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He pushed her away a little, looking at that face under the moonlight, his face a mess of crying makeup. He asked in a low voice, "Xu Huayan, do you know what you're saying?"

When he spoke, his tone carried a faint fragrance of mint, causing her to wake up a little, but the tears were glued to her eyes, making it difficult to see clearly. The originally handsome face in front of her overlapped into countless layers, making it hard to see its contours.

She stretched out her hand, her drunkenness turning her into a fool who dared to do anything.

Her fingers were cold on his face. Her eyes were wide open and her tail was slightly drooping. She looked weak and innocent. She murmured softly and rubbed her fingers against his nose. "Who are you?"

He sighed. "It's me, the bad man you mean."

"You're not."

She shook her head, and laughed until tears streamed down her face, "You are definitely not him. If you were him, how would you allow me to say that I like you?"

"Why?"

"He said that he didn't like women pestering, and he didn't like women being tempted. I was also one of those women."

Her child, feeling wronged, pursed his lips.

"You're drunk. You're wrong. He actually likes you to like him."

His voice was hoarse, and his arm tightened around her soft waist, filling the gap between them.

"You're not him, how do you know him?

She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. She felt dizzy, as if she had fallen into a fog. She tried to see who the gentle voice belonged to, but it felt like there was an impenetrable veil covering it.

He lightly smiled, and a trace of gentleness appeared in his eyes.

He raised his hand to wipe away the tears that were about to fall from her chin, but his fingertips continued to linger on her soft and tender skin.

"I'm his best friend. He tells me everything."

He had a bad feeling and wanted to take advantage of her drunkenness to force the woman to say something deep in her heart.

"Really?"

Her eyes were wide, and her silly look was lovely.

He nodded, very sincerely.

"In that case, did he tell you …"

She was too embarrassed to ask. The alcohol only made her want to jump onto the bed to sleep, but she still tried to find out more.

"You said something, didn't you?"

He let out a soft laugh. She was truly lacking in strength. If he was the good friend that he spoke of, would he have hugged his good friend's wife in such an ambiguous manner?

"Yes, yes."

She nodded vigorously, her eyes bright as she stared at the blurry figure.

"He said you were a good girl. He said he actually wanted to be with you and start a new life together." Shen Canghao paused. Was this sentence the truest thought in his heart? Forget Sulay, start a bland life with such an ordinary but undefeatable girl...

"You don't know, he doesn't like me. He has a woman named Sulay in his heart."

Huaiyan smiled softly. Her hands, which had been holding his arms, now began to tighten.

Shen Canghao was speechless for a moment, and the fingers around her waist began to stiffen a little.

It was his name, Shang, and he decided to forget about a piece of rotting meat he had decided to discard.

"She is the past, and you are his future."

He spoke hoarsely, determined to wake himself up from his moment of immersion.

Every night in California, he lived next door to them, the sounds of lovemaking clear, the walls unstoppable, the windows a medium.

He turned over and over, pressing all the quilts on his head. The pillow almost suffocated him, but Sulay's voice was so clear and pleasant.

They really loved each other like that, every night, and every morning he was awakened by the sound.

The sound of the bedpost colliding with the wall was so intense that he could almost feel it vibrating on the other side. It sounded like a mocking mockery to him, a demonstration of Dennis Lynn's victory.

He wanted to leave, he wanted to stay in a hotel, that was what he thought when he came, but Sulay refused.

The day of Denisling's busy wedding was his paradise. Wherever he went, wherever she went, they kissed and hugged and held each other like lovers.

He was possessed by the enchanted pleasure of lingering, and he was fascinated by the pleasure of hugging Sulay and pressing his four lips together as soon as Denisling turned around.

But Sulay was an angel during the day and a devil at night, and she would not come near him at night, and she wanted Denisling at night, and yet she had been so domineering as to ask him to watch over her, and to listen to her and the other men's voices next door.

He was ashamed and unwilling to leave, struggling to endure the jealousy and hatred surging from the bottom of his heart.

He clearly remembered the day when Denisling had driven away and Sulay had gone to his room. He had been cold to her, had not looked at her, had done his thing silently and taken her for air, but when he had turned around, he had seen her take off his clothes one by one.

The newspaper in his hand unwittingly fell down, stupefying him as he looked at the bold Sule who had taken the initiative for the first time.

She couldn't stop her tears from streaming down. She stubbornly smiled at him. "Ah Hao, what was the feeling in your heart when you heard that Dennis and I were together at night?"

His face was deathly pale, and he gritted his teeth tightly. He angrily turned around and no longer looked at her. "Sulay, please get out. You're getting married!"

"Of course, of course I want to get married."

Shen Canghao felt his entire body begin to tremble. Her scent faintly surrounded the tip of his nose, making him almost unable to control himself, wanting to crush her beneath his body.

"You must be having a hard time …"

She smiled and walked in front of him. Holding his head in her arms, she whispered, "Can't you sleep at all?"