To You, My Beloved

Before the waiter could ring the doorbell, the door was opened by Gu Qingcheng.

The waiter lowered his hand and smiled respectfully at Gu Qingcheng: Miss, it was you who called just now. Do you want clothes service?

Gu Qingcheng's eyes were slightly reddened by Tang Shi's scolding. When she saw the waiter, she quickly lowered her head and wanted to tell her to go in and get it herself. Finally, she opened her mouth and found that there was something in her throat. Trembling, Gu Qingcheng simply shook her head, passed the waiter, and hurried outside.

The waiter was stunned for a moment and knocked on the door. She just opened her mouth and called out: Is there anyone there?

A furious Get out! came from inside.

The waiter was so frightened that he quickly raised his hand, closed the door, and fled.

Tang Shi was the only one left in the hotel room for a moment.

The room was still filled with the charming atmosphere of the love he had just had with her.

Tang Shi rested on the pillow in a daze for a while, then lifted off the quilt, walked into the bathroom, and took a shower to wash away all the fragrance of her Chanel NO5 from his body.

He came out of the bathroom and stood in the bedroom. He closed his eyes and tried desperately to sniff out the scent of her neck from the room. When he was next to her neck, he accidentally smelled the faint fragrance of her body from the fragrance of Chanel NO5. .

But after smelling it for a long time, Tang Shi found that the fragrance was just like an illusion, with no trace to be found.

He walked to the window, opened it, and let the cold night breeze slowly flow into the room, diffusing her remaining Chanel NO5 fragrance in the room.

After taking a shower, he didn't wipe the water off his body. He just casually wrapped himself in a bath towel. The cold wind blew, making his body feel slightly chilly.

However, he seemed not to feel it and allowed the water drops on his body to be blown dry by the wind.

Because, no matter how cold it is, it can't cold the bottom of his heart.

Being loved by someone who remembers all your likes, habits and dislikes is originally a very joyful and happy thing.

However, when you know that behind those memories, there is a purpose and not sincerity.

What you have is not happiness or joy.

What you have is just layers of despair and helplessness that swallow you up forcefully.

Just like now, her knowledge, her gentleness and considerateness are just to make him have a good impression of her, to make him think that she is a good woman suitable to be his wife, so that he can marry her.

Her kindness to him was not sincere, and had never been sincere.

He would rather not treat her sincerely!