Just after she left for a while, Xuanyuan Che came.
When he came, Xiaoxiao was in a daze looking at the trees full of hibiscus flowers.
She was wondering why she felt so reluctant to leave when she really wanted to leave.
She admitted that she liked Xuanyuan Che, but most of the reason why she liked him was because of his face that was exactly the same as Situ Xia's.
If not, how could she fall in love with a violent man in such a short period of time?
Even though he was no longer violent towards her and even liked him a little bit, she still didn't want to stay.
After all, he is not Situ Xia, and he cannot give him what he wants.
The reason why he is somewhat interested in her now is just because in his eyes, he is different from other women.
Besides himself, is there any other woman who dares not to take Xuanyuan Che seriously? Besides himself, is there any other woman who dares to beat him and scold Xuanyuan Che?
It was just her, so he found it interesting. It was the first time he met such a woman, such a bold woman.
However, how long can this interest last? One month, two months, or three months?
When his patience was worn away by himself, he probably wouldn't even look at her again.
Even if he really likes her, so what? With a lot of concubines, can a man give him what he wants?
If she couldn't be the only one in his heart, she would rather leave.
While this love has just sprouted, pull it out of your heart as soon as possible.
It may hurt, but it won’t hurt for long.
She was so lost in thought that he had already walked behind her, but she had no idea.
The body was gently embraced by the person behind him.
His chin rested on her head, and his faint fragrance enveloped her.
Long arms wrapped around her slender waist.
"Weiyang."
It was the first time he called his name so gently.
Not a dead girl, not Xia Weiyang, not a cheap maid.
Xiaoxiao couldn't adapt. His gentleness came too suddenly, leaving her at a loss.