The Deepest, Most Repressed Secret (4)

  Although the weather was cold, the temperature transmitted from Duan Chenliang's palm was still warm. Although there was a slight coolness at first, his palm quickly warmed up after being in contact with Lucy's palm. The skin touched each other, and the blood seemed to surge in an instant, the heart surged like a tide, and the whole body felt numb and tingling.

  Lucy Yang stared intently at the hand holding hers, despite the growing joy, still couldn't hide her puzzlement and confusion. He clearly didn't treat her as a friend, so why could he always take her hand for granted and lead her away?

  Lucy Yang felt a surge of resentment and grievance, her heart both sorrowful and indignant. On the one hand, her self-respect compelled her to shake off Du Chenliang's hand; on the other hand, the softest part of her heart shamelessly savored this intimate contact.

  She ultimately couldn't conquer her truest self.

  It wasn't until Duan Chenxiang brought her to the door of his house that Lucy's doubts were finally resolved.

  Standing in front of the villa, Duan Chenliang suddenly let go of Lucy's hand, and the cool wind immediately swept over the hand that had been held. The remaining warmth was instantly taken away. Lucy grasped her hand regretfully, then put it in her pocket, as if holding onto a treasure that she feared would be snatched away.

  Duanchen Liang took a step forward, his tall figure blocking Lucas's line of sight. He pulled out a key from his pocket and inserted it into the lock, turning it lightly, and the villa door swung open.

  "Come in." Duan Chenliang turned around and said lightly to Lu Xiyang.

  Lucy Yang was bewildered, standing still in her tracks, staring blankly.

  Duan Chenliang looked at Lucas Yang's puzzled face and explained faintly: "Last time, I'm sorry. I don't like owing others."

  Now that you mention it, Lucas finally came to his senses. But what's the point of doing this? Isn't it the same as stabbing someone and then saying sorry?

  Lucy Yang stomped her feet, clenched her fists and stared at Duan Chenliang's apathetic gaze. She was so tense that she could hear the sound of her own gritted teeth.

  Duan Chenliang could easily tell that Lucy Yang was not feeling well from her stiff facial expression, and he knew she was angry, similar to sulking. It's just that her way of being angry was different from others, always showing it in a restrained manner.

  Ke Duan Chen Liang seemed to have not noticed her reaction, took a small step closer to her, and gently pulled on her arm, causing her to stumble forward a few steps.

  Lucy Yang was always contradictory, even if she was dissatisfied in her heart, she couldn't help but be curious about him. Or as Bai Mo said, if you don't figure out what kind of person the one you like is, how can you justify the emotions you've invested for so many years?

  After being pulled back and forth, Lucy Yang was finally dragged into the villa. Lucy Yang felt a bit embarrassed by Du Chenliang's pulling, this scene was strange to her, just like a quarrelsome couple, but they didn't even qualify as friends.

  It was only when Lucy Yang stood in the villa, looking around at the large room, that Duan Chenliang's dissatisfaction, which had been like a gamble, finally dissipated.

  Looking at everything in front of him, a wave of inexplicable sadness and sorrow suddenly surged up in Lucas's heart.

  Good morning everyone! I'm going to sleep now! Those who are still up late, hurry up and go to bed too haha! Thanks for always chasing after my updates, love you guys!