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Chapter Thirty-Eight Can I Go?

"What are you doing here?" Du Jiawen's eyes flashed with anger.

"I..." she opened her mouth, frightened by his anger and became a little incoherent, "I read books and do exercises... I didn't know that the study room was so important, I just think it's very suitable here..."

If she had known earlier, she would have done the exercises on the dining table. She just liked this book-filled room, so she chose to read here.

Du Jiawen stared at her suspiciously, which made Xiang Xiaochuang feel angry. His black and white eyes no longer deliberately avoided it, but stared straight at him.

"I'm not interested in your so-called secrets at all. Of course, if there is evidence in it that can defeat you, I might be happy to look for it."

Xiang Xiaochuang tried his best to support his body with his hands, not wanting to show weakness in front of him.

Du Jiawen lowered his eyes and saw a book of exercises spread out on the desk. There were dots of circles and red and blue handwriting on it, showing that the owner of the book was quite serious and hardworking.

With a groan, Du Jiawen left his back to her.

"Change and let's go out for dinner."

Xiang Xiaochuang opened his mouth to refute, but when he thought of his anger just now, his legs finally softened and he fell down on the chair.

The moon is very beautiful today. It just stood out from the dark clouds and dotted the night sky like a jade plate.

A drop of tear finally fell suddenly on the exercise book, blurring the lines written with ballpoint pen. All of this always reminded her of her shameful identity. When will he be able to let go?

she?

So, after drinking half a glass of red wine at the dinner table, Xiang Xiaochuang plucked up the courage to ask this question.

"Is there a time limit? One day when I get tired of you, I will let you go." Du Jiawen turned the wine glass, his movements were indescribably graceful, like an ancient prince, with an innate sense of nobility that made people dare not disobey him.

The command.

"Then when will you get tired of me?" Xiang Xiaochuang asked with hope.

In fact, Du Jiawen's heart had begun to accumulate anger. This was the first time that a woman asked him about the deadline for being a lover. Usually, these were the last attempts by him to communicate, and the other party showed the most tender side of a woman and wanted to

He could keep her for even one more hour.

"With a woman like you, maybe I'll get tired of it in less than a day!"

Xiang Xiaochuang was stunned for a moment, his face turned slightly pale, but his eyes soon shined: "Really? Am I tired of you now? Can I... leave?"

The last three words, seeing the dark clouds on his face, almost swallowed them back. After mustering up enough courage, I reluctantly spit them out.

As if he was exploded by thunder, anger came out of the blue, dark clouds covered the sky, and even the surrounding air was dizzy, Xiang Xiaochuang quickly lowered his head to eat.

"You really want to leave me?" Du Jiawen asked through gritted teeth, "You still think about Shen Sidian, right?"

Hearing Shen Sidian's name, Xiang Xiaochuang's hand shook, and a shrimp ball fell out of the plate. That name was still burning on her heart like a soldering iron.

Even without deep love, he was once the closest man in her life.

Her performance made Du Jiawen furious. And the way she remained silent made his teeth itch with hatred and created a surge of sour water in his heart.

"He treated you like that, and you still think about him? Don't you have dignity and personality? You don't know how long he has been with others without telling you, and now you still miss him! What is so good about him that he deserves this from you?

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