Huang Xiaojue's hand paused suddenly and hugged Mo Xiaoran even harder, feeling extremely complicated.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier that you loved An Ran..." Mo Xiaoran unconsciously poured out all the bitterness in her heart, holding the corner of Huang Xiaojue's clothes with his little hands, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.
The voice was confused and very real, "You are so bad..."
Huang Xiaojue looked at the person in his arms deeply, and he could feel her body trembling slightly.
"I'm sorry..." Huang Xiaojue gently kissed her little mouth, stopping her from talking endlessly.
The feeling of wetness came from her lips, and Mo Xiaoran struggled, but her hands were locked up. Gradually, she calmed down and stopped moving.
Hearing her steady breathing, he lay on the bed with her tightly held her, her brown eyes gazing at her gently.
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The next day, when Mo Xiaoran woke up, it was already dawn. She rubbed her waist with one hand and sat up with difficulty with the other.
My waist seems a little sore...it's like I've been tightly strangled...what's going on?
But she didn't have the heart to think about this. At this moment, her mind was clearly replaying the dream of last night. In the dream, Huang Xiaojue hugged her tightly, kissed her, and said to her, Xiaoran, I'm sorry...
But when she woke up from the dream, all the warmth and love were gone, and what was left was a lonely coldness. She looked at the empty bed, her eyes were empty and unconscious.
He didn't even sleep with her...
Mo Xiaoran shook her head bitterly, and she moved out today and returned to her own dilapidated and dangerous bungalow. She would rather hide from debts every day as before, than see Huang Xiaojue and An Ran again.
She should never be sad anymore, she wants to be a happy Mo Xiaoran again.
He got up and went to the bathroom to wash. Mo Xiaoran looked at himself in the mirror and was speechless in shock.
Her face...is nothing!
The redness and swelling have completely disappeared, and a small face has returned to its original whiteness and tenderness.
She remembered that she didn't apply medicine last night. Could it be Huang Xiaojue...
No, no...how could it be him...Mo Xiaoran, you are not allowed to be self-indulgent!
Mo Xiaoran shook her head hard, dispelled this idea, and gave herself a reason to "heat recovery."
After washing up, Mo Xiaoran decisively began to pack her things. In fact, there were few things that belonged to her in this villa. Her clothes were bought by Huang Xiaojue for her, and his mobile phone was also his.
The exquisite bracelet with the word "Jue" written on the wrist of the left hand...
She silently put the small white mobile phone on the table and slowly unbuttoned the bracelet...
She believed that Huang Xiaojue's original intention was not to give this bracelet to her.
It belongs to Anran, not her...
She smiled bitterly, put the bracelet next to her phone, then looked up and looked around the spacious large room for the last time.
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