"We're getting married soon. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Father is announcing our marriage tonight.

I should have told you earlier, but I thought you knew—years ago.

I never thought of you - because you have so many boyfriends.

I thought I was daydreaming—"

Life and feeling and understanding began to flood back into her again.

"But you just said you were interested in me. ”

His warm hands hurt hers.

"Do you have to, my dear, say those things that upset you?" she was silent, forcing him to continue.

"My dear, how can I make you understand these things?

You're so young, and you don't think much about problems, so you don't know what it means to get married. ”

"I know I love you. ”

"To be a happy couple, two people as different as us, love alone is not enough.

What you need is the whole of a man, his body, his feelings, his soul, his mind. If you don't get that, you're going to be miserable.

But I can't give you the whole of me, nor can I give the whole of me to anyone.

I won't want your whole mind and soul either.

So you're going to be sad. And then they'll hate me—they'll hate me!

You'll hate the books I read and the music I love, because they stole me from you, even for a moment.

So I-maybe I-"

"Do you love her?"

"She's like mine, part of my bloodline, and we know each other, stupid!

Can't I make you understand that unless two people love each other, they can't live on a secure life when they get married? “

Someone else has said:

"Marriage can only be like the same kind, otherwise there will be no happiness. “

Who said that?

It was as if she had heard it for millions of years, but it still seemed meaningless.

"But you said you wanted to. ”

"I shouldn't have said that. ”

A slowly burning fire rose somewhere in her head, and anger began to sweep away everything else.

"Well, that's a bastard anyway—"

His face turned pale.

"Because I'm about to marry the weak.

I said that bastard, I shouldn't have said it in the first place, since I know you won't understand. How can I not care about you?-

You pour all your passion into life, and I don't. You can love and hate fiercely, but I can't.

You're as pure as fire and wind and other primitive things, and I-"

Clumsy remembered weakness, and suddenly saw her quiet blue eyes, her gentle little hands with long luminous lace gloves, and that elegant and quiet demeanor.

And so her anger exploded, the same kind that provoked Payne to risk his life by killing and other Phantom Realm ancestors.

At this moment, she no longer has the slightest bit of culture and the character that can silently endure any torture in the world.

"You coward!

Why don't you say it, you're afraid to marry me!

You'd rather live with that stupid little fool.

She opened her mouth and closed her mouth 'yes', 'yes', and raised a bunch of obedient little cubs like her!

"You can't call weakness like that!"

"What-you can't-, you!

How old are you, and you want to teach me that you can't do this, you can't do that?

You're a coward, you bastard. You make me believe that you're going to marry me—"

"Be fair," he said in a pleading tone. "How could I—"

She didn't want justice, though she knew his words were good.

He had never crossed the boundaries of his friendship with her, but the thought of it made her even more angry, because it hurt her self-esteem and feminine vanity.

She had been pursuing him, but he was not at all tempted.

He would rather be weak and weak, and such a pale-faced little fool than her.

Now, it would be much better if she followed the teachings of her mother and Wujiao's godmother, and never revealed even the slightest hint of liking to him.

I don't know how much better it is to face this kind of shameful scene!

With his hands clenched into fists, she leaped to her feet, and at the same time he got up and looked down at her, his face full of speechless pain, as if a person was forced to face reality and reality was very painful.

"I'm going to hate you for the rest of your life, you bastard-you nasty-nasty-"

She wanted to use the most vicious word, but she couldn't think of it.

"Stupid-please-"

He held out his hand to her, but then she slapped him with all her might, and the crackling sound was like a whip in the quiet room.

Then her anger suddenly disappeared, and only a burst of desolation remained in her heart.

Her red palm prints were visibly left on his fair, tired face.

He didn't say a word, just took her soft hand and put it to his lips and kissed it.

Then, without waiting for her to speak, he stepped out, shutting the door softly.

She sat down in her chair again abruptly, and her knees went weak as soon as the anger passed.

He was gone, but the impression of his beaten face would remain in her memory for the rest of her life.

She saw his slow, low footsteps fade away at the end of the hall, and then she felt that she had borne all the serious consequences of her actions.

She had lost him forever.

From then on, he would hate her, and every time he saw her, he would remember that she had committed herself to him without his encouragement.

"I'm as lowly as a masquerade," she thought suddenly, remembering how everyone, first of all, herself, had contemptuously laughed at Silk's recklessness.

She seemed to see the nasty writhing posture of Silk hanging on a man's shoulder.

Hearing her stupid laughter, it stung her even more, so she was very angry, angry with herself, angry with Mengjiao, angry with the world.

Because she hated herself, hated it all, out of a resentment that had arisen from the frustration and humiliation of her 16-year-old love.

There was only a little real tenderness mixed in her love, mostly vanity mixed with superstition about her own charm.

Now she has failed, and even more than the sense of failure is her fear, the fear that she has become the laughing stock of the public.

Is she already as eye-catching as Silky?

Will everyone laugh at her?

She shuddered at the thought of this.

Her hand landed on a small table beside her, and her fingers inadvertently touched a small porcelain bowl of lilies, on which the two winged porcelain angels were grinning and giggling.

The room was so quiet that she almost wanted to scream to break the silence.

She had to do something or she would go crazy.

She picked up the porcelain bowl and threw it at the fireplace opposite, but it only skimmed the high back of the couch and smashed against the marble stove, shattering with a thud.

"That's too much. A voice came from the depths of the couch.

She had never been so frightened, but her mouth was so dry that she couldn't speak.

She clung to the back of the chair, feeling her legs limp, as if she couldn't stand steadily, and then Zhou Bo got up from the sofa where he had been lying and bowed to her with an excessively polite attitude.

"It's unlucky enough to be disturbed by taking a nap and being forced to listen to such a long drama, but why endanger people's lives?"

He's not a ghost. He is a real man, but the gods are bless us, and he hears everything!

She had to do her best to pretend to be dignified.

"Sir, you should let the family know about your stay here. ”

"Really?" he bared a mouthful of snow-white teeth, a pair of brave glow-in-the-dark eyes mocking her.

"You're an uninvited intruder. I was forced to wait here for Mr. Qian Ju, because I thought maybe I was an undesirable person in the backyard, so I came here after some consideration. I guess it's okay to be undisturbed now. But it's unfortunate!"

He shrugged his shoulders and smiled softly.

As soon as she remembered that this rude man had heard everything, and heard those words that she would rather die than say now, her temper began to flare up again.

"Eavesdroppers!" she said indignantly.

"Eavesdroppers often listen to something very nice and beneficial," he said with a deliberate smirk. "From the long experience of eavesdropping, I-"

"Sir, you are not superior!"

"Your eyesight is very good," he said lightly, "but you, miss, are not a good woman!"

He seemed to find her amusing, as he smiled gently again.

"Whoever says and does what I have just heard, she can no longer be considered a superior woman. However, high-class women are rarely attractive to me.

I knew what they were thinking, but they never had the courage or lack of education to say what they were thinking.

This attitude will be tiresome by then.

But you, you are a girl of extraordinary spirit and worthy of admiration, dear Miss Piaoxiang, so I want to take off my hat to you.

I don't understand, what is so wonderful about that gentleman of the crepe mask that can fascinate a girl like you with a personality like a storm?

He should get down on his knees and thank God for giving him a man like you---what did he say?-

To -- the girl who poured all her passion into life, who knew that he was a wretched wretched wretch—"

"You're not worthy to polish his boots!" she snapped angrily.

"But you're going to hate him for the rest of your life!" he sat down on the couch again, and Dumb heard him still laughing.

If she could have killed him, she would have done it.

But that didn't happen, and she walked out of the library with the dignity she could, slamming the heavy door shut.

She ran upstairs in one go, and when she reached the top of the stairs she felt like she was going to faint.

She stopped, grabbed the railing, and the pounding heart seemed to jump out of her chest from anger, humiliation, and nervousness.

She wanted to take a few deep breaths, but Wujiao's godmother tied her waist too tightly.

If she did faint, people would find her at the top of this staircase, what would they think?

Oh, they can think of anything, like Mengjiao and that hateful Zhou Bo, and all those nasty girls who are jealous of others!

For the first time in her life, she regretted that she didn't carry a sniffer with her like other girls, and she never even had a sniffer.

She has always prided herself on never getting dizzy.

But at this moment, she must not allow herself to faint.

Gradually, that uncomfortable feeling began to disappear.

Soon she felt completely normal, so she slipped into the little dressing room next to Rourou's room, loosened her corset, and crawled into a bed next to another girl who was sleeping.

She managed to calm her heartbeat, and tried to calm her face and appear calm, for she knew that she must be looking like a madwoman at this moment.

If a girl is awake, she will notice that something is wrong around her. But don't let anyone know what's going on.

From the bay window at the top of the staircase, she could see the men reclining under the spirit tree and on the chairs in the gazebo. She was so envious of them!

As a man, she will never have to endure the kind of pain she just experienced, how happy she should be!

She stood there looking at them, feeling a little dizzy, when she suddenly heard the rapid, heavy sound of unicorn hooves in the driveway in front of the house, the sound of stones splashing, and the excited voice of a loud inquiring about the luminous man.

The stones flew again, and soon she saw a man riding a unicorn across the green meadows, and toward the group of people who were lounging under the spirit tree.

In the real world, Billy Fragrance meets her embarrassing eavesdropper Zhou Bo at the most embarrassing moment, but what she can't imagine is that in one of her long-term dreams that is about to start, Billy is about to become another beautiful Fragrance Master.

And as the couple of her dreams, Zhou Bo and her legend have just begun-

The silver light flashed, and a white shark tooth "spirit knife" stabbed out, pointing at the middle-aged man's left shoulder, so that the spirit knife boy did not wait to recruit the old, his wrist shook the spirit knife obliquely, and the spirit blade had been cut to the man's right neck!

The middle-aged man blocked the grid with the spirit knife, and with a bang, the two spirit knives struck each other, buzzing, and the sound was endless, the double spirit knife was shining, and three moves had been dismantled, and the middle-aged man's long spirit knife slammed down, slashing the young man's top door!

The young man avoided to the right, and with a pull of the spirit knife in his right hand, the white shark tooth spirit knife stabbed the man's thigh!

The two of them are swift and fight with all their might!

There are two people sitting in the east of Lian Xiantang!

The top one is a middle-aged fairy in her fifties, with a silver white face and closed lips!

The next one is an old man in his fifties, with a long beard twisted in his right hand, and his expression is very proud!

The seats of the two were more than a meter apart, and there were more than twenty male and female disciples standing behind them!

There are more than a dozen guests sitting in a row of chairs on the east side!

The eyes of both the East and the West are focused on the gladiatorial battle between the two in the field!

Seeing that the young man and the middle-aged man had dismantled more than 100 moves, the spirit knife moves were getting tighter and tighter, and they didn't know whether they won or lost!

Suddenly, the middle-aged god spirit knife swung out, and with great force, his body was slightly pretended, as if he wanted to fall!

A young man in a white shirt among the guests in the east couldn't help but laugh "sneer"! )