Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

"Qilu, what's the matter?" Xiang Mankui blinked, puzzled.

But Han Qilu had already stood up when her voice fell, his eyes were cold: "You go."

Just now, he almost regarded Xiang Mankui as An Chuxia, and almost treated her... almost betrayed An Chuxia. Thinking of this, there was a thin layer of sweat on his palms.

"Why?" Xiang Mankui frowned, unwilling to all his eyes. After gritting her teeth, she sat up, unbuttoned the light blue tube top, and immediately, all the beautiful softness was exposed to the air. No man will see beauty and calm as a mountain, never!

However, there is nothing absolute in this world. What's more, Han Qilu is a changeable person who will never be seen through.

Turning his head, he did not look at Man Kui. Just after Xiang Mankui made the action just now, the last bit of beauty she left in his heart completely disappeared. The current Xiang Mankui is no different from the women who betrayed their bodies in order to get a good position on TV.

The only difference is that she was once the most beautiful person in his mind. Unfortunately, time passes, and people will change eventually.

"If you still don't leave, I'll call someone in." Han Qilu's face was determined, not joking at all. And Han Qilu's character Xiang Mankui couldn't be more clear. He would never take back what he said.

Without entanglement too much, she gritted her teeth and put on the tube top and evening gown... After everything was arranged, she walked to Han Qilu's face, her expression calm. Smart women never play the game of "one cry, two troubles three hangs". This kind of game is not only tacky, but also often counterproductive. She is astute about this.

"Qilu, can I ask you one last question?" Xiang Mankui's eyes were sad, and Han Qilu also softened, but in the end he didn't say anything, but he also said that he acquiesced.

Looking straight for a moment, she asked word by word: "Do you already have someone you like?" That's why you don't want to touch me, or is it because you cruel me?

Before she finished speaking, Han Qilu interrupted her aloud: "There is no one I like."

These words made Xiang Mankui feel happy, but also melancholy. If it was before, if she asked that, Han Qilu's answer would be, ‘Isn’t it you who I like? ’

But now, he says no...

Before Xiang Mankui spoke again, a certain man raised his eyebrows slightly and looked into the distance: "There is no one he likes."

"...Huh?" She was wondering why he repeated it again.

"But." A little light burst into his eyebrows, and the person who was shaking was confused: "It seems that there is someone in love."

As if he had received a heavy blow, Man Kui was stunned. The body was unstable for a while and leaned back. Had it not been for Han Qilu to pull her in time, I'm afraid she would fall to the ground.

Despite this, she still felt a headache.

"is that true】?"

Han Qilu nodded without asking the word ‘?’, “It’s true. She looks a lot like you—very much like you before.”

Xiang Mankui moved his lips, his face felt complicated.

"But even though it looks like you before, I know that she is her, not you. At first, I thought I just needed a substitute for you." His Adam’s apple rolled up and down: "But later, I gradually I found it was not like that. She is her, she is different from anyone, and lives more real than anyone else."