unresponsive love

Chapter 260 Did She Destroy It?
The car stopped in front of a small bungalow with beautiful and spacious terrain in the suburbs. The driver in front got out of the car, came up respectfully, and opened the car door for them.

Stretching out her long, slender legs that were as white as creamy fat, Joe stepped out of the car door, and the man next to him also got out of the car.

Entering the house, the door is closed.

She had just taken two steps when someone pulled her shoulder from behind.

Afterwards, she was suddenly pressed against the wall by him, and he kissed her frantically, impatiently covering her lips.

"Well, Nangong..." The breath in his mouth was unceremoniously plundered by him, and Qiao subconsciously wanted to push him away.

But the hand she had just reached on his strong chest was held by him and pressed against the wall. His slender figure and strong arms confined her in front of him.

Moved away the lips that made him reluctant to part, and the charming peach eyes, locked her firmly, and he whispered softly, "I miss you very much."

Her face froze, and a complicated look flashed across her eyes, she suddenly smiled and said, "It's just that I haven't seen you for two hours."

"But I still miss you very much." His eyes are like torches, burning with layers of heat that cannot be ignored, like madness, longing, reluctance, and recklessness, "It's just that I haven't seen you for two hours, just I will miss you very much, especially today."

"..."

He misses her very much, and if he doesn't see her for a moment, he will miss her very much. He can't wait for her to stay by his side all the time, and never separate for a second.

Struggling to free his hand from his imprisoned palm, Qiao Yi bypassed him, paced towards the sofa, and asked lightly, "What's wrong with you?"

Frozen at the spot, watching her go to the sofa and sit down lazily, Nangong Nishizawa lowered his eyes slightly and raised the corners of his lips.

"Probably because I miss you very much, and there is nothing else in my mind except you." He stretched his slender legs, walked to the wine cabinet, and slowly took out an old red wine and two goblets, He came straight to her and sat down, and handed her one of the cups, "Have a drink together?"

Glancing at the wine glass handed to her, she frowned, looked away and said, "I drank a lot at the dance, and I don't want to drink now."

"Why?" The corner of his lips raised a smile, "Afraid of having sex after drinking? Don't worry, this little wine won't make you lose yourself."

As he spoke, he stuffed the wine glass into her hand, opened the red wine, and filled the glass with a third of the bright red liquid.

As soon as Qiao watched his movements, he pursed his lips, but in the end he didn't refuse anything. After letting him pour it, he filled his own cup with some.

Putting down the wine bottle on the coffee table in front, he leaned lazily on the sofa, leaning on the sofa with one hand, looking sideways at her, and raised the wine glass twisted in his slender hand, "For today, cheers."

"Today?" Qiao Yi stared at him with unclear eyes, "What day is today?"

"You should know better than me." Shaking the thick red wine in the glass, he held up the glass and set it aside in front of his eyes. Through the bright red liquid, he looked at her delicate and beautiful face, with his lips slightly raised, "Today Are you happy to see him?"

"..."

Qiao's eyes froze, and the handsome and three-dimensional man's face flashed in front of her, which made her deeply engraved.

Frowning angrily, she glared at him angrily, "How do you know?"

"I just got the news that he came to this city, and it just so happened that an acquaintance at the ball saw him there and told me." Through the wine glass, he looked at her for a moment, "Now, you What's your mood?"

Don't start, she has no emotional ups and downs, "I'm not in the mood."

"Oh?" His brows raised, he slowly put down his wine glass, took a sip, and slowly lifted his lips into a slight smile, "Are you telling the truth?"

Seeing Mo Lichen again, is she really not in the mood at all?
This sentence really made him a little hard to believe.

It's not right, and it can't be said that, in fact, although she avoided Mo Lichen and changed her identity in the past year, everything has changed, but she is not completely ignorant of Mo Lichen's news.

After all, none of them deliberately ignored the existence of this person, but no one mentioned it anymore.

Turning around, she stared at him with star-like eyes, "How do you want me to answer?"

"I just want to hear your truth." Putting down his wine glass to the coffee table, he also put down hers, leaned forward slightly, pinched her chin, and leaned in front of her, his eyes focused and serious, "I want to know , how you feel now."

Seeing Mo Lichen again, how she felt, he wanted to know.

He wants to know all about her current emotions.

"Believe it or not, what I just said is the truth." Unceremoniously slapping his hand away, Qiao got up together and walked upstairs, "I'm tired and want to rest, you can do whatever you want."

However, just after taking two steps, his breath suddenly approached behind him.

In the next second, a man hugged her shoulders from behind, and her body froze.

The sharp chin rested on the hollow of her shoulder, and his hands wrapped around her shoulders, with more and more force, as if he wanted to hug her into his own bones, so stubborn that it was puzzling.

He leaned against her ear, and with a very soft voice, gently called out the long-forgotten name, "Lanxi..."

Lan Xi...

This name has not appeared in her world for a long time, and even she herself has almost forgotten this name.

Suddenly being called out by him at this time, I couldn't help feeling a complicated feeling in my heart.

"Nangong Nishizawa." Turning around, she faced him, her delicate and beautiful face, without any blemishes, but without the glamorous brilliance of the past, she stared at him with star-like eyes and said, " My name is Qiao Yi now, not Lan Xi."

After leaving Ancheng, she changed her name and appearance. She didn't understand why she did so. She just wanted to get rid of everything in the past, and she didn't want to struggle out of the facts that imprisoned her so hard to breathe.

She feels like she is now, which is fine.

So, she is not Lan Xi, she is Qiao Yi, the woman Lan Xi has died a year ago, and her current name is Qiao Yi.

He looked into her eyes with a deep gaze, as if he wanted to look into the depths of her soul from her clear starry eyes, and probe into the depths of her heart. He stretched out his hands, and he caressed her face lightly. Tenderness, "But, are you really Qiao Yi, not Lan Xi?"

Lan Xi belongs to the past, Mo Lichen's past, while Qiao Yi belongs to the present, his present.

But even so, is she really Qiao Yi, not Lan Xi?
"The facts are here, who I am, I don't need to say more." Lan Xi pursed her lower lip, and said lightly, "It's nothing, I'll go upstairs to rest first."

Hearing that, he really let go of her, withdrew his hands, held her instead, and strode upstairs, "Then go and rest."

Lan Xi was taken aback, "Hello—"

"Shhh!" He suddenly put his hand on her lips, and his charming peach eyes burst into a smile.

I don't know why, but seeing his smile like this, she felt illusory, which made her unable to figure out how much truth was in his smile.

Stopping her unnecessary words, Nangong Nishizawa didn't say anything, but just dragged her upstairs and into her room.

Turning on the light, he took her hand, came to the edge of the bed, sat down on her shoulders, leaned over to her, and said ambiguously, "Tonight, I will sleep here."

Lan Xi's expression changed unnaturally, and she said bluntly, "Whatever you want, there are plenty of rooms outside."

"I mean, I'm going to sleep with you."

"..."

"I'll sleep with you," he repeated.

Lan Xi was stunned for three seconds, then she refused without thinking, "Don't think about it."

"..."

Stretching out her hand, she pushed him away, stood up and said solemnly, "There are still a few rooms outside, go out and sleep by yourself, don't come and squeeze me, I hate crowded beds."

"But I don't dislike it either." He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at her deeply, "We're already together, and it's only natural for us to sleep together."

Lan Xi's eyes froze.

This small bungalow was given to her after he brought her to this city. She has been living here for a year. Occasionally, although he would also live here, the place where he really lives is different. There is him out.

And the two of them seem to be together in name...

"I remember you said, you won't force it." Don't start, she said unnaturally, "I haven't made that mental preparation yet."

Not ready yet?
Nangong Nishizawa smiled suddenly, "If that's the case, then I won't force you."

Holding her face, he gently kissed her forehead with no warmth, "Good night."

To regress so easily, to listen to her so easily, really, it's not like the Nangong Caesar she once knew.

When did he ever worry about her feelings?
Obviously almost raped her a few times...

Letting go of her, Nangong Nishizawa smiled slightly, turned around and walked outside.

Staring at his slender back as he turned and left, Lan Xi stood where she was, her eyes were complicated and blurred, and her face was full of solemnity.

She didn't know what kind of feelings she had towards Nangong Nishizawa now.

This kind of feeling is very complicated, so she doesn't know whether it is gratitude, heartbeat, or something else for him now.

Seeing him walking outside the door and about to disappear from her sight, Lan Xi stared at his back and asked suddenly, "Do you hate me?"

In an instant, the atmosphere dropped to the lowest level, and the air condensed around.

His posture paused, and in the depths of his eyes, there was a strange flash, like a painful luster, without much warmth.

For a long time, he didn't answer her words, he suddenly took steps, and finally left just like that, his figure was straightforward and decisive, without any hesitation.

Eyelashes drooping slightly, Lan Xi secretly clenched her hands together, thinking about the news about the fire in Nangong's house a year ago in her mind.

The taste in the heart is like a mixture of five flavors.

Now that he is kind to her, indulges her, and dotes on her, is it because of love, or, in fact, because of hatred?
Or, maybe both...

(End of this chapter)