Drifting Towards You

Han Jingrong looked at him stubbornly without speaking.

The eyelashes on a pair of big eyes are distinct, curled and warped, as delicate as a Barbie doll.

This will be filled with water in the eyes, with unspeakable grievances, I am afraid that no man will not feel distressed if they meet.

However, Li Mubai is an alternative. After saying good things, he also runs out of patience.

He ignored her and got up and went straight upstairs.

Han Jingrong stood up and looked at his back and said, "Are you feeling uncomfortable even in the same space with me now?"

Li Mubai didn't turn his head, put one hand in his pocket and said coldly: "Yes."

Han Jingrong bit her lip: "Then I'll go to die, otherwise as long as I live, I can't control my own legs. I can't control it and it always comes to you. I can't control my eyes. It always keeps looking at you, and I can't control my heart, and I can't let it not think of you."

Li Mubai's figure had disappeared from the stairs, and only coldly dropped a sentence: "Whatever you want."

Han Jingrong fell on the sofa in despair, her eyes full of pain and injury.

He was still the same, turning his face ruthlessly, without any hesitation.

She also didn't want to put herself so humble.

I don't want to look so annoying and annoying.

But she really can't control it, can't control it to love him.

She can no longer hold others in her heart, Li Mubai, tell me, what should I do?

Han Jingrong put her hand on her chest, feeling almost unable to breathe.

After sitting on the sofa alone for a long time, she couldn't help but walked upstairs.

His door closed tightly.

She had been to Li's house many times, but he never allowed her to enter his room.

Even if he is not there.

So even if she was obviously curious and looking forward to it, but time and time again, she only dared to stand in front of his door and look inside, but didn't dare to actually set foot in.

It was as if it was a holy land that she couldn't touch.

But she always believed that she could enter his room one day.

But it seems that she doesn't seem to have this opportunity anymore.

Han Jingrong stood in front of his door, reaching out and knocking lightly.

Li Mubai frowned and did not respond, a little irritable.

He grew up with her and knew she was a good woman.

So he didn't think about hurting her in the past.

If he is a bit more scumbag, he can be with her for a period of time perfunctorily and then smash it fiercely.

But he seems to have something called conscience.

But this does not mean that he can endure her stalker.

He knows that he is not an affectionate person, so he can't bear such kindness.

"Li Mubai?" Han Jingrong said choked up.

"Get out!" Li Mubai said impatiently.

He has said all the good and bad things, and he really doesn't know what else to say.

Han Jingrong smiled bitterly, and whispered through the door: "I won't bother you anymore."

There was still no response in the room.

Han Jingrong smiled lightly, turned and left.

Between her and him, there seems to be such a door forever, it is that she will not be able to overcome obstacles in her life.

She just doesn't understand why that woman can.

She didn't seem to love him herself.

So why can she?

She really hates, hates...so unwilling, unwilling...

But feelings are what she can do the most.

When Han Jingrong left, Li Mubai's world was much cleaner.

He stood in front of the window on the second floor and looked at the figure of the woman, his eyes deep.

Jingrong, find a good person in the future.

I'm not worth it.