Night kiss the wolf little: the little wife is very impure

When Shu Siya saw the white rose, her body staggered slightly, a hint of grief and despair slowly appeared on her peaceful face, and her slender figure was extremely lonely on the gorgeous dance floor.

Under the transparent eyes, there is a sadness and loneliness.

"Sorry, I don't want to dance, I want to get out and get some air!"

"Shu Siya, what are you running away from? Are you running away from him?" Han Hanche was taken aback, her deep black eyes reflected her dazed look, and he stared at her in surprise, "Don't forget, no matter how hard you Don't give up, he is already someone else's husband, and you, Shu Siya, can only be Han Hanche's wife!"

Shu Siya's lips trembled slightly, with a sad smile on her lips: "I'm sorry, I don't want to stay here, I don't want to stay here at all!"

Han Hanche's heart sank suddenly, "Is it because he is here, so you don't want to stay at all? Afraid that if you see him, you will come back to him anyway?!"

Han Hanche pulled Shu Siya aside, his face was solemn, as if he had reached the limit of tolerance.

Shu Siya felt a force suddenly pressing on her shoulders, and in an instant, her back was leaning against the cold wall.When she raised her head in shock, she saw Han Hanche who was suddenly approaching her. There was a trace of oppressive coldness in his deep eyes.

"You really love him that much?!"

"No, I just don't want to dance!" Shu Siya replied calmly, "I don't even want to see white roses, because it will only make me more painful!"

Shu Siya raised her head slowly, her long hair fell from both sides of her snow-white cheeks, her lips were trembling slightly: "Han Hanche... don't you know why I hate you so much...seeing white roses ……"

"You..." Han Hanche's heart seemed to be pierced by a steel needle. The pain made him unable to breathe, and he couldn't fully express himself, "You are talking about a white rose...you don't want to see it..."

"Yes!" Shu Siya's eyes were clear but suffocatingly dark, and she spoke calmly and calmly, "I hate white roses, I hate them very much, I feel disgusted when I see them!"

Han Hanche heard Shu Siya's words clearly, his fingers stiffened, and his dark eyes suddenly became dark as night.

"Siya, what kind of flowers do you like?"

"I like white roses. Maybe other girls think I'm not very romantic. Red roses represent enthusiasm, but I don't like them unexpectedly!"

"Why?"

"Because the flower language of the white rose is, I am enough to match you!"

Those fragments of words were constantly circling in Han Hanche's mind at this time. It turned out that what she hated should actually be herself, not the white roses. She used to like white roses so much because of its flower language.

If it wasn't for herself, how could she hate it so much?

At this moment, his heart ached like a needle.

"Siya... I was... wrong... I was wrong for everything at the beginning... Today's situation is caused by me... I am also the person who has the least right to complain... But even so, I There is still no way to let you go, there is still no way to let you go!"

"I also only want happiness, and only want the woman I love to be with me. It's just such a small wish!"