Nangong Minglu came to her senses first, smiled sweetly, took Han Xiyan's arm with her backhand, and leaned her head on Han Xiyan's shoulder affectionately.
"We are dating! Can't you tell?" Nangong Minglu seemed a little shy and uncontrollably proud as she glanced at Han Xiyan beside her.
Two blushes appeared on her cheeks at the right time, proving that what she said was true, and she had indeed secretly made a secret promise to Prince Xiyan.
——No wonder Han Xiyan always praises her for her good acting skills and that she can deceive everyone in the world!
——Even she almost believed it herself!
Nangong Minglu secretly praised herself, but she could not suppress the sadness in her chest.
Nangong Minglu worked hard to calm down her mood - don't let him affect any of your emotions anymore...
He doesn't deserve it...
He is just a love liar...
——Nangong Minglu said this to herself repeatedly in her heart.
...Ling Haotian also believed it!
The veins on his forehead popped out...
His fists were clenched tightly at his sides...
His eyes were burning with raging anger, as if he would rush over and kill him in the next second!
Nangong Minglu held Han Xiyan's arm tightly and looked at Ling Haotian standing opposite her.
——Why is he angry?
What right does he have to be angry?
He doesn't love her!
The kindness he used to her was just toying with her!
Could it be...
He couldn't bear to see how happy she was now?
Does he have to be happy if she is ruined, completely defeated, hiding at home and never dares to go out again?
Nangong shivered openly...
Han Xiyan noticed the subtle movement. He tightened his hand on Nangong Minglu's shoulder, lowered his head and asked with concern: "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
The low whispers and private conversations were like the whispering between lovers, which severely stimulated Ling Haotian's nerves!
The fist hanging by his side was clenched tighter...
The anger in his eyes that wanted to kill slowly disappeared...
Instead, there is a deep-seated disappointment and sadness...
Nangong Minglu leaned next to Han Xiyan and stared at him quietly.
——What is he disappointed about?
Is he disappointed at his friend's betrayal?
What is he grieving for?
He is grieving. Is she still living happily after she left him?
The pain of being betrayed by her lover suddenly surged into her chest again...
She stood on tiptoes and placed a gentle kiss on Han Xiyan's cheek like a dragonfly...
Han Xiyan's world seemed to have stopped at this moment...
He clearly knew that her love for him was just a show.
He clearly knew that her love was like a beautiful poppy, and its peerless beauty was also its peerless poison.
He clearly knows that she is the indispensable air for friends, the air that will suffocate friends if they lose it, and she will never belong to him...
But.
Her light kiss.
Soft kiss.
Fragrant kiss.
It reflected on his cheeks and took root in his heart, blooming with peerless beauty...
How, how much he hopes that she is his...
Let him be selfish this time!
Let him be selfish just this once!
At this moment, keep her by his side, pretending that she is his at this moment, even if the next moment, let him bear the destruction of the world!
…
Nangong Minglu put down her tiptoes, and the moment her feet landed on the ground, her heart fell to the bottom...
What is she doing?
Her eyes quickly passed over Ling Haotian's face.
Ling Haotian was looking at it in pain, with deep-rooted pain in his eyes...
She should be happy, right?
She took revenge on him severely!
She should be happy!
Yes or no?
But why did his hurt look make her heart hurt so hard?
