Wen Yihua took her home, held her cold hands, and kept rubbing them to keep her warm.

There is floor heating at home, and Wang Xueyan soon felt warm.

Wen Yihua took a hot towel to gently wipe her tears, stroked the red finger marks on her face, instantly understood something, and silently gritted her teeth.

She was aware of the warmth from the soft towel and the tiredness of her own body, as well as the temptation of his fingertips.

He sat down beside her, gently put his arm around her shoulder, and rubbed his chin against her hair: "It's okay now, it's all right." With me here, don't be afraid. ”

She shook her head and said nothing.

Suddenly, his hand ran over her collar, and she flinched.

He comforted softly, "I just want to buckle it for you." ”

She leaned silently against his neck, still silent.

After some time, he heard her breathing getting deeper and deeper, and looked down...

Her face was tired, and she had fallen asleep.

He picked her up horizontally, put her into the bed as gently as he could, covered her with the quilt, but did not leave.

looked at her slightly frowning brows, shrinking appearance.

Reaching out, he touched her brow, trying to smooth her.

He had the audacity to ask her to dinner today, but he didn't hear back from her.

Thinking back to what Zhang Mingle said to him: Men should be bolder.

He just tried to call her!

When Li Xuanwen's voice came, he was surprised and lost.

Although he knew her story, although he could feel that she was unhappy, after all, Li Xuanwen was her boyfriend.

On the other side of the phone, Wang Xueyan's frightened voice made him worried.

He heard Li Xuanwen's deliberate provocation and Wang Xueyan's sadness.

He is no longer just bold, but bold and keeps contacting her.

He wanted to see her, wanted to know what happened to her, wanted to comfort her by her side, wanted to confess to her, and wanted Wang Xueyan to understand that she couldn't make a mistake.

He lay on his side beside her, one hand propped up on his head, and looked at her with pity.

She didn't sleep very well, and she shivered from time to time.

He reached out and patted her like a baby to sleep.

His eyes fell on the kiss marks on her neck, and they were all red and shocking.

He couldn't help but pull the quilt up, blocking these traces that might be a shame for Wang Xueyan.

There are two people in Wang Xueyan's dream, one is Li Xuanwen and the other is Wen Yihua.

Li Xuanwen turned his back to him.

When he turned around, he was laughing, but the next second it became so deep that she couldn't understand it.

Wen Yihua said with a little melancholy: I am Wen Yihua, not Li Mingze.

When she woke up from the dream, she was stunned for a moment, the room was unfamiliar, but soon she understood.

Turning his head, the first thing I saw was a bookcase not far away.

It was quiet in the room, and she looked at the floor-to-ceiling windows.

A corner of the curtain let in a ray of sunlight, and it folded through the bay window and fell on the carpet.

She looked over herself, her shirt still there.

Raising her hand, she stroked her neck and pressed it hard, thinking about everything last night, her lips trembling slightly.

Gently getting up, she walked barefoot around the bookcase to the living room, and saw Wen Yihua lying on the sofa.

His head rested on the armrests, his hands folded in front of his chest, and his brow furrowed slightly.

She looked at him from afar, remembering the comfort he had brought to her last night.

Creeping over, she crouched down and stared at his straight nose, thick eyebrows, and sexy lips.

As if by magic, she reached out and slowly took off his glasses.

Just as the glasses were about to leave the bridge of his nose, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at her in deep silence.

They were almost face to face.

She was startled, froze in the air with glasses in her hand, and said, "I feel that you are not sleeping well, so I want to take them off for you." ”

As she spoke, she put her glasses on him, ready to get up and leave.

Wen Yihua stretched out his hand, and she was hugged and pounced on him with this force.

This action was too intimate, and she propped up her body, trying to distance herself from him.

She felt his breath fall lightly on her face, his thin lips above his eyelids lifted slightly, and her voice was a little lost: "How long are you going to think about a dead man in front of me?"

Wang Xueyan retorted weakly: "I, I don't." ”

Wen Yihua sat up slightly, but his hand did not let go of her.

She was still hugged by him on her chest: "Why are you lying to yourself?"

She protested his words: "Thank you last night. You don't need to worry about the rest. You don't have to meddle with it, either. ”

As she spoke, she tried hard to break free of him.

He said, "What if I have to take care of it?"

She asked him, "Why are you?"

Wen Yihua's hand pressed a little force on her waist and pressed her back into his arms again.

He looked at her deeply, suppressed and said, "Just because I love you!"

Wang Xueyan was as if he had been hit by an electric current, and he was confused: "You can't do this!"

"Why can't I love you? You're so good, so good, anyone can fall in love with you. Only you don't love yourself. You have to torture yourself. Li Mingze is no longer here, why don't you let someone else love you for him!"

Wang Xueyan stared at him directly, forgetting to break free from him, and just muttered: "Don't say it, don't say it!"

Wen Yihua sat up, and she was leaned against the edge of the sofa.

He put his hands on her thin shoulders and whispered, "I love you, and when I found out, I was already in love with you, deep, deep." I don't expect you to accept me, but you must learn to forget about him and let go of yourself, no one loses the ability to love someone because they lose their love once, and you do the same, as long as you don't lock yourself up. I believe that if he can see it, he will be willing to make you love and be happy again. Instead of being like now, it will be on its own. ”

Wang Xueyan couldn't help but be moved when she heard his confession.

She didn't understand that she had always thought that she was passively accepting Li Xuanwen.

It's like answering the sentence that once the sea was difficult to water.

She really didn't have the strength to find someone she could rely on spiritually.

She looked at Wen Yihua stupidly: "Don't pretend to know everything, you may not even understand yourself." ”

Smelling a painting, he stroked her face: "But you taught me to understand myself." So, we all have to give ourselves a chance. I don't want to miss you, Xue Yan, and you don't want to let yourself miss out on true love, okay?"

She knew her heart was wavering.

Li Xuanwen's face appeared in her mind, she didn't dare to think back to him yesterday, she just wanted to keep her memory in the past.

Last night, when she took the initiative to pull her clothes, she was really disheartened.

She thought she would give him back like that!

She doesn't have to be ashamed of Li Xuanwen anymore, and she also makes herself completely dead, and this heart contains Wen Yihua.

Suddenly, she didn't dare look him in the eye.

She looked down to avoid his gaze, but she didn't know that it was a shy and worried expression.

He felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart, and excitedly held her hand: "Xue Yan, you tell me, in fact, you have me in your heart, right?"

Her face showed embarrassment and a dilemma after being seen through, and her mouth opened slightly, entangled with him: "I don't know myself." ”

But this sentence is sufficient.

Wen Yihua smiled comfortably: "Not knowing anything is the real liking, isn't it?"

She said, "You smell a painting." ”

He was inexplicably nervous: "I'm smelling a painting." ”

Her palms were slightly sweaty, and her fingers unconsciously circled his palms: "I mean, I didn't treat you as Li Mingze." ”

His heart was moved and steadfast, and his bright eyes looked at her: "Sometimes I'm glad that I look the same as him, so that you can pay attention to me." ”

"No!" she interrupted him a little anxiously, "You're not him, all I paid attention to later was to smell a painting." ”

He smiled happily: "Xue Yan, you have to understand that no one can love yourself in your place." You're going to have to come out one day. ”

Wang Xueyan closed her eyes, feeling the momentary comfort that these words brought to her soul, and her mood gradually calmed down.

In the next second, her mobile phone suddenly rang, making her heart suddenly nervous.

Li Xuanwen almost didn't sleep all night!

He called her mother and got the reply that she had gone to Chen Chen's house.

He called Chen Chen, but Chen Chen didn't answer.

He knew he was wrong, and he just wanted to find her and ask for her forgiveness.

Wang Xueyan looked at the phone with a smile, looked at her distressedly, and said, "Are you afraid?"

She shook her head and said with difficulty: "Don't be afraid! I just think that I was too indecisive in the past to get to this point with Xuanwen." I shouldn't have promised him if I didn't love him, and I have been perfunctory for so many years. I'm really bad. So, I have to end this state, even if he will hate me, he will blame me, even if all the people don't understand me, I have to make a decision. ”

Wen Yihua looked at her determined face: "I'll face it with you." ”