C97

He's so easy to push down

I smiled at him and said, "I'm busy right now, so I don't have time to play with you." My words were very polite. I didn't want to annoy him, lest he suffer a loss. This was his territory, and if he really wanted to force me to do something, I would be helpless to retaliate.

"I'm sorry." I said I didn't want to get into trouble, and I had been impulsive, and I shouldn't have hit him.

"Hey, why can't you go back home?" Then I heard a voice from the crowd, a male voice laughing at the boy.

"I see he's really out of luck. He can't even handle an old woman." Another person answered, and I was not happy about what he said. A twenty-five year old woman called Lao? I sincerely wish these people would never be young, never live to be twenty-five. I listened to what they were saying and cursed the fact that there was always someone who used age as a weapon to attack others.

I noticed that the boy's face changed again and again until it finally settled on embarrassment. He pursed his lips and yelled behind me, "Shut up."

His voice did indeed help, and I immediately shut my mouth when I heard the whispers.

I kept thinking about it, but I couldn't think of anything that had happened to me in the past twenty-five years of my life. I had hardly ever been to a place like this.

"I'm so handsome, and I let you accompany me because I'm at a disadvantage." The boy seemed to be trying to convince me, but once he said it, which girl would go out with him?

I stole a glance at him, but I didn't expect to meet his eyes. My face immediately turned red, and I helplessly said, "I really can't do it. Please don't do it again."

I took the girl's hand and led her outside, trying to push away the boy in front of me, but the boy grabbed my hand and shook it hard, his hands against my ear, creating a small cage for me.

I stared at the boy. He was so close to me that I could see my reflection in his eyes and I could see his lashes. They were so long that I thought they were his grafted lashes.

I was too close to each other to breathe, and I looked away at first, but it was too much of a guilty gesture, so I turned my head and stared at the boy again.

He looked at me with a glazed gaze, as if he were studying my face for the first time since then, and it made me blush.

"Can you let me go?" "No," I said.

"No." "You have to stay with me, or I'll lose face." His voice was not loud, and it seemed to be meant for me. I looked at the boy's face and saw that his ears were a little red. I thought.

"Are you acting coquettishly?" I said, looking at him.

"Right." "Kiss me if you don't."

I stared at his face and felt that I should slap him again. I tried to control my hand.

"No, I'm married." I said, "I apologize if it was because of what happened."

"If you don't kiss me, then I'll kiss you." The distance between us was already close, but now he was even closer. Although I have opened up a lot, I still can't accept kissing strangers in a bar.

I pursed my lips, my heart beating faster and faster, my head spinning a little. I had to push him away.

At this moment, I didn't care about the people around me anymore. I felt a surge of power surging out from my body. I used both of my hands to support his chest and pushed him. I actually easily pushed him away.

He stumbled and almost fell. Then he looked at me in disbelief, and the crowd quieted down.

I was stunned. I didn't expect him to be pushed down so easily.

"Let's go." However, I immediately understood that this wasn't the time to be in a daze. I had to hurry up and escape.

I pulled up the girl who was still staring at the boy and ran outside. Everyone was stunned by my actions. They didn't expect me to push him away so directly.

We ran out of the bar. There weren't many people outside, and I held her for a few more steps because I was afraid they'd catch up.

We sat in the car breathing heavily. I was very nervous, I realized that ever since I broke free from Cheng Ruojun's restraints, I had experienced many things for the first time. I discovered a new world.

I looked at the girl beside me, and she turned her head to look at me. Like me, she was sweating profusely from running.

We looked at each other and laughed.

"Sorry to trouble you." "If it wasn't for me, we wouldn't have to run."

She was startled and her smile disappeared at this moment. She looked at me as if she wanted to say something, but she hesitated.

"I'm sorry." I thought she was thinking of something I couldn't help her with. I really felt sorry for her, but there was nothing we could do.

"It's the first time since my father died that he's been so happy." I wanted to comfort her, but I didn't know how to comfort her.

"My dad died, my mom fell sick. From the day they fell, I feel like even being happy has become a sin." "I dare not be happy."