Chapter 130 She Is Not Her (Modified)

A deep penetration forced her to moan uncontrollably.

Ambiguities are rising.

The atmosphere suddenly became extremely ambiguous.

Gu Shinian was so angry that he grabbed his clothes helplessly, like the last piece of driftwood to save his life.

Qin Muchen firmly grabbed her waist, brought her to him, and deepened the kiss.

Both of them were confused and confused.

At this time, the elevator door opened, and a couple outside the door looked at Yi Mu in the elevator and couldn't help but take a breath.

Both of them were stunned.

The first thing Gu Shinian noticed was that his face turned red and he pushed the person on him hard.

Qin Muchen kissed her twice on the lips, turned sideways, and looked at the person outside the door with a cold expression: "Didn't you see enough?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

The man was caught by his gaze and hurriedly took his female companion's hand and ran away.

The elevator door closed again.

Gu Shinian's little face was flushed.

What a shame, what a shame.

Qin Muchen straightened their sleeves, and then leaned against the cold elevator wall, his cold eyes without any focus.

He looked at the woman beside him and fell into deep thought.

Last time she risked her life to save him.

This time, she continued to risk her life to save him.

What could be the reason why a man could make a woman sacrifice her life like this?

"Gu Shinian, do you like me?"

It's almost an affirmative tone.

The elevator space is very narrow.

The numbers are changing layer by layer.

Gu Shinian clearly felt that his heartbeat began to accelerate, and even his breathing became a little unsteady.

"You, what are you talking nonsense about?"

"If I had liked you, I wouldn't have betrayed you back then."

Qin Muchen frowned and continued to look at her calmly: "Why did you save me, twice?"

"..."

Gu Shinian clenched her fists hard, her nails digging deeply into the soft palms, and she barely regained some sense of reason.

However, when I regained my sense, I still couldn't find an excuse.

"I, I just..." She hesitated, unable to complete a sentence.

The elevator dinged and the door slowly opened.

Qin Muchen put his hands in his pockets and interrupted her: "No matter what the reason is, Gu Shinian, don't like me. I don't need your feelings."

He walked out, and the elevator door dinged and closed again.

In the elevator, Gu Shinian stood blankly for a long time before she slowly curled her lips, a hint of self-deprecation, profound yet shallow.

The background of his departure was so lonely and heavy that she wanted to rush up and give him a hug.

Tell him it doesn't matter, she's here.

She can block bullets for him, and she can block knives for him. She can take good care of him. It doesn't matter if he doesn't like her, as long as she likes him the most in the world.

But...he said he didn't need it.

Her love once again died on the way.

Gu Shinian bit his lip hard, leaned against the wall weakly, and stared at the ceiling with empty eyes.

…

The wound on the back ached vaguely.

Qin Muchen frowned, his face looked horribly pale. He was sitting on the windowsill, holding a wine glass in his hand.

There were already two or three empty glasses of wine rolling together at his feet.

The mobile phone screen next to it was still shining, and there was a latest text message on it.

The sender is Mr. Qin, and the content is: What a pity, she is not her. It's even more of a pity that you are still addicted.

She is not her.

Gu Shinian is not her.

Qin Muchen pressed the wine glass hard, his eyes as cold as the melting snow in the deep sea, without any warmth.

The door opened quietly and creaked.