When she remembered that she was already running wildly on the road to becoming a little pig, she walked even more vigorously and walked faster.
The surrounding area was very empty, and everything that might trip her was nowhere to be found.
He is a very cautious and careful person! Li Xiaoyou thought.
"Xiao An, have you ever liked someone?" Li Xiaoyou sat on the recliner and fiddled with the foxtail grass that he had just picked out.
Xiao An shook his head and nodded again.
When she saw Xiao An's contradictory reaction, she became interested. "Come on, tell me what that feels like!"
"No!" Xiao An refused and finally said, "Don't you have a crush on a senior? Don't you know what it feels like to like her?"
Li Xiaoyou shook his head.
"That senior... I think he is very handsome, he is kind-hearted, and his smile is very warm... I really don't feel anything else. Can't this be considered a liking?!"
When Xiao An heard this, he covered his mouth and snickered.
"Look, you all know that this doesn't count as liking, it must be because there is a 'like' for comparison. To be honest, do you like the young master?!"
Xiao An looked around to make sure no one was nearby and teased her in a low voice.
Li Xiaoyou was stunned for a moment, and then lowered his eyelashes, seeming to be thinking about what she said.
In fact, there is no need for Xiao An to ask, she has already made up her mind. But there are many kinds of preferences, and it is not just courage that Cinderella can stand with the prince and love each other until they grow old.
Because courage is often not enough, you still need to match it.
She has thought about it countless times, or maybe she has never thought about it. But she knows that when encountering such a problem, she has only one way, which is to escape. Or, turn a blind eye to this feeling.
What's more, when a moth flutters towards the flame, it perishes.
She had not thought about the latter possibility, so after a few minutes she came to the conclusion of the conversation, that is, the contrast theory mentioned by Xiao An seemed to be correct!
"Say, keep talking, there's no one here!" Xiao An was still urging, as if she wouldn't stop until she opened her mouth.
Li Xiaoyou smiled slightly and was not in a hurry to speak.
Xiao An looked at her smile and suddenly felt a little dazed.
So beautiful!
She had always thought that Li Xiaoyou was good-looking, and now his smile and demeanor... were so beautiful!
Xiao An's eyes were always focused on her face. After a while, he saw her looking at the sycamore tree in the distance with her lips slightly parted, as if she was murmuring softly.
"No one dislikes him..."
"What did you say?" Xiao An looked at her too intently and didn't hear what she said, so he subconsciously asked again.
Li Xiaoyou shook his head and continued to play with the foxtail in his hand. "It's nothing."
The weather had already entered autumn, and it was a little cooler after the consuming heat of the afternoon. She stood up and went back to the living room of the villa with Xiao An.
And, go back and drink the medicinal soup that you will drink even if you cut your own throat.
Alas, when will these days end? She sighed and paused suddenly.
This was the first time since she came to the villa that she had the idea of ending this life.
She thought it was only right to continue living like this.
She thought she was at peace with her current situation.
She thought she could always live a life of being pampered and pampered by others.
She thought...she thought that everything was what she thought!
But the truth of the matter is: no matter what she thinks, she cannot avoid the fact that she will eventually leave here.