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Since he was young, he had always been surrounded by sweet talk, false flattery, and the love of countless women. He had never known that there were women who didn't love him in this world.

Even someone like Su Lai, who had only been taken down by him in a movie or concert, would think about it now. It was as if he had paid more than Su Lai for Xu Hanyan, but that woman didn't even like him, much less loved him.

Her coldness, her concealment, her indifference, her patience, her stubbornness, suddenly blossomed in his heart. He had never admitted defeat, but he did not believe that this woman had three heads and six arms or something.

As she walked past the car, the back door suddenly opened and a hand suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her up.

"Ah …" "Save me …"

By the time she came to her senses and shouted for help, the car door had already been slammed shut. In the orange light, she was gradually able to clearly see that face …

The joyous cries for help gradually died down, finally the silence of the carriage became tranquil.

The collar of his white shirt was slightly open, revealing a large area of firm skin. The smell of smoke still lingered on his body.

The two of them were separated by a long distance. They just stood there silently with their heads lowered, not even sparing a glance at each other.

"There's still one more day until the wedding. Of course, I won't force you. From now on, I'll give you two minutes. Think carefully and give me an answer."

He spoke, his voice serious, not teasing, not flippant, not gentle, not cold.

Her eyes sparkled under the warm lights and stared straight at him, but he turned his head in time and leaned lazily against the sofa, no longer saying anything.

"Why? You can reject your grandfather. "

When she spoke, she felt as if a ball of cotton had been stuffed into her throat, making her throat unbearably hoarse.

He smiled faintly and said, "I heard from him that he was very happy and would live a longer time."

When she looked at him again, the light in her eyes softened a little. She bit her lower lip, lowered her long eyelashes, and a thought suddenly appeared in her heart: "I can promise you that I'll take a form and then you can agree to divorce me. You can do whatever you want with me."

He suddenly turned his head, and his narrowed eyes became sharp and sinister. "I don't need you to be so unwilling to give me a marriage gift!"

She was stunned. It had always been him who had given her charity. The slightest tenderness, the least bit of care, the least bit of warmth … Was there even a possibility of her giving him money?

"What do you want?"

She felt very tired. With a man like this, she would lose at least twenty years of her life.

"I want you. You love me."

He leaned over and looked down at her from above. A sharp and domineering look was in his eyes as he forced her into a corner.

"No."

She immediately refused, not moving, not letting her heart slip out of her control. This was practically the last bit of pride and dignity she had in front of him. Once she fell in love with him, or admitted to having imagined such a thing, she would definitely lose.

"Is that so?"

She trembled slightly as she leaned backwards, pulling the distance between them by a little. Yet, he did not let her go, forcing his gaze to once again sweep over her, as if he could pierce through her.

Her happy face suddenly trembled. His hand was already pressed against her lower abdomen through the thin layer of cloth. She wanted to dodge but he had already opened his mouth: "Does it hurt? Is the bleeding stopped? "

Her eyes grew hot, blaming herself for being too disappointing. It was just a proper greeting, but she began to soften her heart.

He shook his head, nodded again, and his face began to turn red. It was as if she were half lying and he was on top of her.

This distance was too awkward.

"That's good. I'll bring you to check again tomorrow and bring back the medicine."

He spoke in a low voice, his voice gentle as he caressed her face, as if he was trying to seduce her.

Huaiyan's heart was thumping like a deer bumping into its prey. "No need, I can do it myself."

"How long has it been since you had the operation?"

He suddenly asked another question.

"Almost twenty days …"

She didn't remember too clearly either, she only remembered the general idea. On the tenth day after his departure, he came back from her surgery for more than a week, which was almost 20 days.

The corner of his lips suddenly curled up as an evil light flashed in his eyes. "In ten days, it'll be over …"

"What can I do?"

she asked, puzzled.

He didn't want to tell her that the old doctor had warned him for a long time after she had left the room that he couldn't do that kind of thing within a month after the surgery!

"You'll know when the time comes."

When he spoke, the kiss followed …

Huaiyan was in a bit of a daze. He had only kissed her, yet such a powerful magic made her dizzy. She didn't dare to imagine what would happen to her if she continued to stay with him …

"Don't touch me …"

He tried his best to push him away, but he easily caught hold of his hands and held them on top of his head. "Unless you're in love with me. You're in love with Shen Canghao."

His beautiful eyes narrowed. "Do you love me?" He spoke in a low voice.

She was gasping for breath on the sofa, but she still stubbornly shook her head.

To be honest, even she herself wasn't clear as to whether she had any unnecessary feelings for him …

"Your body and expression are both far more honest than yours …"

He gave a low laugh, and his slender fingers began to move …