The calmness from earlier was something she forced herself to show, and now she couldn’t keep it up.
She loved him so much, and he said he loved her too.
Yet, he was entangled with his ex-girlfriend . She watched him feel sorry for her, watched him... walk out of her room.
In the early morning, walking out exhausted...
Ha, yet another word full of meaning.
"Nuannuan!" Leng Yan intensified his tone once more, reaching out to hold her hand.
"Yes, right?" Wen Nuan stepped back, avoiding his hand. She looked up, her beautiful eyes staring directly into the eyes she was most fascinated by.
Leng Yan’s heart trembled under her gaze, instinctively wanting to dodge, "Nuannuan, it’s not what you think."
Wen Nuan’s lips pressed tightly into a line, a cold sneer in her heart.
If he didn’t want to say it, then she would.
This time, even though it wasn’t catching them in the act in bed, it was still catching them in the room.
Thinking this, she leaned against the wall. Wen Nuan held Joe’s notebook with a trembling hand, her legs also slightly shaking. If not for the wall behind her, she would have collapsed.
The man she loved, in one night, betrayed her...
Yesterday, she had deliberately declared her ownership of him in front of his ex-girlfriend, how ironic.
"You don’t need to explain, I trust what I saw."
"I didn’t do anything with her." Leng Yan looked at her, hurriedly explaining, "There were no keys at home, she came back. She had nightmares at night, I stayed to keep her company."
Seeing she wanted to interrupt him again, Leng Yan placed his hands on her shoulders, slightly exerting force. His eyes, filled with unease, "Nuannuan, listen to me."
Don’t be so close to me! she resisted in her heart. Yet, she didn’t walk away immediately.
"Alright, go ahead." She pushed the hand off her shoulder, looked at him indifferently, with a bitter smile tugging at her lips.
She really wanted to walk away, but inside she still hoped he could give a good explanation.
She wanted to convince herself that what she saw wasn’t real. But she couldn’t. Her eyes clearly saw the direction he came from. And coincidentally, he didn’t have a room card to open the door.
"Nuannuan, this time she was almost ****, she was very scared, you know that."
Leng Yan reluctantly withdrew his hands, his heart sinking. He knew she was resisting his closeness. He sighed, looking at her with deep, dark eyes, "This time, it was an attempt. But, three years ago, she was actually ****, so she’s very scared. At night, she dreamt of Zhou Boliang and the man from three years ago, both attacking her. She was so scared, covered in cold sweat. She didn’t dare stay alone in a room, so I stayed with her."
Wen Nuan took a shallow breath, looking at Leng Yan’s tightly knit brows. She didn’t know what to say.
**** is a terrifying word for girls. And she witnessed Ji Wei tied to the bed, at that moment, out of sympathy, her heart ached terribly.
If it were her, she would be lost too.
At night, she wouldn’t dare stay alone in a room either.
"But why didn’t you tell me?"
In this regard, she had much sympathy for Ji Wei. However, she couldn’t convince herself not to care.
Especially since she had called him, and he didn’t mention it, it really bothered her.
"You never wanted to tell me, did you?" Wen Nuan smiled bitterly, her heart faintly aching.
Thinking back now, when she heard he was living with Tong Xi, she could almost hear him breathe a sigh of relief through the phone receiver.