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After driving the car to a roadside where parking was allowed, Shu Xiaoya unbuckled her seat belt, moved to the back seat, sat next to Song Qingwu, and stared at her in a daze.

Song Qingwu didn't know what she meant, so she asked stupidly, "What's wrong, Xiaoya?"

Shu Xiaoya's tears flowed down like beads that had broken off the string.

Song Qingwu was shocked. What happened?

She felt that Shu Xiaoya had been assimilated by her, and the tears came without warning.

This can't go on any longer. Among the two girls, one has to be strong. Otherwise, the family formed by these two people will lack masculinity.

Of course, given how much Song Qingwu hates stinky men, the masculinity in her heart has nothing to do with men, and even has nothing to do with qualities like heroism.

She doesn't like the so-called heroism, and neither does Shu Xiaoya.

Song Qingwu's so-called masculinity is just to be strong and not cry for no reason.

Song Qingwu encouraged herself and secretly vowed that no matter what happened in the future, she would never cry in front of Shu Xiaoya.

Unless you can't help it!

You must not fall any further.

I am a woman who is determined to be a strong 1.

Shu Xiaoya cried and said, "Qingwu, I'm so glad you're okay. From yesterday till now, I was almost scared to death.

I am worried about you, but I have to pretend to be strong in front of you. Your condition last night was really scary. I saw you in pain, but I was powerless. I am so worried, so worried that there is something wrong with your body. "

Shu Xiaoya broke down emotionally and curled up in Song Qingwu's arms, her tears soaking Song Qingwu's clothes.

Song Qingwu was very moved when she saw Shu Xiaoya's look. She gently stroked Shu Xiaoya's hair and comforted her, "Dear, I told you everything will be fine. Look, I'm fine, right?"

Shu Xiaoya raised her head in Song Qingwu's arms and looked at Song Qingwu. Song Qingwu looked at Shu Xiaoya with tears in her eyes and thought of how deeply this woman loved her, and tears also flowed out.

Well, Song Qingwu kept her promise to never give up for a whole twenty seconds.

As a girl, being able to keep the oath for twenty seconds is a very good result.

Song Qingwu gently lowered her head and kissed Shu Xiaoya's tears, "Xiaoya is really the best girlfriend in the world."

Shu Xiaoya buried her face in Song Qingwu's arms and murmured in a low voice, "Qingwu, you really don't look down on me? I always feel a little inferior about our love. We are together because you gave me so many gifts. Is what we do count as a transaction of money and sex?

You are still my number one, and I am still your sponsored female anchor."

Song Qingwu gently stroked Shu Xiaoya's face, "Xiaoya, you are such a smart person, we have been together for so long, how come you can't even see past this?

All love in the world originates from money and sex. Why can't you let it go?

I didn't love you that much at the beginning. I was just attracted by your beauty. Who says that love for money is inferior to love for beauty?

The classification of love levels does not start from what, but ends at what? "

Shu Xiaoya asked curiously in Song Qingwu's arms, "Then what kind of love do you think is the highest level, and what kind of love is the lowest level?"

Song Qingwu stroked Shu Xiaoya's face, "The lowest level of love is to end up with someone else.

If you fall in love with someone because he/she is rich, but you meet someone richer, you will immediately switch your love to someone else; if you fall in love with someone because he/she is beautiful, but you meet someone prettier, you will immediately switch your love to someone else. This kind of love that ends up involving a third party is the lowest level.

Shu Xiaoya snuggled in Song Qingwu's arms and giggled. She knew that even if there was a man or woman who was a hundred times richer than Song Qingwu, she would never be tempted.

At least my love is not the lowest level of love.

Song Qingwu continued, "Better than finally giving in to someone else's love is finally giving in to time. As time goes by, passion will always fade away, and love will gradually fade away in the daily trivialities."

Shu Xiaoya asked, "Well. This should be the final outcome of normal love. What about the higher level?"

Song Qingwu smiled and pinched Shu Xiaoya's nose. "A higher level of love is, of course, love that lasts for life. Love that supports each other, grows old together, and cannot be defeated by the passage of time."

Song Qingwu kissed Shu Xiaoya and continued, "In fact, the most perfect love in my heart is eternal. Even if two people are gone, the love is still eternal and will be passed down through the ages.

Although I admire her, I don't pursue her. It's enough for me to be with Xiaoya for the rest of my life.

I hope Xiaoya will not let me down in the future."

Shu Xiaoya was in Song Qingwu's arms, looking up at her, and she stretched out her arms to hug her neck, "We will never let each other down!"

After resting for a while, she looked at the time and it was already five o'clock. Shu Xiaoya's mood had already calmed down. She got out of Song Qingwu's arms and said with a smile, "Qingwu, we have to go home. We haven't bought any food yet. After dinner, you still have to study hard."

Song Qingwu smiled and said, "Let's not study tonight. How about we go to the pedestrian street together?"

Shu Xiaoya hesitated for a moment, "But your studies?"

Song Qingwu smiled, "Others may not know about my studies, but don't you know? I have learned everything I should learn. Why do I need to stay at home studying every day? It's okay to relax once in a while. We are in the honeymoon period. What's the point of asking you to take care of my life at home every day? You also need to go out and play more often."

Shu Xiaoya agreed with a smile, sat back in the driver's seat, fastened her seat belt, started the car and drove towards the pedestrian street.

Although it is summer, there is a characteristic in China: the pedestrian streets in various cities are crowded with people except from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m. when the sun is too strong. No matter how hot it is, the pedestrian streets are always crowded.

Especially when Song Qingwu and her partner found a parking lot on the pedestrian street and parked their car, it was already half past five.

The two of them walked together holding hands, and immediately became the most beautiful scenery on the pedestrian street.

Countless people saluted the two of them.

As I said, two beautiful ladies with divine looks holding hands can attract much more attention than just one beauty.

Song Qingwu leaned close to Shu Xiaoya's ear and said with a smile, "Xiaoya, look, everyone is looking at us."

Shu Xiaoya was amused by Song Qingwu's words and laughed softly, and leaned close to Song Qingwu's ear, "Aren't you used to it yet? When have we walked together, it's always like this?"

Song Qingwu whispered in Shu Xiaoya's ear again, "Who do you think is more attractive when we walk down the street?"

Shu Xiaoya was stunned for a moment, then whispered to Song Qingwu, "Why do you make such a weird comparison? If you win, then I'm taking advantage, because the most attractive girl is my girlfriend. On the other hand, if I win, then you're the one taking advantage, because you have such an attractive girlfriend like me."

The scene of two people whispering to each other and making each other laugh not only attracted the attention of all the men, but also many girls holding hands could not help but cast their eyes on them.

Seeing these two people’s divine looks, many girls are thinking, it would be great if I had a best friend like them.

In an instant, these girls felt that the hands of their best friends were not attractive enough. Comparing yourself with others will make you angry, and comparing goods will make you throw them away. What a round ball I am holding!

The group of girls looked at Song Qingwu and Shu Xiaoya holding hands, and smiled like silly aunts.

Some extreme ones even think that if I had a best friend like this, I would never fall in love with a man, as he would only affect my intimacy with my best friend.