100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 1204 Twelve Hours

Wen Dang left.

Even though his friends tried to restrain themselves, there was a hint of resentment in their eyes when they looked at her.

So what are you complaining about? Are you complaining that she told the truth?

Jin Huan suddenly smiled.

She never cared about the life or death of others, except for men who were both influential and had a formal status.

“Miss Jin Huan, if you don’t like it, you can just say you don’t like it. There’s no need to hurt people like this. Young Master Wen really likes you.”

A young man had already started chasing after them.

But as they reached the door, he couldn't help himself and turned to Jin Huan, saying, "What did I say that hurt anyone?"

She asked in a calm tone.

The man was momentarily stumped by the question.

yes…...

Which of her words was hurtful...?

That statement, "it doesn't count," simply means that Wen Dang isn't a boyfriend.

Her face flushed red instantly. She wanted to retort stubbornly, but she had already turned away.

It was as if, setting aside any topics related to Wen Dang, he was merely something dispensable, someone she wouldn't even give a second glance to.

The man's face suddenly turned completely pale.

A base thought can be hidden in an instant.

......

Mingjia's room was the highest-standard room in the hotel.

After looking around with satisfaction, she casually sat down on the sofa.

Does she not know whether her husband is sick or not?

However, she didn't dislike such flattery tactics, and since they hadn't seen each other for a few days, she happily cooperated.

If you really want to come over, let her serve you...

That's not something you can serve at all.

The warm-colored lamplight contrasted sharply with the cold white expanse outside the window.

She lay sprawled lazily in a corner of the sofa.

The skirt, layered upon layered, was both gorgeous and pure, so beautiful that it seemed out of place in this world.

The sofa next to me had sagged slightly.

She was lifted up by the man, held in his arms, and sat on his lap.

A pleasant scent wafted by.

He forcefully swallowed her brief, urgent gasp, and after an unknown amount of time, he finally released the panting girl whose eyes were flushed.

Why did you leave?

The question, seemingly a murmur, appears irresistible, but in reality, it carries a sense of grievance and compromise between the lines.

Her slender, pale fingertips gently touched his brow.

Don't be sad, I like it when you smile.

When he was sad, even the starlight on his body was bitter.

She doesn't like it.

Mingjia obediently curled the corners of her lips, but the disappointment in her eyes had not yet dissipated.

She paused for a moment, then said nothing more, simply wrapping her arms gently around his waist.

The words "I am calamity" lingered on his lips for a long time, but he ultimately did not utter them.

She had a feeling that the truth would make him feel even worse.

She felt a connection to this world. She could vaguely sense that the power within her leaned towards destruction; it seemed that she could complete a certain task once the last living person in this world died.

but…...

Her subconscious seemed to have given her another option.

If all the mutated creatures in the world could be wiped out, it would seem like the mission would be completed, but the difficulty would be higher than the former, and the rewards would be less.

If you choose the second option...

In the end, she had to take her own life.

Thinking of this outcome, Jin Huan instinctively resisted this choice.

She wasn't that great.

She was but an ant in this world, and no one was worth sacrificing herself for.

"I want to see more of the world and don't want to stay in one place for too long."

Her answer was hardly heartfelt.

But for someone standing on the edge of a cliff, the most desperate thing is that the people they care about are unwilling to even make up a lie to comfort them.

Therefore, as long as she is willing to speak, he is willing to believe her.

"Will you come back with me after the snow stops?"

"Uncle Ming."

"I'm here."

"The snow won't stop."