Scum Man Cannot Redeem Himself - chapter 185

Zhao Lingxue stood in front of him, trembling, and hugged him. In the darkness, she could not see his expression. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and stood on her tiptoes… to send that sweetness.

Her heart seemed to jump out. Her body trembled. She did not dare to open her eyes, passionately wanting to tell him that she was a woman, his fiancée, not a child.

She kept kissing him, trembling with the careful touch of her lips, her body already flushed like fire.

But he still did not respond, just let her do whatever she wanted. Zhao Lingxue closed her eyes, tears slipped from the corners of her eyes.

She knew he was not wood, just did not feel anything for her.

Zhao Lingxue was really bored to perform alone, and after lingering on his lips, she bit hard, feeling a trace of blood in her mouth before she was satisfied.

She let go of him and smiled, “Really infatuation, my parents really did not choose the wrong man for me.” 

But his object of infatuation was not her.

Zhao Lingxue stepped out in the night and returned in disarray.

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He almost couldn’t control it.

But …… she was not her after all.

The night was always a time for people to think wildly and people also took advantage of the night to do something out of the ordinary.

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Zhao Lingxue still sent food in the morning and evening, still smiling, only she knew that the heart did not have so much expectation. She may be a girl without much patience.

After she tried a few times, she was completely unwilling to try again, because every time it would be a kind of torture for her.

She had heard that love was something for life, especially those who couldn’t get love.

She was not willing to torture herself, so she did not think about things that did not belong to her.

He would marry her anyway, and she would marry him.

But this kind of loveless life was really difficult. In the past, with the love of her parents and brothers, she lived a happy life every day. Since knowing that his heart had someone else, she was like a frosted eggplant, wilted.

It was like a person who was going forward found that the road ahead was broken but the road behind was also broken.

The only way was to stand in place, let the wind, frost, rain and snow bury her.

Seeing him leave, Zhao Lingxue carried the food box, standing in the Jing Sisuan, with an empty heart. She could only hope that he would return earlier in the evening.

Yang Junhan had a bookshelf with a lot of books on it, so it was a good place to pass the time when he was not around anyway.

So Zhao Lingxue put down the food box, walked into his study, stopped in front of the bookshelf. Row by row, a variety of books were in front of her. Her finger rested on a rouge book, something popped out from her memory.

But again, like a flash of smoke and fire, she pulled out the book of rouge recipes.

It was a quite famous ancient writings. She walked toward the soft couch to read.

Inside was a record of the development of rouge from ancient times to the present day, many recipes were not complete, and were even short of the main ingredients. Perhaps this ancient man was only a recorder, so there were many things that seemed to be missing, and even misleading.

Zhao Lingxue could even feel that if they add one of the other herbs, this rouge would be able to produce a different wonderful use. Thinking about it, she couldn’t help but wonder how she knew so much about rouge. In the past, she bought rouge by just seeing if the bottles and jars looked good and whether the colors inside were her favorite.

By the way, the last time she went out, she brought back one. When she used it, she could actually tell which raw materials were probably used in it, and even had a special preference for that rouge ‘First Sight’, but the feeling flashed by and she didn’t put it to heart.

But these memories again seemed to be engraved in her mind from birth, as if they were born to her.

She originally read a strange book, saying that people who did not die in a catastrophe, always had some strange memories when they came back to life, like opening another door. Could it be that she also opened a door of memory of previous life?

It was harmless to her. Zhao Lingxue did not feel anything, but just quite magical. It was as if she was staying by Yang Junhan’s side. The whole person was particularly up, as if the fish met the water, the tree met the manna. There was no desire to run away from him at all, even if she knew that he did not have her in his heart, she could still stay by his side.

Who said it was not amazing?

She was a very good self-convincing girl, and soon put this behind her.

Every day afterward, after Yang Junhan left, she was either in his study room reading a book or wandering around Yu Garden, which was no longer new to her. She was living an unhappy and happy life at the same time, very unfree and very free at the same time.

Yang Junhan noticed her reading books and had been bringing back new books from time to time lately. She had no desire, but also enjoyed it.

The only thing was that she had more research on those books on rouge, there were several similar books on his bookshelf. She had gone through all of them and wanted to recreate them to make up for what was wrong in them.

The reason for this was because the days were too boring, and it would be a beautiful thing to organize them and leave them for those who needed them.