High door marriage

Chapter 907 Can't Stand Even Getting Close
"Wushuang, I hope you can be happy, and I hope that you can put aside everything and only think about yourself. I would rather you be selfish and self-willed than you compromise."

Wushuang stared at him blankly, watching him turn and leave.

In the room, she was alone.

Fog gradually gathered in her eyes, pulling off the quilt, Wushuang covered her face tightly, and couldn't help sobbing.

After that night, Ouyang Che never appeared again.

Wushuang starts dating a guy every day, and they treat her well, even respectfully.

They are also rare talents.

No matter who it is, it is suitable to marry her.

But none of them is Ouyang Che, someone she likes...

Thinking of marrying and having a child with one of them, Wushuang finds it hard to accept.

What Ouyang Che said when he left that day lingered in her mind every day and couldn't get rid of it.

Can she really stand being intimate with other men?

Of course the answer is no!
But, she had no choice, she could only choose one of them, not Ouyang Che.

"careful!"

Wushuang, who was distracted, almost stepped into a sandpit on the beach. The man next to her grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him.

As soon as Wushuang's body leaned against him, he smelled a strange masculine breath.

As if her body had an instinctive reaction, she subconsciously moved away from him, and pulled her hand out of his in a panic.

Her face was slightly pale.

Because she realized one thing, she couldn't bear the touch of other men at all.

Can't even bear to get close!

The man looked at her in surprise, and quickly recovered his demeanor, with a gentle smile on his face, and tolerance in his warm eyes.

Wushuang pinned a lock of hair behind his ear, and said apologetically, "Sorry, I was distracted just now."

"It's okay, I'm rather boring, and everyone will be distracted when I'm with me. I should say sorry to you, I made you feel boring." The man smiled and said to himself.

He didn't mean to blame her, he was just telling the truth.

Wushuang was still very apologetic: "It's none of your business, it's my problem."

"Miss, let's go sit there and rest for a while." The man changed the subject.

"Okay." Out of guilt, Wushuang followed him to the gazebo built by the sea and sat down.

The man sat across from her.

Wushuang smiled slightly at him, and she thought to herself, what is this man's name?

Yes, it's called Li Mu.

The reason why I remember his name is that his name has the same pronunciation as the great poet Li Mu.

"Mr. Li..."

"It's too strange to call Mr. Li, Miss, you should call me Li Mu." Li Mu interrupted her with a smile.

From the moment we met, the man was smiling.

The smile on the corner of his mouth has never changed.

So natural, as if it was a mark on his face that could not be erased.

To be honest, Wushuang still has a pretty good impression of him.

She smiled and said directly: "Li Mu, you are the last person on the list. I got to know the people in front of me, they are very good, and you are also very good, but I still can't like any of you one."

Li Mu wasn't surprised by her words at all, he smiled and asked, "So Miss didn't choose any of them?"

Wushuang shook his head: "Even if you don't like it, you have to choose one."

(End of this chapter)