She really couldn't think that nothing had happened, and she still called him Uncle Feng with a smile as before. She would hold his arm and act coquettishly, and would kiss him in the face when he was not on guard.

All these things in the past could not have done to him without any grudges.

"Why don't you speak?" Feng Churui's voice was soft and soft, with a pleasing force: "Don't you even want to say a word to me?"

Her nose was sore, and her voice was filled with a child's tantrum: "What do you say? What do you want me to say to you?"

Feng Churui touched her head and turned her head to look at her, with her eyes focused and sincere, as if she was the only one in his eyes: "Everything is good, as long as it is what you say, I'm listening."

"This is what you said, don't regret it..." Unable to stand the bewitching of his eyes, Wu Xuewei stretched out her hand and pushed her face away, putting her head on his neck, "I never thought there was any difference between us, age is not a problem at all.

, In my opinion, this is just what you said to me for perfunctory... Why don't you like me? Is I not pretty enough, I am not good enough, or is there something I don't feel satisfied with?"

Feng Churui pondered for a moment, and just as she was about to speak, she raised her head and reached out to cover his mouth. A panic flashed in her eyes: "Don't say anything! Don't say anything!"

"Okay, I won't say it." He responded to her with a smile in his eyes.

When he spoke, his soft lips rubbed against her palms, bringing a strange touch. His whole body seemed to be powered up, and there was a numb electric current passing through the side.

Panicked, uneasy, and nervous, she immediately pulled her hand back, her head thumped and buried it on his neck, "Just listen to me, don't talk."

"Yes." He responded with a good temper.

"I promised you won't speak!" She accused angrily.

Feng Churui raised his hand and patted her back gently. This time he didn't even dare to respond. He was really afraid that she would put on another look of "I'm not familiar with you."

"I don't understand, since you said that my confession made you feel disgusted, no, maybe I like you, and made you feel disgusted. Then why do you still touch me?" This question has been bothering her, "You have a fiancée."

And the appearance is not bad, why is it me? Don’t say that you are drunk, others don’t know, but I don’t know, even if you are drunk, you will still be mentally conscious."

She stopped and Feng Churui said, "Do you want me to answer?"

"No, you are not allowed to speak!" Wu Xuewei covered his mouth willfully, and then put down her hand in disappointment. It was only when such a thing happened tonight that she dared to use fear as an excuse to say this.

Her head was resting on his neck, and the temperature from his skin and the breath from his body made her attached. She leaned against him and said a lot of things, without any logic. In the end, she was sleepy.

Xi, simply closed his eyes.

Feng Churui has been listening carefully, every word she said, complaining to him, saying that she was not happy in the United States, saying that he was a bastard, that she could never forget her, and that even if he didn't like her

If she doesn't love her, she still has someone who likes someone who loves her. For example, Qiao Lun said that she is actually quite sorry for Qiao Lun. She promised to be his girlfriend, but she couldn't repay his equal feelings...
Chapter completed!