant, always looks embarrassed in front of a woman. There are too many times when this man will get tired of himself, hate himself, and helplessly ridicule himself.
There is always another self in my heart who sneers and despises He Mingjue. He will look down at He Mingjue and say to him, "She is just a singing woman. If you let go, how do you know that you have no love?"
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But, what to do?
In this world, there are not only bad women and bad men, but he is also the only one.
This woman's name was engraved in He Mingjue's heart. Trying to erase it would always be as painful as life and death!
Why doesn't he want to?!
Wen Xihe's tears suddenly fell.
She hugged this man tightly in an instant, selfishly and willfully only wanting to have him for a moment.
The woman's hands passed through the man's waist and clasped tightly behind him, the force getting deeper and deeper.
"Lord Hades..."
If He Mingjue was not drunk, if his consciousness was clear enough at that moment, He Mingjue would clearly hear a woman calling his name with nostalgia.
But there are always too many times in life. Because it is too real, everything easily turns into an unreal dream.
This is the case for He Mingjue.
He was so intoxicated that he only focused on his nostalgia and tenderness at that moment, forgetting about himself and the other woman under the cold wind.
"Xixi..."
He still called her name and never forgot it for a moment.
Wen Xihe's tears fell and wet He Mingjue's collar.
She didn't dare to let him find out. Even if she knew that even if she took off the hat at this moment and stood in front of this man, he would not think that she was Wen Xihe.
Drunk man.
Wen Xihe rested her chin on the man's shoulder, silently feeling the long-lost throb from this man.
Finally couldn't help it.
"Ajue, I miss you too, very much..."
She closed her eyes, stood up on her toes, buried her head in the man's neck, and breathed greedily the breath of a man who loves her deeply.
"I really, really want to!"
For a long time, the man leaning on him didn't respond at all.
Wen Xihe was slightly stunned.
I couldn't help but shout softly, "Ajue?"
No one answered her.
She reached out and pushed him gently, "Ajue?"
The next second, the man's entire weight pressed against her. Before Wen Xihe had time to react, the man pressed down on her, and they both fell down.
"Bang..."
Not only was he drunk, he fell asleep completely.
In the slightly cold night, Wen Xihe lowered her head and stared at the man pressing her for a long time.
After a while, the woman sighed softly and stretched out her arms to hug the man on her body.
He Mingjue, why are you doing this?
Wen Xihe sent He Mingjue back to the hotel.
The man was so big that his entire weight rested on Wen Xihe's body.
After much effort, Wen Xihe sent the man back to his room.
As soon as the man touched the bed, he was completely confused, and even the half-dream and half-awakeness of the previous moment were gone.
"Xixi..." He murmured, then turned over again.
Wen Xihe looked at the man on the bed, sighed slightly, and turned to find a hot towel for him.
It was still the same face, but now it was losing weight at an extremely fast speed. Wen Xihe always felt distressed when he looked at it.
The warm towel seemed to make the man who was devastated by alcohol feel better. He turned over and let out a soft sigh of comfort, but he was still murmuring.
"Xixi..."
Wen Xihe felt as if his heart was tightly grasped by a big invisible hand.
In the past, she always felt that doing so was the best thing for everyone.
Unexpectedly, it is now causing more and more pain to the two of them.
She doesn't want this.
She didn't understand even more.
"Ajue, why does it have to be like this?"
She did not explain the reason for her departure to any general, nor did she tell He Mingjue that she just wanted to give him a home.
From a young age, others didn't know it, but Wen Xihe knew it better than anyone else. In this man's heart, he has always longed for a home that truly belongs to him.
In that home, he has his beloved wife and his most beloved child. He is the perfect husband and perfect father.
And Ye Yuwei made him feel these in advance.
Now, Wen Xihe no longer even has the courage to think.
In He Mingjue's heart, which woman does he love more?
Is it Wen Xihe, his childhood sweetheart who grew up with him?
Or the gentle, considerate, elegant and generous Ye Yuwei?
The moment she decided to leave, she just didn't want to embarrass him.
She did everything for him that he didn't want to say and was embarrassed for.
Now, what is the point of searching like this?
Resisting the pain that kept rising in her heart, Wen Xihe stood up and sat on the edge of the bed. Under the light, silently, she looked at the outline of the man's bread again.
No matter what, his appearance and their encounter cannot change any outcome.
Remembering this man's face, I can think of him every time I miss him.
It can be regarded as leaving a thought for myself.
Now, Wen Xihe has long been accustomed to such a life.