Qiu Liluo was in an ambiguous posture, with his face pressed against her earlobe. When he glanced towards the woods again from the corner of his eye, the blue figure had already disappeared.
He... it was still him... after all, he wouldn't say anything? Instead, he would just leave silently.
If... if it doesn't go as expected by Qiu Liluo, from the perspective of the woods, it can create the illusion of a borrowed kiss. It seems that his plan has been successful.
Actually, Qiu Liluo didn't want this, but it was Jian Yixi who provoked him first, so don't blame him for treating others the same way.
He didn't want to say these words to hurt her, but she went too far. If she hadn't repeated them over and over again, how could he have been hurt from heaven to hell.
This Qiu Liluo is not Jian Yixi who only knows how to give but not take... nor is he An Yixu who chooses to escape. He is just that Qiu Liluo, not the one who humblely begs for her mercy and love.
He has already humbled himself... Why should he continue to humble himself endlessly... If he can't get the love that belongs to him, then he would rather not have it.
He couldn't see her expression, but he only knew that after he finished speaking those words, her body trembled violently.
Qiu Liluo didn't seem to take it seriously. Compared with everything he had suffered, this verbal irony was nothing at all.
"Do you know why I didn't kiss you?"
"..."
Qian Weiran felt more and more that Qiu Liluo had changed, and she was afraid to approach him anymore. The gentle, affectionate, understanding, considerate and tolerant person he used to be was gone?
Why, Qian Weiran thinks he is so scary now.
"It's not just Jian Yixi who has mysophobia... I have the same..."
After saying this, Luo Ren stopped approaching her. He would not touch a woman who had been touched by others, let alone in front of him.
Qiu Liluo felt that she was enough. How many times had she violated her principles for her sake? How many exceptions had she made?
He now wants to be the noble noble son with an elegant and bohemian temperament, instead of being like those people who are willing to be idiots to guard her, knowing clearly that the person she likes will not be like him, but still deceiving himself and others.
Qiu Liluo glanced at her, who was almost demented, and left without looking back.
Qian Weiran was simply frightened by such a strange Qiu Liluo. He actually... called himself dirty?
He doesn't bother to touch it, does he?
What does it mean that Jian Yixi is not the only one with mysophobia? What exactly does he mean? Why does she feel so sad when he says this? Why?
Qian Weiran could only barely support her body by leaning on the tree. She slowly sat down on the cold pebbles along the trunk of the tree, but she could not feel the slightest chill.
Because what is colder than the body is the heart. If the heart is cold, the coldness of the body does not matter.
She also didn't expect that the solution she hoped to solve the problem would actually become the root cause of the problem. Qiu Liluo seemed to be no longer willing to deal with her, and their relationship became increasingly tense.
She didn't know if her choice was the right one. She only knew that Jian Yixi was someone she deserved to give her all to. Jian Yixi had paid so much for her, and she shouldn't let him down.
And what about Qiu Liluo? What about An Yixu? Even Mu Qingcheng, do they deserve to have to pay so much?
Qian Weiran didn't know anymore... She stood there and didn't want to know at all... She thought she was identifying with Jian Yixi, but why, when they decided to give up on her, her heart felt inexplicable pain.