39: I'm not her

I'm not her

When the driver drove the car into the Murong Family, Murong Jue carefully woke him up. Only then did he escape from his memories. He glanced at the quiet night, as if he had felt it when he came home late at night. 1

He pulled the driver's hand away and said hoarsely," Just park the car inside."

Then he stepped on the cold moonlight and entered the house. The alcohol made his head faint and his feet heavy. He opened the room door and fell on the bed after walking a few steps.

Ruan Chuchu had already tightened her back when he entered the door. When he lay down, she immediately dodged to the side.

As for Murong Jue, he seemed to be really drunk. If he fell down, he wouldn't move. He would only breathe heavily, and the smell of alcohol filled his surroundings.

Ruan Chuchu body stiffened and did not move. After waiting for a long time, the person beside her still did not move. She tried to push him." Hey."

Murong Jue frowned slightly and did not open his eyes.

Was he really drunk?

Then why did he come to his room?

Ruan Chuchu sat up and the blanket was pressed tightly by him. She felt a chill run down her spine.

Her slender eyebrows furrowed, her beautiful eyes filled with impatience, Ruan Chuchu reached out to push Murong Jue.

"Wake up."

A certain person, who had been sleeping soundly, suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed her wrist. If it wasn't for his sober eyes, Ruan Chuchu would have thought that he was pretending to be drunk.

"You're in the wrong room." Ruan Chuchu wanted to pull back her hand, but the drunkard's strength was very strong. Oh, Murong Jue's strength was already very strong, but he still held her hand.

Murong Jue narrowed his eyes and tried his best to identify it in the night. His black eyes seemed to be clustered with a ball of spark, with a burning feeling.

His palm was also very hot, which made Ruan Chuchu even more uneasy. Especially in the room where the light was not very clear, his eyes were even more dangerous.

"Ah!"

He pulled the Ruan Chuchu and pressed his body against her. He pressed his resisting hands to the left and right. His eyes stared at her maliciously, as if he was trying to identify who she was.

Ruan Chuchu did not dare to breathe, afraid that he would touch his nerve again.

As for Murong Jue, he breathed heavily into her face, causing her back to fur. He stared at her from above for a long time, Ruan Chuchu her ears were a little hot. She turned her face away," Murong Jue, I, um..."

His lips were filled with boiling heat and the smell of alcohol. Ruan Chuchu eyes suddenly widened, and the hands that he held down were useless against him.

Like him, the Murong Jue kiss carried an irresistible force. Ruan Chuchu body stiffened and was forced to endure his plunder, tears falling from the corners of his eyes.

Gradually, his movements became gentle as he hugged her. There was a gentleness that he had never felt before, and there was a feeling of love.

For the first time, she didn't feel that much pain. Ruan Chuchu endured the shame. In a daze, she saw his lust-stained eyes. There was a strong and pure feeling in them, as if she was his beloved.

Everything was going up and down like a tide. They were the two people who hugged each other tightly in the tide. The surroundings were extremely quiet, only breathing in each other's ears and the other's beating heart.

He rubbed his head against Ruan Chuchu ears. Such a rare warmth made the two of them silent for a long time.

The moonlight outside the window was light, but the room was full of heat. The sweat on his forehead seemed to burn her, causing Ruan Chuchu to tremble.

It was as if a long time had passed, but also as if it was just a piercing breath. As the tide faded, he still hugged her tightly and kissed her on the neck.

Ruan Chuchu was sore and powerless and could only be manipulated by him.

Between the wet tearful eyes, the outline of the Murong Jue was fuzzy and soft, as if it was not the sharp and ruthless person from before.

He held a thin cocoon in his hand and gently touched her face with an indescribable gentleness. Ruan Chuchu looked into his eyes and suddenly realized that he was not looking at himself.

Murong Jue wouldn't look at him like this.

He had the wrong person.

Ruan Chuchu grabbed the bed sheet and said hoarsely," Murong Jue."

She did not understand why her voice was trembling.

When Murong Jue heard this, he raised his head to look at the pair of clear eyes. The spark in his eyes gradually faded away and his black eyes gradually returned to normal. He looked at the Ruan Chuchu as if he was trying to distinguish it again.

"I'm not her."

This sentence caused everything tonight to freeze. Murong Jue seemed to have finally recognized the person in front of them. A trace of difficulty flashed in his eyes and he withdrew.

There was still the heat in the room to fade away. Ruan Chuchu felt that he was ridiculous. He actually felt that the Murong Jue was gentle back then. Everything he had given should make him feel ashamed.

Then why couldn't she just indulge in the false gentleness he gave her?

She raised her arm to cover her face and let out a muffled groan from her throat. Her exposed white shoulders trembled. She hated Murong Jue and herself.

On the balcony, there was a firework. The Murong Jue shirt had not yet been buttoned up. It hung on both sides of his waist and abdomen, revealing his abdominal muscles and the faint mermaid line on his back. He held a cigarette in one hand and passed it to his scarlet mouth. The entire scene had an indescribable demonic sexiness.

As for him, he frowned and thought about his loss of composure.

He wasn't so drunk that he could n' t tell the room, nor could he even tell the person.

And who did Ruan Chuchu think she thought she was?

Murong Jue face darkened. He flicked his finger and stood in the night wind for a long time.

The next day, Ruan Chuchu went downstairs. When he was alone in the dining room biting on a sandwich, the Murong Jue that had usually gone out at this time actually came down from upstairs.

When she saw him, she subconsciously straightened her back and drank a few mouthfuls of milk before leaving.

It was the same as before. They were still in a cold war. If they had him, they would not have her.

Murong Jue grabbed her and forced her to sit down." I'll say something later."

Ruan Chuchu held an arm and did not look at him, neither cooperating nor struggling.

She thought that he had only gotten up late after drinking last night. If he didn't go to the company today, he could just go out to the provincial library on his own, as long as he did n' t stay with him.

Murong Jue he refused the cook to help him with the sauce. He took the butter knife and handed her a sandwich.

Ruan Chuchu shook his head and turned away.

He didn't insist on it either. He took a bite and started his breakfast unhurriedly.

Ruan Chuchu once he was about to leave, he reached out and pressed her hand, not letting anyone go. Ruan Chuchu didn't want to talk to him at first, so he could n' t help but ask," What are you talking about?"

"I finally spoke." Murong Jue took a look at the patient Ruan Chuchu and smiled." I'm not going to the company today. There's a banquet tonight to take you out to prepare your gown."

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