Looking coldly at Shangguan Wudao's frivolous smile, Yan Xiaolan was stunned for a long time, and finally uttered two words, "Damn it!"
Shangguan Wudao was slightly stunned for a moment, and then an even more drunken smile gently rippled on his face.
"By the way, the man named Zhang still seems to care about you, and you still care about him, right?"
When Shangguan Wudao suddenly mentioned Zhang Haotian, a familiar face, a familiar figure, and a cruel memory gradually appeared in Yan Xiaolan's mind.
It takes ten years to cross the same boat, and a hundred years to sleep together. It takes five hundred times to look back at the past life before we can pass by each other in this life. There are some people that we can never wait for in our lifetime, let alone fall in love with. And some people, when we meet,
We've been there, we've waited, but we don't know how to cherish it.
It is so rare to fall in love with someone, but it is so easy to lose someone. In a blink of an eye, all the oaths made by each other are like a wisp of smoke and disappear into the distance.
Yan Xiaolan and Zhang Haotian once met and fell in love, but in the end they went their separate ways. Those vows they made before the flowers and under the moon can no longer be fulfilled in this life. Holding hands, watching the regrets, the other half in my heart gradually faded away.
Far.
Letting go is a kind of helplessness and heartbreaking.
At this moment, the sadness in Yan Xiaolan's eyes was inadvertently revealed, and Shangguan Wudao felt that he had seen it before, only for Yan to come back. He couldn't help but hugged Yan Xiaolan tightly, and a tear fell from Yan Xiaolan's pupils.
Before his eyes!
This guy is very hateful, so disgusting. Sadness never lasts long, the terrible thing is that it appears often. After a while, the sadness in Yan Xiaolan's heart was replaced by another emotion called disgust. She couldn't bear to open her eyes.
What she saw was that she was still in such ambiguous contact with the guy who disgusted her: his bathrobe was half loose and loose, her body was hugged tightly by him, and her face was twitching due to the forceful squeeze of the posture.
It was closely attached to the skin on his chest...warm, hot, burning!
"Not answering is acquiescing!" Catching the corner of Yan Xiaolan's eyes, Shangguan Wudao's eyebrows were tangled for a while, and there was an obvious coldness at the end of his eyes.
He, Shangguan Wudao, would never tolerate the woman in his arms, and he could not forget even the slightest bit about other men.
"Hmm~ What does it have to do with you?" Yan Xiaolan turned her head away, avoiding Shangguan Wudao's cannibalistic eyes.
"The woman in my arms must think of me as the foundation of her thoughts all the time, every second!" Shangguan Wudao's domineering attitude is a bit scary, and even more perverted.
Yan Xiaolan struggled angrily, her hands dancing with her thoughts and instincts, trying to break away from Shangguan Wudao's terrifying embrace. She struggled, struggled... but in the end it was to no avail. The disparity in strength between men and women was too great!
Shangguan Wudao looked at Yan Xiaolan in his arms, unable to resist, and he suddenly felt very familiar.
The past comes with memories, and time flies by, and he can never go back to the past. That person always lingers in his heart, overflowing from time to time, making him lose control of his emotions!
Three years ago, the woman he loved was struggling feebly in his arms with such pain.
Three years ago, he also said the same thing to the woman he loved, but...
Xinyue...Murong Xinyue was supposed to be his woman.
It's his!
Seeing the sudden pain in Shangguan Wudao's eyes, Yan Xiaolan was in a daze: Is he depressed because of his own incompetence? He is so cute.
"No, definitely not!"
Soon, Yan Xiaolan rejected her idea. She was very self-aware. This occasional random assumption only happened for a moment.
However, the pain in Shangguan Wudao's eyes clearly still existed, and Yan Xiaolan saw it very clearly.
Yan Xiaolan, Shangguan Wudao. Two people, two kinds of sadness, each one is so heartbreaking that it makes people shed tears.
But Shangguan Wudao is worthy of being Shangguan Wudao. Whenever he finds sadness coming, he can quickly stop it from continuing to develop. He adjusts his mentality and returns to his normal state again.
"From now on, be my woman obediently." As if he had seen through what was going on in Yan Xiaolan's heart, Shangguan Wudao suddenly restrained her and wanted to leave his body, and said in a deep voice.