"I didn't mean that... I just... I meant... it's not like that anyway..." Xiang Xiaochuang stuttered and tried to explain, but his face became swollen and redder, as if he was about to bleed.
Du Jiawen stared at her for a while, and for some reason, suddenly laughed.
"What's that like?" He wanted to ask one more question, and looking at Xiang Xiaochuang's confused look made him feel particularly cute.
Maybe he was a little confused in his sleep. Xiang Xiaochuang showed a rare childlike attitude and slightly pursed his lips: "It's normal for you to be intimate with your fiancée..." Before he could finish the sentence, he heard Du Jiawen burst into laughter, and it seemed that
Very happy.
Xiang Xiaochuang blushed and stared at him without speaking.
"Next time you see Chen Sijia, don't run around, as if you are acting with a guilty conscience. You have no confidence at all."
Where can she find the confidence? Can she, a lover with a false reputation and a false reputation, challenge his real fiancée? No matter how you look at it, she is the wronged party, right?
"She has such a right..." Xiang Xiaochuang felt a tightness in his chest and lazily didn't want to move.
"Who gave her such rights?" Du Jiawen snorted coldly.
"She is your fiancée, so she has such rights."
"You really don't know what you are thinking. She is my fiancée, but have I married her? When I marry her and become my wife, I may still have three rights." Du Jiawen looked disdainful.
"Isn't the so-called fiancée the one you want to marry home as your wife?"
"How did you learn Chinese?" Du Jiawen lectured with a serious face, "Fiancée and fiancee, the prerequisite is that they are still unmarried. Where do you get the rights? There is no legal protection at all!"
Isn't this - an obvious strong argument? Xiang Xiaochuang's head was a little confused. He couldn't think of what to say to refute, and he tilted his head dullly: "I'm going to sleep. I won't argue with you. You have too many absurd arguments."
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"It's also true." Du Jiawen responded promptly.
Xiang Lanchuang was about to explode with anger. His theories were obviously fallacious over and over again, but he spoke them so confidently that it seemed that only what he said was the truth.
"I'm going to take a shower." The 36th tactic in Sun Tzu's Art of War is to go first. Xiang Xiaochuang felt that he had no other moves except this one.
"Okay, do you want me to help you?" Du Jiawen looked at her angry little face and suddenly felt that teasing her was the first pleasure in his life.
"No!" Xiang Xiaochuang responded reflexively, and had already slipped into the bathroom. Listening to the faint sound of rushing water, a smile appeared on Du Jiawen's face, but the meaning was somewhat unclear.
His love for Xiang Xiaochuang may not fade away so easily. Maybe Xiang Xiaochuang can break his record of changing lovers in half a year...
As I thought about it, an atmosphere of ambiguity arose in my head.
As soon as Xiang Xiaochuang came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, he was hugged by Du Jiawen: "It seems you don't like wearing pajamas... I don't need this bath towel. It's just unnecessary."
He grabbed a corner of the towel, and Xiang Xiaochuang rolled onto the bed. Of course, he was naked, and he was immediately ashamed and angry.
"Du Jiawen!"
With an evil smile, Du Jiawen rushed forward: "I know, you can't wait any longer..."
The entanglement in a room just kicked off the midnight...