All of them at least showed his painstaking efforts.
The treatment of a princess, the honor and favor of a concubine...
Even if you just treat it as an item, you will use your heart, and all this is based on your own deception!
I don't love him, I just use him.
I really shouldn't have quarreled with him again...
But after all the fights, how can I take them back?
Huanyan couldn't help but reflect...
I, sometimes I am a little too arrogant?
Recently, I have become more and more fond of quarrels with him, and repeatedly challenge his endurance bottom line.
Because I seemed to know in my heart that no matter how I challenged him, like a little hedgehog, he would forgive himself in the end, look at him with doting, and hold himself in his arms, as if that embrace always belonged to him.
But... maybe she was wrong...
Yes, she is too arrogant and arrogant.
Why is she?
She is just a substitute!
At this moment, Situ Chenjue suddenly spoke coldly:
"I'm full."
"ah?"
"I'm going back." Situ Chenjue threw down his napkin and stood up.
"Go back...where to go?"
"Go home!" he said coldly.
"Uh..." Huanyan was slightly stunned, and suddenly felt her mood sinking.
"Didn't you say... stay here tonight?"
"I can't stay now!" Situ Chenjue snorted, "I spent so much money and so much effort, not to listen to a woman who is twitching with me! I'm not in the mood!"
"I……"
"No need for you, you, I don't want to see you now."
"Chen Jue..." After biting his lip, Huanyan slowly stood up, "I...I didn't mean to argue with you."
"If it wasn't intentional, it would be even more hateful, which means you are not born to be a woman who listens to men. If you can't be my sweetheart, no matter how hard you try, it will be useless."
He ignored her and walked away with a handsome figure, disappearing at the end of the grass.
Huanyan stood there blankly, for some reason, and her heart was a little sad.
For a moment, my nose was red and I felt a little suffocating...
He, can he be so petty?
It was because he was too rude to speak, so he was just angry...
However, I must have forgotten...
I forgot that I could live by his favor, and I forgot that I am...
It seems that I have been so proud recently...
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Huanyan sat there blankly. Seeing this, a sweet-looking waiter walked over slowly with concern: "Madam, you don't matter, right?"
"I...I'm nothing."
Huanyan suppresses his sadness.
"Why do I see your eyes a little red... do you need a handkerchief?"
"No need." Huanyan smiled, but the smile was fragile and seemed to disappear at any time.
She stood up and said, "I'll go back first."
He held his arm on the way he came, as if all the scenery was ahead.
When I went back, I was alone.
In fact, it’s also very good to be alone. She used to be alone.
I am used to reading books alone, traveling alone, shopping alone, and drinking coffee alone.
But why, now she is beginning to feel that she is not used to being alone?
Why is it that a person is free and easy to be his favorite?