"Alan, for god’s sake, can you give me a break?" She said it coldly, but the phone was hung up.
Alan, you did what you want, and I didn't care if you were playing with Miss Meyer.
She threw the phone aside, stepped on the accelerator. The snowflakes had started flying all over the
city.
At the end, she had decided to give upon their love, but Alan, why were you still so snarled.
Time went back to when Olive had just left, Ophelia rubbed her forehead, as if she had no bones
attached to Alan, "Alan, I seem to drink too much, and I have a little headache, what shall I do?"
"I'll take you back to your room to rest." Alan held her.
"No, you have so many friends here. Some of them came all the way here." Ophelia pretended to be
drunk. This woman knew what to say and what not to say.
When marriage news was announced, in fact, she was very nervous, she was afraid of this man
denying what she said. But he acquiesced.
The silence, though, made her uneasy. But at least he didn't object.
After five years of waiting, she finally saw some hope.
"That's all right. Susie will take care of it." Alan said it lightly, as if this thing was not done well, he will
change another one assistant.
"So I’ll tell Xaviera that tomorrow we arranged to go out for fun."
"Well, look at you, every time you drink like this when you are happy, I am really afraid that you will not
get up tomorrow morning, if I know how much you can drink, today will be not so tough for you."
Xaviera's voice came from behind and said with a smile, her each hand lifted a cup of wine, "so, Alan,
you replace her."
She was followed by a few friends, they all were taking two cups of wine.
Ophelia saw the occasion, her foot lightly stamped, and she said it bashfully, "hey, you are bullying him,
that’s not good."
Xaviera said jokingly, "you haven’t married, but know how to protect him."
Someone behind her shouted, "Drink it, and we won't bother your wedding night."
"Yes, tonight is a revelry night, Ophelia, don't be too obsessed with wine but your man, or I’m afraid that
you can't get out of bed tomorrow."
This joke was more and more explicit, Ophelia felt ashamed and hurriedly hid in the arms of Alan, she
quietly looked at him, he was clam, although there was a smile on his face, it gave her a cold feeling.
In the sound of heckling, Alan drunk a few glasses of wine one by one, and said it slightly, "is it alright?"
"Wow, Alan, you don't have to be so eager."
A person immediately echoed the way, “Don’t you know every minute of the wedding night is precious”
……
Alan took Ophelia back to the room and helped her sit on the bed, but there was no further action,
"Today you are tired, you should have a rest."
Man and woman were in single room, the stimulation of alcohol did not make him do something wrong.
"Alan..."Ophelia embraced his waist from his back with some trepidation,"Are...you blaming me?"
He was blaming her for announcing the engagement, and she could see his displeasure.
"Ophelia, are you hiding something from me?" Alan said it so calm and did not turn around. His body
was like a sculpture standing there.
She was just like holding a piece of wood without temperature, "What are you talking about, I have
nothing to hide from you. You are the only one who doesn't tell me your business."
That tone was so sweet, it seemed to be a puddle of water, but Ophelia was suddenly shock, did he
know something?
"You need a rest. And I'm also tired." He took her hands away. They were so slender, boneless, without
blemish, like baby's skin which never experienced the trials of life. By contrast, although Olive's hand
had a little delicate feeling, he can feel her palm’s thin cocoon when he held her hands. Also, he had
inadvertently seen there was a pale scar on her index finger root, he did not know which sharp weapon
hurt her.
"Can't you stay for me tonight?" Ophelia held him again, the body turned to his front, her hands slowly
moved to his broad shoulders along his arms, then put them around his neck.
His expression was very calm, she did not know whether he liked it.
Ophelia felt her body was restless, she stood on tiptoe, her face almost stuck to his, their breath
mingled, his expression was the same as before, no excitement, she did not even know whether there
was antipathy in his mind.
His breathing was so smooth.
was it because it's so familiar? She couldn't feel the force of his heartbeat.
She and he were friends in they childhood, they were next-door neighbors, they grew up together, they
went to school together, they ate together, they participated in activities together, and they studied
abroad together, even they slept together.
Of course, it was when they were very young, they were so young that they could ignore the gender of
men and women.
She liked him when her nose was running. Their parents also recognized the marriage when they were
very young.
When she was a child, she played the game. Her favorite character was his bride. If anyone dared to
rob it from her, she would tear the man's face open and bleed. But he was never interested in this kind
of game.
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