To You, My Beloved

Before the waiter could ring the doorbell, the door was opened by Gu Qingcheng.

The waiter lowered his hand and smiled respectfully at Gu Qingcheng: "Miss, you just called. Did you ask for clothes?"

Gu Qingcheng's eyes were reddened by Tang Shi's scolding. When she saw the waiter, she quickly lowered her head, and wanted to say something to her to let her go in. Finally, she found a mouth with something in her throat. Trembling, Gu Qingcheng simply shook his head, brushed the waiter's body, and hurriedly walked outside.

The waiter was dazed and knocked on the door. She just spoke and shouted: "Is anyone there, please?"

There was a grumpy "Get out!"

The waiter was so frightened that he quickly raised his hand, closed the door, and fled.

Tang Shi was alone in the hotel room for an instant.

The room was still filled with the charming atmosphere of his and her joy-love just now.

Tang Shi leaned on the pillow to linger for a while, then opened the quilt, walked into the bathroom, took a shower, and washed away the scent of Chanel NO5 that was on her body.

He came out of the bathroom and stood in the bedroom. He closed his eyes and desperately wanted to sniff himself against her neck from the room. He accidentally smelled the faint fragrance of her from the scent of Chanel NO5. .

But after smelling it for a long time, Tang Shi found that the fragrance was like an illusion, no trace to be found.

He walked to the window, opened the window, let the cold night wind slowly pour into the room, and diffuse the scent of Chanel NO5 that she had left in the room.

After he finished the bath, the water droplets on his body did not wipe off, but he casually wrapped a bath towel, and the cold wind blew his body slightly cold.

However, he didn't seem to feel it, letting the water droplets on his body be blown dry.

Because it was cold, no matter how cold it was, it couldn't be cold in his heart.

Remembering all your preferences and dislikes for the one you love is originally a thing worthy of joy and happiness.

However, when you know that behind those remembered, there is a purpose, not sincere.

What you have is not happiness, not happiness.

What you have is just layer by layer, despair and helplessness that is swallowed by a strong force.

As it is now, her knowledge and understanding, her gentle and considerate, just to make him have a good impression of her, to make him feel that she is a good woman suitable to be a wife, let him marry her.

She was not sincere to him, never sincere.

He didn't treat it sincerely, he would rather not!