The man pulled Qing Wu into his arms completely, tightening his arms so tightly that she almost couldn't breathe.
"Are you okay? Are you injured?"
Qingwu stared at the man's nervous expression in surprise, his two thick eyebrows knitted together, hot sweat flowed down his face, with a strong masculine smell, falling on her chest, and she suddenly felt her breath
It's not smooth. I don't know if it's because he hugged her too tightly or because he couldn't stand him looking at her like this.
"How could I be hurt? I'm fine..." Her words were a little awkward, and she pushed the man's arm with both hands.
Seeing that he had no intention of letting go of her, she said, "Madman, please let go of your hand. It's easy for people to misunderstand if you hold me like this."
"Misunderstanding?" He murmured, and his sharp black eyes glanced at Han Shikai, who was snickering at the side.
Suddenly something seemed to come to mind.
"Han Shikai, how dare you lie to me? You lied to me that she was kidnapped and locked up in a suite in this hotel. You——!"
Huo Chengxi glared angrily at Han Shikai, who was standing proudly on the side, while Han Shikai waved his hands, looking indifferent, "I didn't lie, I was the one who kidnapped her, and she is indeed locked up here."
Qingwu looked at Huo Chengxi's stern face with tense lines, and stared at Han Shikai slowly walking out of the suite with displeased eyes.
"where you go?"
Huo Chengxi stopped him.
"I'm going...on a date." Han Shikai narrowed his charming eyes, turned around and walked out of the room, closing the door, "I wish you a happy date too."
"Han Shikai!!" Huo Chengxi yelled at the closed door, hating and angry.
Qingwu stood there, looking at him with her beautiful eyes, and a sweet voice flowed slowly from her delicate lips, "Madman, can you let me go? Since those were misunderstandings just now, you are facing
It's useless for Han Shikai to get angry after leaving."
In fact, she didn't struggle, and was hugged tightly by him. When she saw him hurried over covered with sweat, she immediately hugged her, hugging her warmly, even holding her arms a little painful, and clasping her arms.
Her slender waist made her body almost blend into his.
He turned his eyes and stared at her deeply with his dark eyes. Under the crystal lamp, his eyes shone with dazzling light. There were a few wisps of tenderness and affectionate thoughts in his eyes, mixed with a few wisps of lightness.
doubts.
She stared at him seriously, feeling that his gaze and his heartbeat were swallowing her up bit by bit...
"I said let go, don't look at me like this..."
Her watery eyes were like waves, and she lowered her eyes uncomfortably. Her voice also changed slightly, perhaps even she didn't know it, it was as sweet and light as if it was dyed with honey.
The man's handsome eyes stared at her for a long time... one hand moved away from her waist and lifted her chin. There was a look of embarrassment and shyness on her pink cheeks.
Qingwu bit her lip and her breathing became rapid. She didn't know that when she looked at him, her heartbeat felt faster. In fact, he was just looking at her, without kissing or excessive physical contact. Why was she so nervous?
Almost suffocating.
"But I like looking at you like this. Don't you like being nervous?"
Being...nervous, being cared about?
She started blinking constantly, because she was nervous, thinking, and escaping, just like escaping from the memories of her past.
"I don't like it." She squeezed her relaxed fingers tightly, then took a deep breath, her eyes became cold, "You forgot that I once said that I have a husband, children, and someone I love deeply.
.A woman only needs the care of the man she loves deeply. She only wants that man to be nervous for her. No matter how much other men care, it is actually superfluous."
"Then the man you love deeply is the same person as your husband?" His words were surprisingly calm. In the past, he would have asked frantically. However, he gradually understood that love cannot be obtained by taking it away.
, Love needs to touch the other person with sincerity, and soften the other person's heart with his gentle eyes. Even an iron heart is made of flesh after all. Who has not been moved by those affectionate eyes?
Similarly, Qingwu was moved by his affectionate gaze at this time. His words were obviously a question. He asked her if the person she loved was her husband, but she found that her throat was choked and she could not speak.
This mystery trapped her.
Did she really love Wenxuan? Are Wenxuan and the vaguely handsome male face deep in her memory the same person?
In fact, she didn't know either, she was just afraid that Wenxuan and "he" were not the same person.
"Can't answer?" His sharp eagle-like eyes had already cut through her deliberate disguise. She pretended to be calm and indifferent, but the uncertainty in her eyes was the answer.
"Actually, there is always someone in your heart. Are you deliberately forgetting to punish that person?" His hand moved to her shoulder, scratching her painfully because he started to get slightly excited. "If you want to punish him, then
People will definitely accept that in the past, he was the one who was sorry for you, so you were willing to punish him in such a cruel way, pretending not to know him, and looking at him like a stranger, just like now..."
Her eyes were strange and cold, like thousands of ice blades inserted into his chest. The pain that was about to heal in the past was torn open by her again. She could choose to hate him, blame him, or even take revenge on him.
It's okay to let his body suffer any kind of pain.
But the most ridiculous thing in the world is that she pretended not to know him. Even after they relived their passion that night, she could still calmly tell him that we shouldn't meet.
In fact, he was the one who couldn't let go. Facing her, he couldn't tell whether she was the Xia Zhitong who deliberately concealed her memory, or the Qingwu who carried the shadow of Xia Zhitong.
She slowly pushed him away, and her soft body, which had once made him forget the warm and fragrant nephrite, left his arms. Her eyes continued to maintain a cold temperature, and her tone was deliberately light. "Sir, who have I loved?
Who lives in my heart, how I want to love, and how I love, it seems to have nothing to do with you. I don’t understand what you are talking about, maybe you are connecting me with a certain woman again."
Huo Chengxi's heart was cut deeply by her again.
She continued, "Thank you very much for rushing in so nervously to save me, but I have something to do soon and I have to go to the doctor in a hurry."
Turn around, grab the small bag next to you, and walk past him.
"I'll take you there!"
He calmed down his mood and said to her back.
"I..." She turned around, clasped her fingers on the edge of the bag, and tightened it slightly, "No need."
She walked out of the room and never looked back.
Huo Chengxi stood in the center of the room. The soft blue carpet was like a vast ocean at the moment. He who once controlled everything by turning his hands for clouds and rain could only stand helplessly.
If he missed it once, he couldn't miss it again. Even if he gave up, he would have to do so after knowing the truth.
He rushed out of the room and took her arm. She was getting tired of his pursuit and glared at him fiercely. He hugged her and she started to kick and hit him with her legs and hands.
"Hit me, hate me, keep going! I won't let you continue to look at me like a stranger, I want you to remember me again!"
His chest pressed against her, as heavy as a rock. Her back pressed against the marble, feeling slightly chilled. Her beautiful eyes stared at him, and she was about to speak——
His lips captured hers, extremely tenderly, kissing every inch of her skin with familiarity.
He closed his eyes, as if he had forgotten everything, and kissed the full lips greedily...
But in her misty eyes, she reflected the man in her dream, with thick eyebrows as sharp as swords, thick black eyelashes, a handsome nose, and the lingering masculine aura in her mind, stimulating those in her brain.