I couldn't stand it anymore, He Shao banged me on the wall every day, asking for remarriage.

"Let me state in advance that my sleep state is really bad. If your wound opens, don't blame me." Wen Wan put down the arm blocking the door.

He Lanchen was released and walked into the guest room happily. He walked to the bed and sat down. He patted the empty seat next to him with his big hand and winked at Wen Wan, "Don't just stand there. Come and sit."

Wen Wan laughed angrily at his turning his back on guests. She had obviously stayed in this guest room first, but he insisted on pestering her for nothing.

"Isn't the decoration style of that master bedroom your favorite? Why do you dislike it so much that you don't want to go in and sleep?" Wen Wan continued to poke at his sore spots.

Faced with Wen Wan's sarcasm, He Lanchen admitted generously, "No matter how good a place is without you, it will be like a ruin to me."

Wen Wan's steps paused slightly, and the dialogue he blurted fell on her heart like spring raindrops.

Unfortunately, He Lanchen understood it too late.

"For three years, I have been staying in this ruins waiting for your salvation, but all you can see is others..." It was never me.

Wen Wan walked to the empty seat next to He Lanchen and sat down.

Her light words fell into He Lanchen's ears, like a storm that stirred up a turbulent wave in his peaceful heart.

"I deserve it for mistaking fish eyes for pearls."

He Lanchen stared sideways into Wen Wan's clear eyes and spoke in a low magnetic voice.

Wen Wan turned his head slightly, and the moment he turned his head, his eye circles quietly turned red.

"I'm going to wash up." She wanted to run away.

Wen Wan was afraid that her mood would collapse if she stayed any longer.

The next second she stood up, He Lanchen held her wrist and said, "Wanwan, I am willing to wait for the day when you forgive me.

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Wen Wan pulled down He Lanchen's big hand expressionlessly and said calmly, "I have done something wrong. Not an apology or sorry can erase the pain I have suffered. Your indifferent words are the most important thing for the three years of youth you have given me." What a huge insult. He Lanchen, you really hate it, do you know that?"

When she began to speak, her words were clear and her mood was calm. When she talked about the memory of being dusted by the wind, her tears fell down.

He Lanchen stood up quickly and wiped the tears on Wen Wan's face with his rough thumb.

"Don't cry, I admit that I hate it. Wan Wan, you can hit me or scold me. As long as you don't cry, you can do anything you want me to do." He Lanchen used poor love words to make Wen Wan happy.

She raised her pink fist and was about to hit him. Thinking that he was injured, she reluctantly lowered her fist.

"He Lanchen, I really need to wash up." Wen Wan repeated it again.

This time He Lanchen stopped wiping her tears and held her in his arms, "Wanwan, I was blind before, so I missed the wonderful you."

Wen Wan let him hold her and didn't respond to what he said.

She couldn't remember how many nights she cried because He Lanchen loved Qiu Yiyi?

What’s more, she can’t even remember how much psychological pressure she endured under He Lanchen’s vicious verbal attack?

Why should she immediately forgive him when he apologizes?

"You continue to repent, I'll go wash up." Wen Wan got out of He Lanchen's arms and walked towards the bathroom.

She closed the door, turned on the faucet, and lowered her head to twist the water in the wash basin, feeling confused in her heart.

He Lanchen stared at the bathroom door that was closed tightly by Wen Wan, just like the door of her heart that was closed again.

He looked dejected, and there was a long way to go to win Wen Wan's forgiveness.

At night, they were lying on the bed without each other falling asleep.

He Lanchen did not dare to speak to Wen Wan, fearing that she would drive him away.

Probably because of each other's company, the two fell asleep faster than ever even though they had no physical contact.

The next day.

When Wen Wan got up, he saw a book on the pillow with a rose on it.

She struggled to get up, picked up the book on the pillow, and looked closely to see that it was a notebook. Seeing that the cover was packaged in a business style, she opened it casually and found her name densely written inside.

The handwriting on the notebook was He Lanchen's. If Wen Wan hadn't thought that it was his business notebook, she would have almost thought that the notebook with his name written all over it was a curse. As for the budding red rose, she looked carefully and saw that the thorns on the stems had been pruned. It was obvious that someone had carefully removed them. The key was that there was a white ribbon stretched on the flower stalk. She noticed with sharp eyes that the ribbon looked very familiar.

Wen Wan tried hard to search the memories in her mind. When she thought of the answer, she was so angry that she picked up her phone and dialed He Lanchen's number.

"You're crazy, take my underwear straps and tie them to rose stems."

She held her cell phone and leaned against the bedside.

At this time, He Lanchen reminded her in a hoarse voice, "Honey, I'm in a meeting."

Wen Wan hung up the phone angrily, lay down straight on the bed, and pulled up the quilt to cover herself, not even letting go of her head.

The bedroom door was quickly pushed open, and when one side of the big bed sank, a deep magnetic voice sounded outside the quilt, "Wanwan, do you want to suffocate yourself to death?"

"He Lanchen, you are perverted. I don't want to see you. Just go away."

Wen Wan hid under the quilt and drove people away angrily.

He Lanchen didn't expect that the underwear strap he picked up would cause such a big trouble, and even made Xiao Nizi cry.

"I just tied the rose stems, not anything else..." He lowered his head and got closer to Wen Wan, who was covered in quilt.

She kicked her feet in anger and asked him through gritted teeth, "What, where else do you want to tie me?"

He Lanchen's dark eyes glanced at the delicate red rose and the ribbon on the stem, understanding it.

Wen Wan didn't hear his answer, so she opened the quilt and exposed her head, just as her clear eyes met the deep black ones.

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he looked at Wen Wan with a half-smile, "Where else do you think this ribbon can tie me?"

Her ears turned red and she was unwilling to answer.

Wen Wan admitted defeat and continued to lie down on the bed, refusing the hole He Lanchen dug.

"If you don't speak, is it because you didn't think about where to tie it, or because you thought it would be hard to say anything?" He Lanchen came closer to Wen Wan and put his thin lips against her ear.

The seemingly invisible friction between her thin lips and ears made Wen Wan feel hot all over, but she couldn't move too much to push the nasty man away.

He was afraid that if he moved too much, He Lanchen would injure his wounds.

"Tie her wherever you like." Wen Wan gritted her teeth, her heart beating violently, "Don't lean against me, it's too hot."

He Lanchen held her hand, but before she could react, her hand touched something, and her head was about to explode.

"What do you think of being tied up here?"

He coaxed softly.

Wen Wan's face was so red that she could bleed, and she felt like she was going to be hot and smoking.

"He Lanchen, let go of my hand."

Her angry tone was like the murmuring of a kitten on a spring day, which made He Lanchen want to swallow her whole.