Chapter Seven, Enraptured by Confusion and Emotion

I feel that I have become clumsy and less articulate. I have even started to speak the truth and share heartfelt words. Perhaps it is because I have told too many lies in the past that I now find myself somewhat at a loss when confronted with my true self

The beer bottles in front of me are increasing, my eyes are becoming redder, while the smile on her face is growing deeper

In her bright eyes lay an inexplicable emotion, yet she simply smiled

Thus, I found a third excuse for myself: this is a misunderstanding, and she cannot be entirely blamed.

As I widened my eyes, about to say something, Liao Liao shook her head at me: "Don't interrupt, let me finish. Very few men would say such things to me; most are just flattering or pretending to be gentlemen. Even when they occasionally say something unpleasant, it's usually a ploy to gain sympathy from women. But you, on the other hand, when I said you were pursuing me, you vehemently denied it, as if I had insulted you by accusing you of murder. When I asked you to accompany me for a late-night snack, you acted as if it was a reluctant act of heroism, looking all *图*书. It's as if you think agreeing to this is a huge favor to me!"

I am not skilled at opening my heart to a girl; I am accustomed to sweet talk. Therefore, when I reveal my true feelings, I find it difficult to control my emotions. I become anxious, irritable, and prone to overthinking. I even experience a sense of gain and loss.

I, Chen Yang, a bad person, a love player in the eyes of everyone, am actually speaking sincere words to a girl

After speaking, I tilted my head back and drank the wine from the bottle. Instinctively, I wanted to leave. I only felt that her smile increasingly frightened me; every time her gaze swept across my face, my heart would uncontrollably race.

I originally did not want to see her. Indeed, she has brought me such a great trouble, I can hardly contain my hatred for her

I have decided to forgive myself, after all, I was drunk. I believe that anything done by someone who is intoxicated can be understood

She merely smiled, as if she had seen through my intentions regarding the book.

The first thought was, could this woman be like a donkey? The type that rushes forward but pulls back instead?

I sighed and could only continue drinking

But she asked me what had happened with a gentle and charming demeanor, along with a concerned expression on her face

I originally planned to just exchange a few perfunctory words with her and leave, but unexpectedly, I ended up expressing many of my heartfelt thoughts.

Thoughts of the above keep swirling in my mind, and the two of us have been silent for half a day

Her name evokes in me a sense of inexplicable destiny

I do not consider myself a good person, for I have already abandoned my purity, and thus I do not suffer from my own conscience—I feel at ease and untroubled. Especially when it comes to matters concerning women, I even feel that I am not adept at opening my heart to a girl; I am accustomed to sweet talk. Therefore, I have always believed that I am not in love with Siqi. I merely feel that I cannot bear to hurt her; I am, in a sense, a kind person, unable to witness others in sorrow and distress. Yet, in reality, I am constantly inflicting harm on something. Sometimes I truly feel that I deserve to die—why has such a scoundrel as I not yet succumbed to heart disease, alcoholism, or some kind of accident?

I know that I am drunk again, because I realize that what I am saying now are actually my heartfelt words, the true thoughts of my inner self. This is absolutely an incredible thing in ordinary circumstances

Yes, her name

I originally decided to return the car to her in person and leave immediately. However, she invited me to go to a bar for drinks together

I quickly waved my hand: "No! This is already troublesome enough for me, so please don't interfere."

Yes, I am afraid. A kind of inexplicable fear, I do not know what I am afraid of or why I am afraid. When I realized that Chen Luoluo's enchanting smile was the very source of my fear, I could only resort to drinking to mask my feelings.

Alright, I admit, setting aside those excuses that even I do not believe in hetushu.com

Luo Luo kept looking at me, quietly listening to my ramblings

Thus, I found my first excuse: returning the car

At this moment, I began to feel a bit afraid

I have nothing to say; there are only two thoughts in my mind

She bit her lip and finally spoke: "You know? Since last night, I have felt that you are a very interesting person." Luoluo said softly to me. "What you told me always feels very real, yet also very intriguing. Do you know? When a man confides his emotional troubles to another beautiful woman, it is often with ulterior motives."

Luo Luo finished speaking and shot me another glare

She smiled slightly and said, "I didn't mean to either. We all drank too much yesterday, and in the rush, I didn't pay attention myself." After thinking for a moment, she smiled at me again and said, "How about I go explain it to your girlfriend?"

The true reason is that I met this woman solely because I am very curious about her

The second thought is, why does this woman look so beautiful even when she glares?

In fact, ever since I learned her name, I have been experiencing a strange feeling in my mind. I cannot quite describe it; it is as if, in a dream, you see a cliff ahead, and you know you cannot move forward, yet your legs seem to run forward uncontrollably.

Thus, I found a second excuse for myself: I want to stay and give her a good scolding

She still smiles charmingly, and her radiant demeanor or subtle smile can inexplicably throw me into disarray. In the midst of our conversation and laughter, she effortlessly dismantles my facade.

After thinking for a while, I weakly said: "Then I have also been terribly harmed by you. My girlfriend saw the socks you left behind and at that moment wished she could tear me apart!"

In fact, I have also decided to forgive myself for another matter, which concerns the girl before me—Chen Luoluo