Loyal Husband, Be Gentle Please

As she spoke, she looked up into Xia Lan's eyes, and her lips still carried a smile: "Lanlan, in the end, I have never let you down. Yes, I like Chen Xiyang, and you like it as well. Could it be that in your eyes, our ten-odd years of sisterly relationship really isn't even bullsh * t? "

Xia Lan's pupils suddenly shrank. His fingers that hung at his side stiffly trembled, and then slowly clenched into a fist.

"Sisterhood?" She smiled, tears flowing out from the corners of her eyes, "Right, it's nothing at all. Don't you know that people's hearts are selfish? Chen Xiyang is the person I want to live with for my entire life, can you live with me for your entire life? "

An Hao looked at her with teary eyes. She knew that she was also crying, but she suddenly felt that it was really funny.

"Without you, of course, he would like me."

Her words were filled with righteousness, as if this was what should have happened. An Hao stared at her for a long time, then said softly: "Then, I wish you success."

Then she turned and walked away, perhaps too angry, and when she closed the door she did not grasp the strength well enough to make a loud bang.

Xia Lan stared at the tightly shut door, her tears flowing like a faucet, she slowly fell down to the ground and couldn't help but cry out loud.

An Hao aimlessly walked on the street, like a lonely wandering soul.

She suddenly thought of the winter when she was in her first year of university, when she and Xia Lan slept together in her school dormitory during winter. One night, Xia Lan suddenly leaned into her ear and said, "Ahh, I think I like a person, he is extremely handsome."

She then thought about how they stood on the school's basketball court together, and looked at the boy playing football on the ball field together. She pointed at Chen Xiyang's figure and told her, "Lanlan, Lanlan, that's the boy I told you about. He's called Chen Xiyang.

She couldn't remember what Xia Lan's expression looked like at that time. She only remembered that every time Chen Xiyang played ball, Xia Lan would accompany her there to watch. She said that the boy she liked was also playing ball.

She asked foolishly, "He's also playing? Is it Jiangbei? "

Because Xia Lan had once said that the boy she liked was super handsome, she had subconsciously ruled out Chen Xiyang. The only one who could be called handsome was only Jiangbei.

It turned out that Xia Lan wasn't the one who told her that she liked Jiangbei, but rather, her guesses.

Amongst them, Xia Lan was the first one to run into Chen Xiyang, a full half a semester earlier than her.

An Hao's heart felt extremely uncomfortable. When she realized that she was on her way home, she had already reached the door of her own home. She stood there and looked dazedly at her own door, but didn't go knock on it.

She didn't know how to explain this to her grandmother. She didn't know how to not worry about it, and at this time, she had already gone to sleep.

Grandmother always liked to go to bed early.

In the middle of the night, An Hao threw the high heels on her feet onto the ground and climbed up to her own wall to look inside. Her feet were sprained, and felt pain, so she sat on the wall and rubbed her ankles.

"Are you going to sleep on this bed tonight?"