Despair, breakdown, self-loathing, erupted in one breath on this night.

She hated him so much that she longed for him to taste her heartache at the moment, and longed to tell the world about his unspeakable crush, so that the people he loved could escape from him.

Let him be like her, and get nothing.

But Luo Nanchu was innocent.

But she couldn't damn it.

She can shoot him in the heart, but she can't bear to feel distressed by him.

**'s scars can be healed, and the mental scars are indelible, and the latter is a terminal illness that is truly deadly.

She pushed him away, shook her head and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't want to stay here, I want to go home...... I'll take a taxi back by myself, don't come and see me off. ”

It was a mistake for her to come to see Luo Nanchu, she actually just wanted to see how good it was to meet her rival, and then the facts told her that Luo Nanchu was very good, really good, so good that she couldn't find a reason to hate her.

So it's over.

There's no way to hate Luo Nanchu, so you can only hate yourself.

She began to hate her cowardice, her love for Yan Ruyu, her inability to withdraw from this deception in a chic manner, and her hatred of herself. I really hate being like this.

"Secluded." Yan Ruyu tried to hold her, but he was not at ease to let her go back alone when she was like this. "I'll send you back."

Lu Mingyou pulled her hand out of his palm, any touch he made her feel miserable now, coming here was a game of self-inflicted humiliation, she wanted to be alone and quiet, thinking about how to spend the next three months together.

Perhaps, it was time for her to move out of his villa.

What if he really liked her a little bit in the end? After all, it still can't reach the level she wants, do you want to marry him for that little bit of love? It's ridiculous, this gamble has been known from the beginning, and there is no sense of expectation at all.

Yan Ruyu grabbed her arm and was shaken away by her wave, she was too strong, her palm touched his face, and the sound of "snap" made both of them startled.

"I ......" Lu Mingyou raised his head to look at the red marks on his face, frowned slightly, and then said in a low voice, "I'm sorry......"

She retreated, and was re-grabbed by the man's arm with a calm face, Lu Mingyou was frightened by him, and resisted him with all her might, her high heels stepped on the stone, and she fell to the grass with a scream, unconsciously grabbed the man's shirt, and the other party's heavy body pressed against her, pressing her on the grass stained with night dew.

She rolled over and tried to run away, but was grabbed by the man's shoulders and pressed to the lawn, and she looked at him with a frown and red eyes, her face full of tears, like a frightened little fox.

He lowered his head and kissed her on the cold lips, and his voice was low: "Youyou, I don't like you as much as you think. ”

Lu Mingyou turned her face away, tears slid down the corners of her eyes, and her voice carried a faint grievance: "I know." But that's not what I want. ”

"Give me a little more time," he sighed lowly, "it won't take much time, soon, don't you believe in your charm?" ”

Lu Mingyou bit her lip, "Of course I know how likable I am. I don't believe you. ”