Chapter 125: Once upon a time, memories of the past

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He hurt her too much and didn't have that qualification.
When Sang Xia woke up again, her head was still groggy and a little painful.
When she opened her eyes, she saw a strange place. She sat on the (bed chuang) in silence for a while before she gradually remembered what happened to her last night (fafa).
She was still dressed neatly, she got up, the room was quiet, she walked to the corridor, and there was a room opposite.
Turning his back to her, facing the French window, there was a person sitting there.
Sang Xia rubbed some messy hair and said to him, "I troubled you last night."
Bo Yi paused when she heard her voice, then turned her head, his expression (look) looked gentle, "Did you know that man last night?"
Sang Xia thought for a while, then nodded.
Although it was the first time we met, it could be considered a acquaintance. Sang Xia knew that he was talking about Harun.
He was going to send himself back yesterday.
"It's good to know each other, but it's better not to let an unfamiliar man send you back."
Bo Yi said lightly.
Sang Xia fixedly looked at him for a while, then nodded.
Bo Yi is very far away from her, even if she wakes up and may be leaving, he will not come.
Seeing that the atmosphere was a little stiff, Sang Xia said jokingly, "You seem to be afraid of me."
The corners of Bo Yi's lips lightly tugged, turned around, and faced the French window again.
I am not afraid of you, but love you.
and so……
Bo Yi's eyelids droop slightly, and his lips lightly open, "I just don't want to hurt you anymore."
Getting closer, he was afraid that he could not control his behavior.
His voice was very soft, as if out of reach, but Sang Xia stood at the door frame, but she froze slightly, under the sleeves half covering her hands, her fingertips were shaking gently.
She turned her head, as if nothing was unusual, but raised her head slightly.
It seemed that for a moment, the calmness of disguise was disintegrated.
She felt bored and a little painful.
After a while, she spoke, her voice slightly muted, "Thank you for your care last night, I have something to do, so I will leave."
Then, there was the sound of wearing a coat and scarf, but the figure in the bedroom never looked back.
Sang Xia opened the door and left.
Leaving the villa, Sang Xia was about to fight, but she didn't know what she felt, and suddenly stopped, and then slowly turned her head back.
She looked at the window of the bedroom on the second floor, where a slender figure stood half-hidden behind the curtain.
Seeing her gaze up, he stretched out his white hand and slowly closed the curtains, blocking the sight of the two of them.
Sang Xia slowly retracted her gaze again, her eyes were already flushed.
Since ancient times.
Self is ruthless and most passionate.
That's it. If you can't be a friend, just be a stranger.
In fact, Sang Xia didn't want to say what she had dreamed of this night.
Time seems to go back four or five years ago, when they met for the first time on the subway.
At that time, she was studying at university in City G. Because she was a hacker again, they came out like netizens to make an appointment to meet and discuss things.
But no one had seen each other before that.
She still remembers very clearly that she met (Sex)ng on the subway, followed her, and tried to push her over and over again, which was very trivial.
Just when she was disgusted and angry, suddenly a slender body walked over from the dense crowd. He appeared like a god, standing behind her with a tall body, blocking and erasing her. All the restlessness.