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His shadow flashed in front of her eyes. He clearly knew that he wasn't her tablemate, and that he wasn't even one of her classmates. However, at this moment, she was the only person in his mind.

She was in love with him.

She had fallen in love with him a long time ago.

When her long imprisoned heart suddenly untied itself, she relaxed her body and heart. She completely gave herself to him.

Still, she was hurt.

In her memory, the first time she saw him was in a dream. It was his invitation to dance, his nosebleed, and then it was all because of the relationships and stories she had always been entangled with.

Yufan's words rang in her ears once more. The voice confused her and made her feel sleepy.

Or did he not love her, but only for some purpose?

Tears quietly dripped down, soaking her cheeks and drenching her lips. A salty taste entered her mouth. She was awake, she knew.

But, what was the purpose of that?

No matter what, since she had chosen him, then she must clearly understand everything about him. Even if she were to die, she must at least die with a clear conscience.

No, she had to go back to the villa, she couldn't let him know that she was currently curled up in a dream VIP box.

Six years ago, she had survived such a painful experience. Now, six years later, Cochran was nothing more than a drop of salt on her wound.

She believed she could survive.

Furthermore, she had only heard the voice of Ah Jing. That voice did not represent everything. Perhaps it was due to her excessive suspicion.

While he was lost in his thoughts, his phone suddenly rang. He closed his eyes and listened to the music, not wanting to answer the phone, but the phone kept ringing. He didn't even feel tired as he picked it up.

However, with a quick glance, she saw a string of numbers that were familiar to her.

Want it back?

It was Ke Zhengwei.

He had clearly given her an answer, but he just pretended that he didn't know about the existence of Jing.

However, when Yinyin saw Ke Zhengwei's phone call, her anger was on the verge of exploding.

He didn't want to accept it. He really didn't want to accept it.

With great effort, he pressed and shut down the machine.

The computer was turned off. It was as if the entire world had been turned off.

He would never have thought that she was dreaming, much less that she was curled up like a drunkard in a corner of the sofa.

Did Jing leave?

The woman's face was swaying in front of her eyes, and she was starting to get jealous.

She was jealous. She couldn't lie to herself. She was jealous.

The sad music still drifted in the air, and her tears kept sliding down …

Everything he had been strong enough to do at the moment his phone rang had been broken down one by one.

He only wanted to sleep quietly.

He just wanted to dream about his mother and her smile that would warm his already cold heart.

Tomorrow, she was going to bring Weiwei back. It had been two or three days since he last saw her, and he was starting to think that Weiwei was her life support. And Ke Zhengwei, she was the one who misjudged him.

The crystal shattered and scattered all over the ground. Even though it was so dazzling, it still burnt the tears in her eyes.

Someone turned the knocker gently, and Yinyin heard it, but she didn't want to move. The waiter must have come to see what she wanted, but she really didn't need anything.

The instant the door opened, she growled at the newcomer, "Get out. Nothing is needed here."

Narrowing his eyes, he continued to wander in the melancholy of the music, his heart heavy and heavy.

The door closed gently behind them. The waiter must have gone out.

In a trance, a warm hand touched her face. It must have been her mistake. There was only one person in this room.

However, that hand was secretly wiping away the tears at the corner of her eyes. It was so gentle as if it still carried some pity.

She suddenly opened her eyes and saw Ke Zhengwei.

He was bending over her now, his long fingers caressing her face, as if asking her why she was crying.

Why are you crying?

For the sake of Jing's appearance on the phone, she honestly told herself. But that was just her guess, and she definitely couldn't say it out loud.

If nothing happened between Ko and Jing, then her questions would only confuse him and provoke a war between them.

All of her doubts were buried deep within her heart as she silently looked into his eyes. Her eyes that were as clear as water made others unable to see the bottom of the lake.

And in the water, the water plants were so light that it could lightly tickle people.

"Yinyin, let's go home." He called for her to be taken away.

Suddenly, he realized how he knew she was here. She was obviously the only one who came over from the attic.

Furthermore, the bar was filled with strangers. She didn't even know anyone, so how could he know that she was here?

However, at this moment, she still gently stood up. She suddenly felt that she had become old. She did not even reveal anything about him. She did not even mention a single word about him.

Actually, the solution to the mystery was only a matter of time.

"Let's go." The iciness in his words seemed to be deliberate estrangement.

Silently holding her hand, he took her away from the dream. Behind him were countless pairs of eyes staring at her and him, always knowing that wherever he went, people would want to gossip.

Only because he had the qualifications to become a gossip.

Women were his playthings, and she was the only one who was special. But how long would this be special?

The car drove off. He was still the one who considerately buckled up her seat belt, but that consideration had a rotten taste to it, and the smell was something she couldn't bear.

It was as if he had to pinch his nose to avoid it.

There was silence in the air. No one said anything, as if words could burn their hearts.

All of a sudden, she wanted to open the window and let the wind wake up her cracked little head. Her head hurt.

She gently pressed the button on the window, and the night wind began to flow in like water. It blew her hair, causing it to sway with the wind. It fluttered about chaotically like a splashing wave.

As the anger slowly dissipated, he still silently returned to her side.

Her heart turned out to be so soft.

"Is it cold?" he asked her suddenly. The wind was strong, and anyone could feel the coolness of it.

"Hur hur, some." Suddenly, all the grievances were gone with the wind.

"Then shut it down, be careful of catching a cold."

"Well, did you just get off work?" She asked him, tentatively, that she knew where he had come from.

"Yeah, a customer came to the company at night and discussed a few matters. I was just about to look for you the moment I left, but I didn't expect that you would be dreaming."

He seemed to be very frank, and every word and sentence told her all his doubts.

So it was really her fault, but was Jing really his client?

Why was there no such thing in the itinerary she had organized for him?

He couldn't stop thinking about how he knew she was dreaming.

He tried his best to recall the events of the night.

From Zhong Yufan, Hui Zhen, and Ah Jing, everything seemed to be happening as if it was a matter of course.

What was it that made him know she was dreaming?

He suddenly thought of the VIP card and the phone number she had used to call him from his office in the dream world. As long as he was careful, he would be able to tell that the call had been made by someone from the dream world.

The original mystery of everything turned out to be like this.

She had thought that he had really come all the way here. If that was the case, then he was really fast.

The BMW sped on through the chilly night. In a short time, under the illumination of the street lamps, the villa was in front of them once again.

She had returned home. Originally, this had been the same story every single day for the past three months, but at this moment, everything within the door gave off a strange feeling, as if she had never lived here before.

The bath, brushing her teeth, everything ended in an orderly fashion. Yinyin listened to the constant splashing in the bathroom, maybe it was time for her to reflect on herself, the two of them together, and yet she had never been with him. Every night, she would just sleep in each other's arms, but there was no saint, men were men, and she was his wife, so she had to do her duty as a wife.

In a day or two, she would do it.

She came out of the bathroom, and he brushed past her to go in.

She suddenly grabbed onto him, wanting to absorb his scent. The little girl wanted to know if he was still alive.

Before the wedding, she could ignore it because it was his past. She could walk into his future, but she could never walk into his past. But after the wedding, she really could not make herself tolerate the fact that he still had other women in his arms.

The faint fragrance of mint was a scent that she was unfamiliar with.

Sticking in his arms, she realized that she also had this kind of heart of a woman. It was just that she was really afraid of being hurt.

Let go of him and push him into the bathroom. Her actions were truly strange, because she had never taken the initiative to jump into his embrace before.

Hiding under the covers, he stared blankly at the window of the bathroom. The sound of water splashing could be heard, but it couldn't wash away the faint scent of mint in the air.

When he came out of the bathroom, he still carried the scent of his old bath water, which had long since drowned out the mint fragrance. His wet hair was still dripping water, and the collar of his pajamas revealed his strong, sexy chest muscles, which she had spent hundreds of days and nights burying in his chest.

Jing, let her go to hell. Even if it was true, it was her fault. She suddenly forgave him. It was she who had failed to fulfill her duty as a wife.

She didn't want to go into it, either. Once again, she buried herself in his chest.

Mo tweaked his pajamas. The corners of his clothes were rolled and rolled in her hands, but he was wide awake.

"Yin, has anyone bullied you?" He thought of her and her tears, curled up on the sofa. Actually, he knew a bit about it, but he still wanted to verify it.