The left bank is profound, the right bank is clear

Chapter 1
———————Volume One—————————

Wen Qiyang VS Qu Qingge

Fragment one:

The dim white light shrouded them, and there was a sadness of distrust in his eyes, "I said, I can give you everything you want!" Gradually, he became a little restless, "Why do you still run away from me, unwilling to feel at ease? You are by my side, is it because you have been hurt that you want to push all the people who care about you away?"

Qu Qingge felt short-lived.

As if being pushed away layer by layer, I can see the deepest sorrow and uneasiness in my soul.She tried her best to pretend and cover up, trying to selectively forget, buried this pain deeply in her heart, and let all the feelings gradually die.However, he cruelly opened her wound, and in front of him, she was naked and had nowhere to escape.

She was terrified, and the only thing she could do now was to run away.

She unbuckled her seat belt and stretched out her hand to open the car door, but Wen Qiyang pulled her wrist hard.

Qu Qingge turned to look at him, his amber pupils were no longer calm, and there were waves of sullen anger, "Let go!"

He turned her around and ordered her to look at him, with a haughty coldness on his noble face, "Who is it in your heart, Zhao Yang, or Yan Jinhan?"

Qu Qingge's heart ached sadly, a clip flashed by, he kissed her coldly.

It seemed that until now, there was still that piercing temperature on her lips, and she tried her best to maintain her composure, skipping the deep pain in her heart.

"Nothing to do with you--."

Fragment two:
"what is this--?"

She looked up at Wen Qiyang, Wen Qiyang's eyes flickered, as if he was avoiding her.

"Necklace—"

"I know--"

"How is it—does it look good?"

Wen Qiyang looked down at her, and asked her carefully and softly, there was a slight anxiety on his seemingly indifferent handsome face, as if he was expecting her answer.

Qu Qingge watched it for a while, and said very seriously:

"It's beautiful—but—" She raised her head, frowning slightly: "But it's not suitable for you——"

"Hello—" Wen Qiyang's muffled voice came over.

"Hey what—it's true."

"you you--"

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Yan Jinhan VS Qu Qingge

Fragment one:

"you like me?"

Qu Qingge was stunned.

Yan Jinhan smiled enchantingly, but the cold eyes still couldn't feel the warmth.

suddenly
He quickly moved in front of her, grabbed her waist with one hand, and supported the back of her head with the other.

night, silent silence

He lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Qu Qingge was completely stunned, his mind went blank and he forgot to breathe.

His kiss was so cold that she couldn't help shivering.

However, her lips were indeed so soft and sweet, and her round eyes shone like stars.

Yan Jinhan kissed deeper and deeper, as if immersed in it, unable to extricate himself.This feeling was something he had never felt before, it shocked him, it scared him.

Time seemed to be frozen.

After what seemed like a long time, he let her go, stared at her surprised expression, and smiled, "Isn't this what you want?" As he spoke, his slender fingers slid across her pale cheeks.

Fragment two:
"Don't frown, look, this looks like a lock that locks your heart, so how can you be happy?" She smoothed his wrinkles for him, and said: "God closed a lock for you A door will definitely open a window for you, but you always close the door of your own heart, unwilling to let the sun shine in, I can feel this endless darkness, it hurts so much."

Qu Qingge lowered his eyes, with tears glistening in his eyes.

Yan Jinhan's back was stiff, and there was a cold electric current passing by.

"I'm very happy." Yan Jinhan replied stiffly.

"Really?" Qu Qingge was not looking at him, afraid that with the help of alcohol, she would cling to his arms desperately and cry, crying for her own pain, crying for his pain.

"A smile on the lips, cold eyes. Pretending to be indifferent, but afraid of being hurt. Are you really happy?"

Qu Qingge, are you really happy?

Yan Jinhan pinched her chin, and there was the sadness he was familiar with in her eyes.

"You like me, don't you?" Yan Jinhan asked softly.

Qu Qingge nodded, his eyes were bleary, everything in front of him was blurred, until his lips were close to hers, and there was a faint scent of loneliness that belonged to him.

His kiss was cold.

It's like a superficial touch.

Qu Qingge was lazy, tilted his head, and fell on Yan Jinhan's shoulder.

(End of this chapter)