Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 2193: Who I belong to, it is not your turn to decide

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"No way."

Chu Wuxin still refused decisively and looked at her for an instant: "The time has not come yet, I like to stay with you."

His eyes are still so cold.

Yes, Ye Qingluo can feel it keenly.

Under the icy cold, there is a deep emotion hidden.

Her heart trembled fiercely.

The cold and hard attitude has also been slightly eased.

Chu Wuxin is serious about her.

When Chu Wuxin saw that she was not sitting, he also stood up.

"Ye Qingluo, don't be unhappy, you belong to me." Chu Wuxin said lightly, and the eyes of Shentan stared deeply at Ye Qingluo.

He watched Ye Qingluo for a long while.

Suddenly raised her hand and wiped off the tea stained on the corners of her lips.

The man wiped her lips with a thinly callused fingertip.

By this action, Ye Qing fell back again and again.

She changed a little, and covered her skin that she had been touched with one hand: "Chu Wuxin! I have told you many times! What happened in the past can only be the past, the past, the past Now! And, who I belong to, it is not your turn to decide!"

Chu Wuxin's hand hangs in the air.

His fingers still have the soft touch of a woman.

His fingers tremble, and close them slightly.

In my ear, there is a girl's sullen voice.

Chu Wuxin's expression remained unchanged and looked at her indifferently.

"Chu Wuxin, when I was ten years old, when I was with you, I admit that I was very happy. But that was just being a happy friend.

I, Ye Qingluo, the former Seventh Miss. After the death of my mother, there are only two people left in my life: Zi Ling and Xiao Yu.

You...appeared at that time, and became the fourth person to appear in my life, who was sincere to me. "

Ye Qingluo bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes locked on Chu Wuxin tightly.

She must speak to Chu Wuxin clearly today.

Whether Chu Wuxin can listen or not.

She still has to say what should be said.

"Chu Wuxin, in that case, when I was only ten years old, my feelings for you were just relatives, just the feelings of redemption. These have nothing to do with men and women, and have nothing to do with ****.

And you...it’s just because in years of **** killings, it’s rare to see a little girl who is willing to take care of you, talk to you, and show you the warmest smile. It's just... it's your heart that has been alone for so long.

You are tempted by the warmth that I was at that time, not me. "

This is the opinion expressed as a bystander of memories.

"Actually, the two of us are very similar people. The miserable childhood caused us to give everything for it in exchange for as long as we have a trace of warmth.

We thought it was love.

But in fact, this warmth, even if it is not the other party, we will still be tempted.

Chu Wuxin, the best way for us to each other is friends and relatives, isn't it? "

Chu Wuxin's eyes gradually darkened.

The eyes like a deep pool are lingering in a bottomless vortex.

In her ear, is her low, soft voice.

I could hear that Ye Qingluo said this very seriously.

Friends...

Family...

Chu Wuxin laughed.

The cold voice and laughter seemed to be stained with ice scum.

As he smiled, he fell into his heart little by little, ice into the bones.

His smile made Ye Qingluo stop the next words.

"But Ye Qingluo, I don't need friends or relatives."

Chu Wuxin's quiet eyes can't make any waves.

He was expressionless, looking at her quietly, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "I said, you are either a dead person or... my wife."