"Wushuang, I hope you can be happy, and I hope you can put aside everything and only think about yourself. I would rather you be selfish and willful than compromise."
Wushuang stared at him blankly, watching him turn and leave.
She was the only one left in the room.
Mist gradually gathered in her eyes, she pulled the quilt away, Wushuang covered her face tightly, and could no longer hold back and sobbed softly.
After that night, Ouyang Che never appeared again.[
Wushuang started dating a man every day, and they were all very nice to her, even respectful.
They are also rare talents.
No matter who she is, she is suitable to marry.
But none of them is Ouyang Che, the person she likes...
Wushuang found it hard to accept the thought of marrying one of them and having children.
What Ouyang Che said when he left that day lingers in her mind every day, and she can't get rid of it.
Can she really tolerate doing intimate things with other men?
The answer is of course no!
But, she had no choice. She could only choose one of them, and she couldn't choose Ouyang Che.
"careful!"
Wushuang, who was distracted, almost stepped into a sand pit on the beach. The man next to her grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him.
As soon as Wushuang leaned against him, he smelled a strange male scent.
As if she had an instinctive reaction, her body subconsciously moved away from him, and she hurriedly pulled her hand away from his.
Her face turned pale.
Because she realized one thing, she simply couldn't stand the touch of other men.
I can't even bear to be close!
The man looked at her in surprise, then quickly regained his composure, with a gentle smile on his face, and his gentle eyes were full of tolerance.
Wushuang tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and said to him apologetically: "Sorry, I just got distracted."
"It doesn't matter, I'm a boring person, and everyone will be distracted when I'm with them. I should say sorry to you, I made you feel boring." The man said with a smile, joking to himself.[
He didn't mean to blame her at all, he was just telling the truth.
Wushuang was still very apologetic: "This has nothing to do with you, it's my problem."
"Miss, let's go there and sit down and rest for a while," the man said, changing the subject.
"Okay." Out of guilt, Wushuang followed him to the pavilion built by the sea and sat down.
The man sat opposite her.
Wushuang smiled slightly at him, thinking to herself, what is this person's name?
Yes, his name is Li Mu.
The reason why I remember his name is that his name has the same pronunciation as the great poet Li Mu.
"Mr. Li..."
"Calling Mr. Li is too foreign. Miss, please call me Li Mu." Li Mu interrupted her with a smile.
From the moment we met, this man was smiling.
The smile on his lips has never changed.
It was so natural, as if it was a mark on his face that could not be removed.
To be honest, Wushuang had a pretty good impression of him.
She smiled and said directly: "Li Mu, you are the last person on the list. I have gotten to know the people in front of me. They are very good, and you are also very good, but I still can't like any of you.
one."
Li Mu was not surprised at all by what she said. He smiled and asked, "So the lady didn't choose anyone, right?"
Wushuang shook his head: "Even if you don't like it, you still have to choose one."
