Quan Shaoqing’s reaction was only momentary. He lowered his head and chuckled softly, jesting, "If you’re willing to marry me, I won’t marry her."
Gu Xiaoxi looked back at his somewhat serious profile and laughed scornfully, "Men really are no good. They can still say such things even when they’re about to get married. Miss Chen would be heartbroken if she knew."
"Would you be willing to come with me then?" Quan Shaoqing asked, his deep eyes and Gu Xiaoxi’s blank gaze locked tightly, his tone filled with gravity.
This time, it was she who was momentarily lost.
Wherever she went, it would be the same—if it wasn’t for true love, she would be lonely wherever she went.
"Don’t say things like that in the future, we have no right."
She was already married, and he was also about to be.
Snowflakes spiraled down onto the glass window, and under the assault of the indoor heating, the snowflakes quickly turned into mist and rolled down from the glass.
Gu Xiaoxi drank beer and gradually, she truly became drunk, not knowing when she had fallen asleep.
She had a very long dream, in which everything was filled with Quan Shaoqing’s shadow.
She married him, wearing a beautiful wedding dress, and they held a grand wedding.
The feeling was too real, so real that it felt like she had experienced it all herself.
She felt very happy and even laughed in her dream.
She thought such a beautiful dream would never end...
She didn’t know if it was because her laugh was too sweet, but suddenly, she woke up.
In the dark night, she lay with her innocent large eyes open, everything from the dream vividly imprinted in her mind.
Quan Shaoqing said, "Xiao Xi, I love you!"
A simple confession that was all too common, and yet it was in a dream, inexplicably made her heart race.
He was getting married? On the surface, she seemed not to care, but in her heart, she was a bit pained!
But what could she do? Having fallen into Bai Yaxuan’s trap, she had no right to leave.
Until she divorced him, having feelings for someone else would be considered infidelity, wouldn’t it?
Thinking this, Gu Xiaoxi felt thirsty and crawled out of bed, but something felt wrong.
This wasn’t her bedroom?
She turned on the bedside lamp; the unfamiliar decor and the warm yellow chandelier gave her a moment of befuddlement.
She rubbed her forehead, then remembered she had been drinking at Quan Shaoqing’s house, and then...
It was obvious where she was.
Wearing slippers, she found her phone and glanced at the time—two in the morning, truly the time when people are sound asleep.
Stepping out of the bedroom, she found her door not closed, and the door of the room next to hers was also open.
Inside, the light was on, and someone was asleep on the bed.
The soft light shone on the sharp contours of the man’s face, dark shadows cast by dense lashes under his thick eyebrows.
The sound of his powerful breathing echoed out from the silent room, and she, as if possessed, took steps inside.
Standing beside his bed, she reveled in his unique sleep talk, recalling a scene from her dream...
He lay asleep , and she, mischievously, climbed onto his bed and tickled his nose with her hair. He pretended to sleep, then suddenly wrapped her in his arms when she least expected it, doing some indescribable things.
Gu Xiaoxi exhaled deeply, her cheeks involuntarily flushing with heat; she couldn’t believe she had such dreams.
And about Quan Shaoqing, no less!
What was happening to her, to have such wicked thoughts?
Gu Xiaoxi quickly shook her head, wanting to flee from his side, but just then, the man on the bed awoke.