Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 4532 soft, baby (1)

Rong Jincheng looked away uncomfortably, and coughed lightly: "Is it better?"

She nodded, "Yeah."

"Christmas will be in a few days, first... I wish you a Merry Christmas in advance." Rong Jincheng said.

"Why don't you wish me a Happy New Year!"

"Alright, Happy New Year."

Han Yurou: "..."

Isn't he a master at flirting with girls? Why does he look like a straight man?

Han Yurou warmed her hands on the fire, it was warm and very comfortable.

Under the firelight, her long eyelashes danced lightly, her eyebrows and eyes were extremely gentle, like the gurgling water in the mountains, meaningful and intriguing.

After a long time, her slightly pale lips slowly opened and closed: "Rong Jincheng, no matter how nice you are to me, I won't appreciate it. The reason I can talk to you so calmly now is because you can take me out. To put it bluntly, I'm still using you."

Rong Jincheng probably didn't expect her to say this.

He deliberately removed the wood: "If you talk about this again, I won't let you keep warm."

"Aren't you angry?"

"If I'm angry, you'll be happy? Then I'm not angry, and I don't want to make you happy."

Han Yurou: "..."

In the end, Han Yurou didn't speak any more.

She leaned against the fire quietly, and the brief warmth made her seem to have an illusion.

Before long, the fire went out and the wood burned up.

The cabin was cold again, but still warm.

Rong Jincheng hugged her into his arms again: "Lean on me, there is still the second half of the night, it will be more difficult."

"Big snow has its advantages. When Pan Wenguang's people wake up, and the footprints on the ground are gone, he will definitely not run into the woods."

"Look at me, I don't know people well, but if it weren't for him, you wouldn't have come to New York."

Rong Jincheng was babbling and panting.

Han Yurou didn't interrupt him and closed her eyes.

"Don't sleep, talk." Rong Jincheng whispered, "It seems that I have never talked to you like this before. I just talk and don't do anything."

"I have nothing to say to you." Han Yurou said softly.

"There's nothing to say. You don't like what I like, and I don't like what you like. We shouldn't have an intersection, but fate is very strange... We know each other."

"It's not that fate is strange, it's that you tied me to you. If I had to choose, I wouldn't even be friends with you."

"..." Rong Jincheng rubbed his forehead in frustration, and he didn't say anything for a long time, but his hands still hugged her tightly, "When did you first see me?"

Han Yurou's heart skipped a beat, and she stretched out her hand to push him: "Why are you mentioning this?"

She was annoyed, her nose was sore, and she tried to sit up.

However, Rong Jincheng pressed her into his arms: "It wasn't that time."

He knew what she was thinking.

That night in the hotel...

Sure enough, her reaction was so strong that she almost tore Rong Jincheng apart. During the struggle, her nails scratched Rong Jincheng.

"Hiss..." Rong Jincheng frowned in pain.

But he still pressed her hard into his arms:
"Don't move, the first time I saw you was not that time."

"Don't talk about it." Han Yurou didn't have the strength to struggle anymore, she just closed her eyes feebly, memories flooded her heart like a tide.

"I want to tell." Rong Jincheng was very persistent, "If I don't tell, you won't know."

"But I don't want to know." Han Yurou was stubborn, "When did you first meet me, and what does it have to do with me?"

(End of this chapter)