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Chapter 75 Yi Youxia's Thoughts

She nodded.

His brows frowned even deeper: "Can he compare with me?"

"He is the dance king of our school, the champion of the national college student street dance competition." She wrinkled her nose at him, this guy is no longer confident, but narcissistic.A look of disdain flashed across Rong Zhenye's face. He is still the Harvard Dance King, the national champion, "Now your dance partner can only be me." He declared his sovereignty with an authoritarian and domineering tone.

"Why, I'm not the only dance partner of yours?" Her bright eyes dimmed. His real dance partner is Qin Xuelu. They must often dance together, watch movies together, and do all kinds of things that lovers do together.She is the only person in his heart, and she is nothing, just a hasty passerby, coming and going gently, without taking away a trace of memory.

"If you ask, I can consider it." His voice came faintly through the wind and the scent of flowers.

She was slightly startled, walked to the chair and sat down, tore off a gardenia, brought it to her nose and sniffed it.

This is a joke, right?
There was never a single word he said that could be taken seriously.

He liked to tease her, tease her, he had known that for a long time.

"I don't care, even if you dance with women all over the world, it has nothing to do with me!" She pouted, not giving him a chance to mock herself.

"Oh?" He snorted, a gloomy cold light flashed in his black eyes, and he focused on her face tightly, "I think it's duplicity?"

She trembled, his focused gaze made her uneasy, his eyes were sharp, sharp and deep and unpredictable, as if he was looking into her, wanting to see all the deepest secrets in her heart.

She tore off a petal and tore it into fragments, "I don't like you again." She muttered, although the voice was low, Rong Zhenye could hear it clearly, and a slightly hurt expression flew into his eyes , the corners of his mouth were stiffly bent upwards slightly, and a wry smile almost sad appeared on his face, "You don't have any feelings for me at all?"

She lowered her eyelids, and her thick eyelashes cast a deep shadow on her white eyelids, "You don't have feelings for me, do you?" She said in a low voice, her voice was calm, natural, and stable, but in At the bottom of these appearances, there is a certain unexplainable loneliness and a touch of helplessness hidden.

The corners of his mouth twitched, trying to say something, but all of it was blocked in his throat. His dark eyes were like deep pools of ancient water that could not be seen at the bottom, containing several kinds of contradictions and complicated expressions.

The terrible silence is like the boundless night, so thick that it cannot be melted away.

Yi Youxia hates this damn silence, it makes her bored and makes her despair.

despair?

The suddenness of the word startled her.

Without hope, how can there be despair?

But has she hoped for anything?

No, never.

She denied it without hesitation and resolutely, but deep in her heart, there was a very low voice, tossing and turning weakly, she closed her eyes and chose to ignore it.

For the next two days, Rong Zhenye still left early and returned late.

Yi Youxia felt that he should reconcile with Qin Xuelu.

Separation and reunion, reunion and reunion, isn't that what falling in love is like?
And she hasn't visited Xia Yuhan for several days.When he called, she made some excuses and hung up.He used his injury to delay the wedding and gave her a glimmer of hope, but when he thought that there was not only Yang Xiaorui, but also his mother and family, between him and her, the hope was quietly destroyed.

In the afternoon, two customers came, introduced by Fang Yifan. After reading her design albums, they were very satisfied and immediately selected several sets.

Just as work was about to start, a call came, and it was Xia Yuhan again.

However, this time it was not just a simple chat, he even sneaked out of the hospital and waited outside Longting Fenghua.

(End of this chapter)