'Silly girl, the bond established since childhood will never be forgotten in a lifetime, and no one can replace it.'

'I won't eat you out of respect for you. How can you be sure that I'm not interested in you?'

The former Leng Liehan would never call herself a silly girl, let alone speak such glib language.

'Do you still remember what you said to me when you left... ugh...'

'You are so cute, so I couldn't help but kiss you.'

No! No! Looking back now, the reason why he suddenly kissed me was not because he was cute at all, but...

He deliberately avoided what happened in the past!

Why? Why didn’t he discover something that even the Eagle Emperor was aware of? Could it be that he didn’t know Han well enough? Or...

My love for him is not deep enough???

Su Lele rushed into her bedroom nervously and kept looking for Leng Liehan's past photos, but...

But there's not a single one left.

After Leng Liehan left, they had still kept in touch, but suddenly they lost contact. She tried to write to him several times but never received a reply from him.

In a fit of rage, she burned away all the memories she had with Leng Liehan. Now it was impossible to use these memories to verify whether the man she had just warmed up with was real or fake.

"Ha... maybe this is God's arrangement." With a helpless smile, she gently stroked her already developed body...

So what if Leng Liehan is fake now? I have already given him my first time easily. Now trying to prove his authenticity will only make me sad.

After muttering silently in her heart, she tried her best to put on a happy face, and said lightly as if she was anaesthetizing herself: "I love him, I love Leng Liehan now, no matter he is real or fake..."

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The beautiful castle in the sky is dotted with comfort under the starry sky in the dark night.

Sitting on the suspended terrace, looking at the bright starry sky, it seems that the integration with the sky has increased one step further.

This feeling is so magical and wonderful. It feels so good to be between heaven and earth and to be able to control the world with your hands.

"Qianxi, be careful, don't fall." Leng Liehan slowly walked towards her and gently put a piece of clothing on her body.

"Haha, thank you." His thoughtfulness and tenderness were something no man had ever given her, but she felt increasingly unable to see through him...

"Would you like a drink?" Leng Liehan stared at her eyes with a charming luster, and the two glasses of red wine in her hands were dotted with bright dark red. Under the starry sky, the glass of red wine gathered the beauty of the entire night sky, and it looked like that

Tempting.

With a faint smile, she took the red wine from Leng Liehan's hand and lightly garnished it with a sip of the alluring sweetness. But with this sip, she seemed to be drunk in the glass.

Night is the bane of confusion; wine is an intoxicating assistant. The dots of red on her cheeks seem so charming in this dark night. It is hard to help but abandon the fragrance of wine and think about it.

I want to taste her sweetness.

Leng Liehan had fallen into a state of obsession. His charming eyes could not help but look at her beautiful lips. He slowly...slowly approached her...and then came closer.

"cold."

Her cold voice instantly broke him from the trap of love, and he smiled self-deprecatingly, and he whispered: "What's the matter?"

Suddenly, Qianxi turned her head and stared at the man sitting next to her, her big watery eyes filled with indifference: "I found that you know me far better than I know you.

many!"

These tit-for-tat words did not arouse Leng Liehan's dissatisfaction. He shook his head gently and smiled helplessly: "Have you ever tried to understand me?"

Under the cool night, his voice sounded so desolate. His deep eyes slowly looked at Qianxi beside him, and he smiled again, his smile still helpless.

I don't understand. Originally, today's conversation was just to ask him how many secrets he knew about him, but for some reason, this situation slowly turned into a bit sad.

She never tried to understand Leng Liehan, nor did she want to understand him. The inexplicable encounter made the relationship between them grow rapidly.

It's as if we were strangers yesterday, and today we are close friends who talk and drink together.

"I'm sorry." Her cold eyes gradually melted. She took a deep breath and said lightly: "I have never had friends, let alone tried to understand anyone, so..."

"It doesn't matter, Qianxi." Leng Liehan shook his head indifferently, and a gentle smile quickly covered his sad face: "It doesn't matter if you don't need to understand me, as long as I understand you, it's enough."

At that moment, he felt lonely and needed to be understood. At this moment, he has buried his truest feelings. Why is this?

However...how well does he know himself?

"Han, I want to ask you, have we met a long time ago?" She had a hunch that that rainy night was by no means the first time they met. He also mentioned it when he said goodbye to her last time.

'Qianxi, don't forget me again.' How deep is the meaning of 'again'? How much contact has he had with me? Why can't I remember it at all?

"Qianxi, since you can't remember it anymore, don't mention it again. Just treat the rainy night in Florence as the first time we met?"

"But..." After a moment of pause, she shook her head helplessly and said guiltily: "Isn't this too cruel for you?"

"Ha..." Leng Liehan suddenly let out a self-deprecating laugh. He slowly turned his head and looked at the beautiful scenery of half of the city. His charming eyes gradually became melancholy and dim: "I have experienced more cruel things.

Pass……"

"cold……"

"Qianxi, stop talking." Leng Liehan suddenly put away his inadvertent expression, stood up quickly, turned over and jumped into the fence. With his back to Qianxi, he was silent for a long time and took a deep breath.

He raised a forced smile and turned around slowly: "I'm fine. It's you, hurry up and find a way to steal the painting back, so as not to expose your identity."

hehe……

Sure enough, he still knew his identity. However, it was unclear whether he knew his identity a long time ago or whether he knew it through the painting.

But no matter what, I have a hunch that he——is harmless to me!

"Yes, I understand." She smiled slightly and nodded lightly, watching Leng Liehan gradually walk into the villa...

'Leng Liehan, Leng Liehan, what kind of man are you?'

'I always feel that your world is darker than mine, and you are more accustomed to closing your heart!'

When Leng Liehan finished saying, "I have experienced even crueler things...", the melancholy look in his eyes made people want to protect him and get rid of his worries.

However, Qianxi's attempts to care were rejected by him without reservation, which made her feel unspeakable.

Maybe, unknowingly, she has regarded Leng Liehan as her friend. Seeing his behavior, she will be worried!

"Ha..." With a helpless smile, Qianxi sighed, picked up the red wine beside her and slowly entered the terrace: "I can't even help myself, how can I help others?"

The self-deprecating words fell, and just as he was about to step into the villa, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang...

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"Welcome back, Master." There were still two lines in the castle, and the maids respectfully welcomed Leng Liehan's return.

This time, he completely ignored the maids' greetings and walked straight into his study alone.

Gao Yunqing, who was standing quietly in the hall, felt that he seemed tired. This made Gao Yunqing, who always regarded him as a relative, very worried.

After hesitating for a long time, Gao Yunqing still couldn't let him go and quickly followed him into the study.

The door of the study room was not closed and the lights were not turned on. It was dark and miserable inside. Leng Liehan had his back to the door, sitting on the rocking chair and staring out the window.

‘Dong—dong—dong’” A gentle knock on the door sounded. Leng Liehan turned around slowly and forced a smile: “Yun Qing, I’m fine.”

"Master, I know you won't say anything to Yun Qing, but you can keep Yun Qing to accompany the master, okay?"

"Haha, yes, think about it since I bought you from the slave market, I really rarely chat with you."

Gao Yunqing was born in a poor family in the UK. Due to his impure British blood, his father passed away early, so he became a commodity for black market merchants. After being bought by Leng Liehan who was passing by the slave market a few years ago, he has been following him ever since.

He left and right.

Faced with Gao Yunqing's identity, Leng Liehan never minded. In his heart, Gao Yunqing was his servant and his confidant.

With a faint smile, he put his hands in his pockets and stood up slowly: "Alas..." He sighed quietly, and his deep eyes were once again filled with a layer of melancholy: "Yun Qing, I found that,

Ever since I met Qianxi, I have become increasingly unable to control my feelings..."

At that moment, an impulse prompted him to involuntarily want to kiss Qianxi. Fortunately, Qianxi inadvertently interrupted his thought; coupled with his inadvertent words while sitting on the terrace, he almost exposed everything.

He didn't understand what was wrong with him, why he kept making "mistakes" that he shouldn't have?

"Master, have you ever thought about it, maybe this is a good thing!"

"you……"

"Han!" Qianxi's sudden appearance broke all the atmosphere in the study. She looked at Gao Yunqing, then looked at Leng Liehan, and said anxiously: "Uncle Yin asked me to come over now, what should I do?"
Chapter completed!