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cold war

When Gu Mingxi woke up from pain the next day, he opened his eyes and saw a cold and stern face reflected in his eyes. His dark eyes were stained with ink, so deep that there was no end in sight.

"Does it hurt?" Long Pei's deep voice was emotionless.

Gu Mingxi's confused mind took a long time to react. He lowered his eyes, lifted the quilt without saying a word, bent down to pick up the pajamas on the ground, and was about to fall to the ground out of control.

Long Pei hugged her quickly with quick eyes and hands, and pressed her hard into his arms so that she could not see his expression. He said in a low voice, "I'm sorry." I hurt you.

"That's not it..." After a long silence, he muttered.

"Um?"

You smelled of perfume last night. When the words came to your lips, you swallowed them silently. You raised your head and looked into his deep eagle eyes, and gently tugged at the corners of your lips, "It's nothing."

She was not familiar with the brand of perfume, but she could vaguely determine who liked to wear that perfume! The two nights he disappeared every year, it turned out that he was with "her".

If that's the case, why do you want to come back and treat her like this?

Long Pei didn't like the way she hesitated to speak. He frowned and asked patiently again: "What is it?"

Gu Mingxi seemed quiet and well-behaved, but at heart he was stubborn and stubborn. He lowered his head, his hair covering most of his face and couldn't see any expression, and remained silent.

The hand holding her arm gradually lost strength, and Long Pei's patience wore away little by little over time. Finally, his expression darkened, and he coldly said, "It's up to you."

Get up and leave the room.

Gu Mingxi only felt that something was blocking her heart, and his cold words "Whatever you want" kept floating in her ears, lingering.

She didn't want to ask for any love or a sweet marriage, but she couldn't accept that one more person would be squeezed into her already cold marriage.

She doesn't think about herself, but also thinks about her daughter. Do she really have to wait until one day to have another child to share the father's love that belongs to Yan'er?

*******

After that day, Long Pei didn't go back to the bedroom for several days. Gu Mingxi didn't say anything. After his body recovered, he returned to school and took care of Yan'er. The days were as peaceful as a pool of stagnant water.

The madness and intensity of that night occasionally come to mind, along with the unique smell of perfume, like a needle stuck in the heart, a subtle torment.

It was already evening after class on Friday afternoon, and the clouds in the west were dyed red and the blue sky was unusually beautiful. Gu Mingxi, holding a book in his arms, couldn't help but stop and watch on the sidewalk.

"Classmate Mingxi!" A weak voice sounded, and a strange face appeared in front of him. Gu Mingxi had no impression. But the other party smiled shyly, "I know you don't remember me, it doesn't matter... I am the man who followed you before.

I have thought about it for a long time, and I really like you. Whether you have a husband or children, I don’t care. I will always like you silently, look at you, and wish you happiness. This is what I am writing to you.

I hope you must read this letter! If one day you are unhappy, remember to look back and I will definitely be behind you."

He said a series of words, but Gu Mingxi didn't even respond. The other party put the letter into her hand, turned around and ran away.

Gu Mingxi looked at the pink envelope and couldn't help but frown. Is this the legendary love letter?

She didn't know what to do, and it seemed impolite to throw it away, but she didn't want to read the letter written by a stranger, so she tucked the envelope in the book without paying much attention and continued walking.

The black car that was about to stop in front of her suddenly flew past, and the passing wind was chilly and biting.

ps: In fact, I really want to write the title of this chapter as [Perfume is Poisonous] You must remember to wipe your mouth when you eat secretly! How many people believe that you eat secretly? Place a bet, bet! I bet ten yuan that you eat secretly! #&b

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