Chapter 43 I don't like women who talk too much
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Qiao Chengxun couldn't help but reach out and gently wrap his arms around the girl's shoulders.
With a little more force, he pulled her into his embrace.
Wen Meimei froze, as the faint scent of her perfume infiltrated her nostrils, filling her empty heart, as if something rushed in and quickly saturated her emotions.
Looking up in a daze, her tear-soaked eyes focused for a moment before catching sight of his perfect and handsome face.
He was hugging her, but why?
Out of sympathy?
She didn't need that!
All her life, everything she lacked had vanished to the ends of the earth, but sympathy, such a meaningless thing, she hadn't missed at all!
Wen Meimei pushed him away with repulsion, "You don't need to pity me."
Qiao Chengxun furrowed his brow, his cold gaze resting on her stubborn and pretty face as a small flame of anger kindled within him.
Reaching out stubbornly, he once again drew her into his arms.