This time, Du Jiawen didn't argue with her anymore. Listening to her narration, the compassionate tenderness in his chest lightly surfaced on the surface of his skin, leaving him in a daze for a moment.
It turns out that there is a feeling called heartache.
"You are an unfortunate girl." He concluded.
However, Xiang Xiaochuang felt somewhat unhappy because of his deep sympathy: "Unfortunateness in life will inspire us to have the confidence to climb the peak, strengthen our will, and have the courage to forge ahead."
Du Jiawen rarely argued with her, but just smiled lightly: "It seems that I am so lucky. I was destined to have status and status at birth, and I have never paid anything for money..."
"That's true, but I don't envy you."
"Oh?" Du Jiawen smiled in surprise, probably thinking that she was just a stubborn duck with a tough mouth.
"It's true." Xiang Xiaochuang looked into his eyes seriously, "I know that you have held the golden key since you were a child, and you want to get wind and rain. But you are not happy, and you don't know what you will get.
It will make you happy. But I am different. Even an unexpected overtime pay, a red envelope handed over by the boss, Xiaoling’s dialysis result is good, and she passed the exam will make me happy. Maybe you will never understand this.
.”
Du Jiawen carefully recalled that the road he walked did not seem to leave such a mark of ecstasy. Instead, it was full of confusion, confusion and annoyance.
"It's much better now. It doesn't hurt anymore. Thank you, Du...Jiawen."
Xiang Xiaochuang looked at him thoughtfully, and stopped stroking with his fingers. He hurriedly withdrew his feet and jumped to the entrance to put on his slippers.
"Well, I'll teach you how to dance." Du Jiawen stood up and looked at her pink face.
Huh? Xiang Xiaochuang turned his head in embarrassment. The sky outside the window had completely darkened. Dancing at home in the middle of the night? Wasn't he stimulated today?
"I'll play a waltz." Du Jiawen said, going to the CD rack to flip through the CD.
Xiang Xiaochuang stood in the center of the living room wearing slippers, confused for a moment. Even if he wanted to make up for it, was it necessary to seize this minute or two?
"There is a dance the day after tomorrow..." Du Jiawen said, walking towards Xiang Xiaochuang.
Hearing the word "dance", Xiang Xiaochuang's head immediately became as big as a bucket. He waved his hands and politely declined: "You don't need to take me there. Anyway, you are never short of female companions. You can just choose whoever you want to attend."
Du Jiawen's soft arc just now suddenly grew thorns again. Xiang Xiaochuang closed his mouth, not knowing how he accidentally offended him again.
"You want me to bring someone else?"
The chill in his tone was clearly audible even from a distance of two meters. Xiang Xiaochuang did not dare to nod rashly and stammered in explanation: "Uh...that's not what I meant. I was afraid that you would be like today."
Same, I can’t enjoy myself to the fullest, so I’d like to make a suggestion…”
"Humph!" Du Jiawen snorted coldly, and stepped in front of her in two or three steps. He grabbed her chin and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Xiang Xiaochuang, don't think that just because I treat you particularly favorably, you can be pampered. I don't like such a woman the most!"
Xiang Xiaochuang secretly smiled bitterly. She didn't ask him to like her. Besides, why did she rely on pampering? Where did the pampering come from? How could she be pampered? She grew up in an orphanage, and she had never tasted the feeling of pampering.