Chapter 439 Unrequited love is a disease that can be cured
Feng Yanjun sat down obediently, but sat at the other end of the sofa, leaning against the armrest, staring straight ahead.
His mind was filled with scenes of getting along with Yang Xiaoru, and occasionally Lu Tingwan's figure would appear, making him even less calm.
He felt that he had done something wrong, a big mistake!
He liked Lu Tingwan, but he became friends with Yang Xiaoru, and Yang Xiaoru seemed to like him...
what to do?
Did he feel sorry for Lu Tingwan?
Did he do something bad?
Although he has done many bad things since he was a child: climbing trees, going down rivers, fighting, and skipping classes, his father has taught him since he was a child to be single-minded in his feelings. He has never thought of such bad things!
How to explain to Lu Tingwan now? Is he still qualified to pursue her?
What about Yang Xiaoru?
Yes! He should tell her clearly, just make it clear.
Yang Xiaoru drove over quietly and slowly, leaving less than half an arm, and she poked her head to watch the change in his expression.
Suddenly she wanted to laugh. This was her first time kissing a boy, but why was he so shy?
He looks quite funny, and suddenly she realizes that she really likes him no matter what he looks like.
Feng Yanjun cleared his throat and moved over, preparing to sit down just enough to explain clearly to Yang Xiaoru.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he raised his head, he met Yang Xiaoru's passionate eyes. That little face was right in front of him. He was startled and propped himself up on the sofa to get up.
You can't sit in this place anymore!
Yang Xiaoru's reaction was faster than his, and since she was born in dance, her movements were quick and neat.
Two arms went around his neck, one leg crossed his legs, stood up and straddled his legs, and pushed him back.
"Yang Xiaoru!"
Feng Yanjun was anxious and angry. He didn't understand her boldness at all. He glared at her but didn't dare to move.
Seeing his angry look, Yang Xiaoru pursed her lips and smiled heartily. She pinched his already red earlobes with both hands and giggled.
"Don't be upset, you didn't suffer any loss, why are you upset?"
Feng Yanjun only felt that she was extremely humiliated now. This girl was simply a fairy!
"You are a girl! How can you... get down quickly! I have something to tell you clearly."
Feng Yanjun grabbed her two dishonest hands and wanted to struggle but was afraid of falling her. He wanted to get her off but didn't know how to start.
Yang Xiaoru raised her eyebrows disapprovingly and suppressed her smile, but she had no intention of continuing.
Two slender, white and tender little hands broke free from his big hands and cupped his cheeks.
"I also have something to say, ladies first, I'll say it first!"
Feng Yanjun was so angry with her that he was about to tear her hand off his cheek, but she threatened: "Don't move, don't ruin the atmosphere! Or I'll kiss you again!"
Obviously these words worked, Feng Yanjun's hand grabbed her wrist and did not move again.
Her two watery eyes seemed to have some magic power, which gave him a moment of peace in his heart.
"Feng Yanjun, I like you, can you be my boyfriend?"
"No!" Feng Yanjun didn't hesitate for a moment and refused almost out of instinct.
The moment of peace in my heart was shattered by myself, and my chest was rolling like a storm, as if it was going to explode the next moment.
His heart was beating overload, his throat was dry, and his body was getting hot. He didn't care whether it was okay or not, he held her waist with both hands and tore her body away from him.
Before Yang Xiaoru could stand firm, Feng Yanjun jumped three meters away as if running for his life.
Not only were his ears red now, but his cheeks and neck were all red, like a shrimp that had been cooked in a pot.
Oh no, the way he is showing his teeth and claws now looks more like a crab.
There was no trace of frustration in Yang Xiaoru's heart. She knew that he could not escape from her grasp!
The corners of her mouth raised slightly, and she spoke before him.
"Why not? Don't you like me?"
"no......"
How can you open your mouth to tell whether you like it or not?!
"It's not that I don't like him, but I do. If he likes me, why can't he be my boyfriend?"
She snatched the words away, and Feng Yanjun's words were choked in his throat, causing pain in his throat.
Listen! What are these words? Is this what a girl should say?!
"Yang Xiaoru! That's not what I meant!"
Feng Yanjun was so angry with her that she had a headache. Can her love for her friends be the same as her love for her girlfriend?
Can it be the same!
"I only regard you as a friend, and I only like you as a friend. I don't have that kind of love between a man and a woman. You..."
Yang Xiaoru's eyes immediately became lost, as if she had suffered a heavy blow. Her clear and bright eyes just now became watery, and she was about to shed tears.
"Hey... don't cry! Why are you still crying?"
Seeing Yang Xiaoru, who was a head shorter than him, looking pitiful and full of tears, Feng Yanjun became even more at a loss.
"Can you please stop crying? It's not something you should cry about, right? I'm not a very good person, and I already have someone I like."
Yang Xiaoru looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, "I know you like Sister Tingwan, but Sister Tingwan doesn't like you."
"What you have is unrequited love at best. Unrequited love is a disease and needs to be cured!"
Feng Yanjun opened his mouth in shock, as if he heard a huge fallacy, and for a moment he forgot to refute.
"Think about it for yourself, why don't you exclude me? If it were another girl, would you bring her to your home?"
Feng Yanjun's expression changed subtly. Fu Minxia was considered a friend, but he never thought of taking her home, let alone took the initiative to find her...
"Is there anything delicious, drinkable or fun that you would like to share with other girls?"
Won't!
After Feng Yanjun denied this in his heart, he thought about it carefully and found that he really didn't want him to share these with the few girls he knew.
"You can't, right? Think about it carefully, why are you willing to share this with me? Do you really have no feelings for me at all? I mean the feeling between a man and a woman that they like each other."
Feng Yanjun fell into deep thought again. There were some things that he seemed to be unable to refute, and he couldn't even find a good excuse to refute...
"If you think about it carefully, how do you feel about Sister Tingwan? Can it be compared to how you feel when you are with me?"
Feng Yanjun pursed his lips with a dull expression and didn't speak for a long time. His heart was still in a mess, like a mess, but one thing he knew clearly was that when he was with Yang Xiaoru, he was very relaxed, comfortable, and...
....very happy.
"Feng Yanjun, actually I knew you liked Sister Tingwan a long time ago, even before her." Yang Xiaoru lowered her eyes.
She tested Lu Tingwan's feelings for him more than once. When she knew that Lu Tingwan was not attracted to him, she was actually secretly happy. Although she knew that her behavior was not very upright, she did not regret it at all.
As she grows up, she actually doesn't want anything in particular. The most fundamental reason is that she doesn't lack it.
Ever since she was little, if she wanted to see something twice, even if her parents didn't satisfy her, someone would try their best to bring it to her.
Feng Yanjun's appearance was not the most handsome among the boys she had ever seen, but she saw a sincerity in him that no one else had, and his passionate eyes seemed to ignite her even if he was not looking at her.
Her aunts would often tease her about falling in love and getting married, but she had never been curious about it.
Until she met Feng Yanjun, she was very sure that she wanted to marry such a sincere and passionate man. She hoped that this man would be devoted to her and have her eyes full...
"If Sister Tingwan really gives you a glimmer of hope, even if you have a little hope, I will not deliberately get close to you. I really like you, so I have never thought of making it difficult for you."
"I hope, I hope you can think about it carefully. If...if you really don't like me, then I won't pester you."
She also has her pride. It's not that she hasn't thought about stalking her or using other means, but she can't do it. She doesn't want to live in a way that makes her disdainful.