Chapter 7

On the night when I came back from the temple, He Yuanqing and Wu Ya became much more comfortable.

He has always been a passionate person. After his emotions were soothed, he naturally thought of the melancholy in her expression.

He asked her but didn't want to say it

It’s not that she has no desire to talk, but that she knows in her heart that any lady in this hotel can tell a story that is much more miserable than herself, no matter whether it is true or false, she is already numb.

Don't you think this is unfair? He is lying on the bed, holding his head with his hands on his side

Hum? She was still reading the romance novel, but she just responded strangely to an onomatopoeia

I even told you my first love in elementary school, but I don't know anything about you.

He said in a tone like a child cheating, so you have to tell me something about you

Wu Ya smiled helplessly, put the book aside, and turned to him, "Well... I'm not as boring as you can tell me."

He immediately said: No, no, I just want to know you, no matter how you say it, I won't feel bored

Really, do you know me?

She smiled and concealed the bitterness in her heart. For a woman like her, others just want to understand her body. The one in front of her is really stupid enough. When you leave, you will never see me again. If you turn your eyes, you will forget it. I will have to worry about it and I will talk about it.

He responded firmly: No, I will remember, we will never see each other again

Well, he is a guest. Since he wants to listen, she will tell you. Anyway, this is just a cheesy story, even the current TV screenwriters won't write

He must have fallen asleep soon, thinking so, and began the first talk since his parents died