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After the bed was made, Ouyang Mengjiao took a seat on top of it seriously, but he couldn't help but frown.

She felt that the bed was so hard and uncomfortable. But then she brought this hard, uncomfortable feeling along with it to a few years ago, when wasn't it the same feeling? However, he had gotten used to it after sleeping for so long.

Huang Xing asked: How do I increase it?

Ouyang Mengjiao blinked his eyes: For example, drinking some red wine.

'Drink more? ' Huang Xing frowned his eyebrows, and fiercely smoked: I think that we should stop messing around and go home.

Ouyang Mengjiao glared at Huang Xing in anger: What are you trying to say? It's all here, and I've paid the rent for the day. Look at that landlord, he's still so obsessed with money. However... But I think it's worth it to spend a few hundred dollars to go back and revisit the good feeling.

Huang Xing laughed bitterly: "Why do I feel like this is a child playing house." I must have committed a crime to be able to come here with you in the middle of the night. Cold and sleepy.

'Is it cold? ' Ouyang Mengjiao's entire body moved closer to Huang Xing's body. "With me here, will you still be cold?"

Huang Xing trembled as he felt goosebumps all over his body: Stop messing around, tell me, for such a small bed, where do you want me to sleep? Where do you sleep?

Ouyang Mengjiao giggled: Squeezing, squeezing is warm.

Huang Xing shook his head: No, I can't. With such a small bed, sleeping alone was more like it.

Ouyang Mengjiao criticized: Alright, you better not pretend to be a big guy. How long have you and Zhao Xiaoran been staying here for? Don't tell me you slept on the floor and she on the bed. And when I was living here with you, how come you didn't feel crowded? Hmph, now that he's here, you think it's too crowded?

Huang Xing straightened his back: Don't tell me you didn't see that I'm getting a little fat?

'Funny! ' Ouyang Mengjiao tsk-tsked, "With this body of yours, you call it getting fat?" I understand now that you're just annoying me and you don't want to be with me. Isn't it?

Huang Xing commanded Ouyang Mengjiao: "We are not husband, wife, nor lover, why should we live in the same bed?

Ouyang Mengjiao was startled, she never thought that Huang Xing would actually be able to say such a thing. A trace of disappointment bloomed on her face. She laughed coldly and said in a special tone, You are great, you are noble, you have feelings. I, Ouyang Mengjiao, have come here of my own will.

Seeing Ouyang Mengjiao angry, Huang Xing also realized that he was being too harsh on her.

To be exact, it was definitely abnormal for her to not have any thoughts when facing such a beautiful and adorable rich girl. Huang Xing had been controlling himself to not let anything that should not have happened. He didn't want to let Fu Jie down, and he also didn't want Ouyang Mengjiao to return to his own world. To all three of them, that would be a serious injury and betrayal.

But in actuality, Huang Xing's heart was filled with some yearning. Recalling Ouyang Mengjiao's every frown and every smile, there was a kind of indescribable feeling in his heart. He didn't dare admit that he loved her, but he still liked her a lot. He did not dare to define this relationship as a kinship, much less as a love. Perhaps it was a wonderful feeling, given the relationship between love and kinship. The more difficult part was that Huang Xing was unable to give Ouyang Mengjiao the appropriate position in his heart, and he even more so did not know how to handle this subtle relationship between the two of them from now on.

'I'm sorry.' Huang Xing reached out to support Ouyang Mengjiao's arm: Meng Jiao, you're still young, I don't want to hurt you anymore.

Ouyang Mengjiao's expression was wooden: You mean …. Huang Xing, no, no, no, yellow brother, don't misunderstand me. I, Ouyang Mengjiao, am not as …. So sentimental, so stupid. I just feel that the two of us, fate is not finished, I just want to have a second chance with you, that was a very good memory. I admit that I still like you, love you. But I also know that I, Ouyang Mengjiao, do not have much of a place in your heart. It was Fu Jie. I don't have the capital to compare myself to her, I know that. But I really can't help myself. I'm very selfish sometimes, and I just want to be alone with you and talk to you. I already knew that this would be the result. Back then, I … I really shouldn't have left you that long. It shouldn't have.

Huang Xing seemed to have thought of something and said: Meng Jiao, I don't blame you. I have always seen you with my own eyes. But you know, I've done a lot of things wrong, and I can't go on being wrong. You should. You should face up to your new feelings, your new life.

Suddenly, Ouyang Mengjiao started to sob. He grabbed onto one of Huang Xing's hands emotionally: "I … I... I can't let it go, I can't let it go...

This whimper of hers also didn't feel good in Huang Xing's heart. Alright, Meng Jiao, don't do this. I promise you, I'll stay here with you for a while longer. But we have to go back tonight. A lot of things. Do you understand? Huang Xing stared at Ouyang Mengjiao, hoping that she would understand his good intentions.

'Enough? ' Ouyang Mengjiao laughed bitterly: "So you're saying, we should be the same type of people as you."

Huang Xing blushed with shame: I didn't say that. We are colleagues now, good friends. We went through many things together, and we shared many hardships together. How can we be the same kind of passersby?

The corner of Ouyang Mengjiao's mouth twitched, he retreated two steps and sat on the edge of the bed: I am thinking too much of myself, thinking too much of myself. I thought you were resisting on the surface, but in your heart, like me, you couldn't forget this place where we lived together. I thought you'd have a deep affection for it. But you act so bland, you. It's like you've never lived here, like. It is as if in your life, there has never been a girl named Ouyang Mengjiao before. That memory was erased by you, wasn't it? In your world, the name of Ouyang Mengjiao is useless, right?

She asked a series of questions, some incoherent.

Huang Xing shook his head: I have not forgotten, and will not forget. This is our common memory. We eat together, we go to work together, we... I can remember every detail of that time. But the past is over. Why should we bother? Grasping the present and looking at the future is what we should do now.

'Seize the present, look at the future … ' Ouyang Mengjiao shook his head sourly: You really know how to use words. Why do you have the guts to say those two idioms in your mouth? There was an indescribable feeling. Have you ever considered the feelings of the listener? Yes, as you said, the past is all in the past, but I, and you, have no amnesia. Everything would be the past. Isn't it?

Huang Xing countered with a question: What exactly do you want to express?

Ouyang Mengjiao slowly shook his head: I don't know what I want to say either. But I knew I had failed. I wagged my tail in front of a man who used to belong to me but no longer belongs to me. It's me. I was thinking too much. I thought this place would bring back all your memories of a girl. But you keep telling me you have to forget the past.

Huang Xing threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it over: Alright, let's not talk about this anymore, alright, Meng Jiao?

However, Ouyang Mengjiao just stared at the cigarette that Huang Xing had stomped flat on the ground, then she drooped her neck and asked expressionlessly: "I'm just like this cigarette, right?"

Huang Xing's heart suddenly shook.

Of course he understood what Ouyang Mengjiao meant by that.

But Huang Xing really didn't know how to explain it. He was silent for a moment, then said: "This cigarette has nothing to do with you …."

Who would have thought that after Ouyang Mengjiao heard this, she would immediately erupt into silence, and almost shouted out: How is it unrelated to me? I'm the cigarette in your hand. When you've finished, smoked enough, and there's only the butt left, you throw it away mercilessly and even step on it!

Huang Xing helplessly raised his hand to rub his forehead. He was at a loss as to how to respond to her series of actions. Huang Xing tried to use a gentle tone as he said, "Meng Jiao, why do you think this way?" I admit, something happened between us. Some things. But... But we.

He continued to speak but was unable to continue. He really did not know how to organize his thoughts so that Ouyang Mengjiao's mood would not worsen.

Ouyang Mengjiao dipped his palm into the moisture in his eyes a few times, calming his emotions. Now, you can go.

What? Huang Xing was shocked!

To be precise, Huang Xing really wanted to leave this place that confused everyone. He had also been trying to do Ouyang Mengjiao's work just now. But when Ouyang Mengjiao took the initiative to let Huang Xing leave, Huang Xing hesitated.

With Ouyang Mengjiao's current condition, with the alcohol still lingering in his body, could he be at ease?

Seeing that Huang Xing did not react, Ouyang Mengjiao urged him coldly: You're still not leaving?

Huang Xing asked: What about you?

Ouyang Mengjiao shrugged his shoulders and laughed bitterly: "I'll stay." As a person, I must be honest. Since I've paid the rent, I must fulfill my promise and stay here for the night.

Huang Xing frowned: "I really do not understand, what benefits do you get from staying here for the whole night? Except for the cold.

The corner of Ouyang Mengjiao's mouth twitched, he laughed, and laughed in a mournful manner: "The benefits are right, I want to tell you, the benefits are too much!" Want to hear it?

Huang Xing was helpless against her, he raised his head slightly: "Tell me, I'm listening."