"Let me ask you," Qin Xiaoman struggled stubbornly, still expressionless, "how many girlfriends have you had?"
"I can't remember clearly." Yan Zisong finally understood at this moment the difficulties of those men who were afraid of their wives.
The idea that it was unbelievable that a man could be so cowardly disappeared without a trace in her serious and cold question.
She clearly knew that telling the truth on this kind of question would be asking for death, but she just couldn't think of the second answer to answer her.
"Can't you remember?" Qin Xiaoman looked at him almost as if he were an alien, a little strange yet familiar at the same time, "How could you not remember? You've always been like this and don't even know how to write the word responsibility.
Right?"
"Baby," his palms were slightly sweaty, Yan Zisong took a step forward to hold her shoulders, and quickly escaped from this fatal movie theater front porch and this extremely angry topic, "I only care about you.
Responsible."
"Don't touch me." Qin Xiaoman's disgusted eyes flashed stubbornly for the second time, "Then you used to..." He bit his lips tightly and took a deep breath for the second time, "You slept with a few people.
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Yan Zisong almost looked at this girl who had always been weak and shy like an alien.
She was actually able to ask this kind of thing so loudly and confidently now. He really didn't know whether he should be happy or sad.
She, half an hour ago, was looking miserable and choked with tears, two hours ago, she was still asking him about his preferences with a cheerful face, three hours ago, she was coquettishly dragging him to take a photo of some kind of photo, and now this beautiful picture
There was only unquestionable firmness left on his pitiful face, leaving no room for negotiation.
"No, let me just talk..."
"Yan Zisong!" The man was suddenly interrupted in the middle of his words. Qin Xiaoman's big eyes that were originally full of mist suddenly changed their expressions, staring into his eyes scorchingly, "If you don't even want to do this,
To be honest, is there any point in us staying together?!"
Perhaps it was because he felt guilty towards her, or he was shocked by the girl's completely abnormal situation and couldn't recover for a while. The originally careful and witty man made a series of fatal mistakes for the first time.
"Just one or two."
Disappointment and sadness surged into those charming apricot eyes at the same time. Qin Xiaoman turned around and left without saying a word.
"Wait a minute." Yan Zisong hurriedly took her hand and scratched her stylish hair helplessly, "This is normal. After all, I was almost twenty years old when I fell in love with you."
"I hate being deceived the most." After saying that, Qin Xiaoman turned around again.
"Hey," Yan Zisong still held on tightly and refused to let go, Qiqi Aiai said, "Actually, there are three or four..."
The girl broke free from the restraint on her arm and turned away again.
"No," Yan Zisong quickly stepped in front of her, blocking the way, "What's wrong with you?"
"How many?" Her face was lifeless and serious, and the question was still sharp and unwilling. The man who was blinded by this embarrassing question did not notice for a moment that in this girl who was obsessed with such an abnormal question,
On her face, there were no expressions such as pain, jealousy, or blame. She just asked questions mechanically, as if she had planned them in advance, waiting for the expected answer.
"Seven." Yan Zisong answered honestly, frowning sadly in his heart and wishing he could slap himself in the mouth.