Crossing Worlds Provocation

His unhurried voice came from behind:

"There is a man who is gentle and golden, mature and stable. Are you interested?"

Xu Weiran took a step forward to take care of himself, and then turned his head slightly coldly:

"Do you think I will fall in love with his money?"

Cheng Dongyuan: "Oh? Then do you like him?"

Some words are full of infinite reverie, but they are not broken.

Xu Weiran: "..."

She took a deep breath, her slender fingers clenched a little bit tightly.

After he spoke, she obviously declined, and he just went further.

Xu Weiran looked at the sky and the heavy rain, and when she spoke again, she said:

"The clear one is clear, if you really care about your reputation so much, then I won't bother too much."

After the words fell, she rushed to the door, wanting to leave in the heavy rain.

"Hey you……!"

Her figure had just taken a few steps, but she was suddenly caught by her slender arm and pulled back.

"Xu Weiran, are you crazy!?"

Cheng Dongyuan finally couldn't help but change his face, and stared at her loudly.

With just these few steps, her body was almost wet. After Cheng Dongyuan pulled her in, he closed the door.

Xu Weiran's hair was wet, sticking to her white cheeks.

She didn't speak after he got it back, but stood there a little embarrassed like Luo Tangji.

When Cheng Dongyuan saw her pale, her hands around her chest tightly hugging herself, like a little homeless beast, with a particularly pitiful appearance, suddenly the anger in his heart gradually disappeared.

He wiped away his face and couldn't help cursing.

Finally reluctantly said:

"Sorry, I shouldn't tell you that. I don't mean anything else. You don't have to be stressed, just a joke."

Having said that, he simply turned his whole person around and stopped looking at her:

"Don't catch a cold. Go take a hot bath. Don't worry, I will never do anything to you."

Then he left.

Under the dim light at the door, Xu Weiran stood there thinly, looking at his leaving back, a touch of complexity flashed in his eyes.

Xu Weiran sneezed and then really went to the bathroom.

The atmosphere between the two people changed from the previous ambiguity to gradually subtle and embarrassing with the temptation.

In the bathroom, the sound of running water clashed.

It merges with the sound of pouring rain outside the window.

They are mixed, just like his heart.

He didn't know when he started, her figure always appeared in his mind.

Perhaps it was because she had been taking care of herself for these two months, or perhaps she knew that she was the one who gave her artificial respiration back then, and she was the one who saved her.

Some emotions have slowly changed since when they came into being.

The heart that had been so silent for so many years began to fluctuate slightly.

He admitted that he was anxious.

Everything should be done slowly.

But he was leaving here soon, and there were some things he felt he couldn't wait that long.

But everything is destined to not be exactly what he wants.

It's not that he thinks, his heart will be turbulent, and the hearts of others will also be turbulent.

For a moment, he even felt ridiculous for his actions.

That's it.

People in their thirties, don't toss anymore.

And how can a little girl in her early twenties fall in love with an old man in her thirties?

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