Chapter 62 Confessed

The fragrance is fragrant, and every molecule in the air contains a strong fragrance.

Gao Xia's figure resolutely stood by the flowing water with falling petals, and the beautiful outline on his face was covered by a more solemn look than the night.

There is a hazy fog in my heart, which seems to be gradually broken by the cold air. The mystery is solved, and the answer becomes clear little by little.

When I saw her for the first time, I rashly bumped into his heart and splashed myself with water. She is always in a hurry and doesn't want to leave traces around anyone, or even ignore his existence. I always want to get rid of my relationship with him and always want to separate a door from the outside world with my own will. She thought that she could turn into a piece of dust and be beaten, so she was silently beaten. When she was wronged, she endured and passed. It seems that as long as you swallow the bitter water into your stomach, you can carry everything by yourself.

What makes her willing to bear it? What made her from a bright and dazzling child star, a cute girl, to what she is today? Is it just my father's debt? He didn't know what she had experienced. All he knew was that when he saw her wearing a thin skirt in a car that would not come in the wind, his heart was beaten like a whip.

Is it pity? If it's just pity, he won't have his eyes fixed like that when he sees her peaceful sleeping posture. He doesn't even want to blink and wants to keep looking. If it was just pity, he would not feel so empty when he put her in Hua Tianxiu's arms, nor would he be a little happy when he knew that Hua Tianxiu abandoned her halfway.

After ten hundred questions, he was finally cruel and looked up to his inner confession.

Pocket woke up from a drowsy dream and saw that he was sitting in the car. Outside the window was a scene of fine petals falling. This taste is the taste of osmanthus.

Across a river full of white petals, in front of you is a huge Ferris wheel with purple light. Because it is night, the playground appears looming under the hazy light, like a mirage.

He was covered with a thick mink coat, tightly wrapped from shoulder to foot. She was powerless to recall the scene before she fell asleep. The person she thought of was Hua Tianxiu, and then Gao Xia.

Gao Xia's figure stands straight under a large osmanthus tree, with a round moon overhead. He was thin, with his hands lazily inserted in his trouser pockets, his neck leaned forward slightly, his chest stood up gracefully, and looked down at the river, as if thinking about something.

"How did you bring me here?" Pocket came behind him and asked in vain. Running around for several days in a row has made it difficult for her to speak.

"Should I be happy to bring you out of the anxiety and fatigue of the day?" Gao Xia said as she turned around and looked at her leisurely. Pocket thought he was dreaming. When did his tone become so gentle?

Pocket looked at his face and looked more arrogant in the bright moonlight. The delicate outline of his face slowly approached her. She calmed down and asked doubtfully, "Why did you... do this?"

"Just now, when I saw that you were wearing a dress waiting for the bus that would no longer come, I felt uncomfortable no matter how I looked at it. In retrospect, I still feel pain here." Gao Xia pressed his hand on his chest, but his tone was as plain as water.

"Now wearing beautiful clothes, enjoying the beautiful scenery with me here. It's comfortable for me to see you like this."

When Gao Xia said these words, her eyes almost never left her face. He listened word by word, and finally said, "Why?"

"I used to want to see you look so embothed, but now I like to see you surprised by me. I've always wanted to see where your bottom line is, but now I find that I can't stand your embarrassment. I used to want to scold you when I saw you rashly, but now I'm used to it. In order to create a good atmosphere to say these words to you, and wrap up the whole place here.

His tone was very flat, as if he was saying something emotionless. Looking around puzzledly, it was indeed a flower forest, and there was no one. Next to it is the calm lake, with some petals floating on it. The fragrant smell spread all over the place, and the fine flowers floated on people's hair and shoulders with the wind. She asked puzzledly, "You haven't answered me yet. Why did you do this?"

Gao Xia did not answer, but said calmly, "Last time, when I wanted to say these words to you, you also asked why several times. I have asked myself many times when I went back, but the answer is that I don't know. What do you think? Why?"

She stared at him for a long time and saw a slight smile at the corners of his mouth, still a little cunning, but more sincere. He looked at her deeply, as if waiting for her answer. The petals fell on his eyebrows, like a man coming out of the painting. Pocket recalled what he had just said with his little brain. Finally, he asked hesitantly, "Gao Xia, do you mean... do you like me?"

Gao Xia's face relaxed for a moment and nodded to her gently.

"Ah?" Pocket poked out his head and looked at him incredulously, as if he were looking at a monster. Looking at his serious appearance, he hugged his stomach and laughed.

Gao Xia just looked at her quietly and smiled. Pocket smiled for a long time and glanced at him from time to time. Seeing that his face did not change, the laughter gradually stopped. After a while, he restrained his crazy smile and asked, "You... are you true?"

"That's right." Gao Xia's tone is still so plain.

Only then did the pocket understand that I was not teasing her, but seriously. However, it doesn't look real.

Gao Xia looked at her incredible appearance, thought for a moment and said, "Don't say you don't believe it, I feel unbelievable myself. And it's very shameful."

"Eh?" Hearing the words "very ashamed", Pocket was stunned again. What kind of confession rhythm is this?

Gao Xia gently leaned towards the pocket, and her face was about to reach her face. Pocket reacted, quickly turned his face, patted the petals on his shoulder with his hand, and refused his kiss with a seemingly inadvertent gesture. Gao Xia clenched her fist, closed her eyes, held back her breath, and withdrew her body.

Pocket coughed twice and straightened up and asked, "Wait, are you confessing to me now?"

"It's not a confession, it's a confession." Gao Xia said, "I asked myself many times if it was my own illusion, and finally admitted it. This is my confession."

Humph, arrogant confession! Pocket didn't think so and asked, "Yes, whether it's a confession or a confession, in a word, do you just like me?"

"I just answered yes, and how many times do I have to say it before I'm satisfied? Or, I haven't received a confession in my life, and I want to learn enough from me?"

Pocket swallowed and felt like she was shooting a thriller. All she heard was nonsense all the way, and she didn't know what to say.

Looking at her flattered look, Gao Xia seemed to be very satisfied and said, "Well, now it's your turn to express your position. Should you express your gratitude and then accept it happily, or accept it directly without saying a word?"

"Thank you..." Pocket thought about it seriously and then said, "Accept? I won't accept it either."

Gao Xia's face suddenly changed. She was rejecting him! Shen Pocket actually refused the confession of his tall male god? He was already furious, but he had to maintain a gentlemanly demeanor and tried his best to say in a plain tone, "I think you are too moved, are you scared to be fooled?"

"I was scared, but I'm not stupid."

Gao Xia actually felt that she had been forced to the edge, so she could only say in a self-comforting tone, "Oh, okay, okay, who let you be the person confessed?" There is nothing wrong with putting on airs and losing your temper. Besides, you are going to be my girlfriend soon, which I can stand.

He glanced blankly, crossed his hands on his chest, looked righteous, and said, "I'm telling you, I'm not putting on airs or losing my temper now. I'm just shameless! I can't help it. I will feel ashamed if I like Mr. Gao? I don't want anyone to be ashamed to be with me!"

In the last sentence, pocket deliberately aggravated the tone. Gao Xia suddenly realized that she refused him because of the words that humiliating her when he confessed. This woman is really out of her ability! With her reputation and ability, she should be grateful to receive his confession. She feels that she has lived enough in her life! But she actually...

"Of course, I'm Summer, Gao Xia! With me, your burden will be much heavier than now. If we can't afford it, we can start from the underground and wait until you..."

"Gao Xia!" Pocket interrupted him and said, "I don't think you understand, do you? I refuse you, although I'm sorry."

The corner of Gao Xia's mouth was instantly**. His eyes looked around, as if he were looking for a step for himself. Finally, he just whispered, "I think you are very sick!" Or, it's just that I haven't woken up yet. Yes, you haven't woken up yet, have you? I can't even tell the difference between reality and dreams!"

"Yes, yes, I haven't woken up yet. This is my dream. I ask you to wake up from your dream as if you haven't confessed to me or been rejected by me. In this way, don't you feel so ashamed?

Gao Xia was so angry that she couldn't speak. The last time she was drunk, she had sent out the confession. She deliberately warmed up the confession. I didn't think she was so ignorant!

"With you, if you encounter such a good thing, you should catch it!"

"Gao Xia, you have figured it out. You don't like me." Pocket's expression suddenly became serious, "What you like is the feeling of giving away whatever you want. What you like is the feeling that everyone wants to worship you. You are the proud son of heaven. You have too many things. For me, you are just curious for a while.

He felt his lips twitched hard by something and made him**. Why is there such a great frustration? Is it because she is right? Or is it because she underestimates herself too much? He spent so much thought, speculating on her past, sympathizing with her experience, and picking up the unbearable part of her in denying himself again and again, in exchange for what she said was "a moment of curiosity".

Well, only she will say that to herself.

"Are you awake? Come and drive when you wake up."

Her voice is so clear, as if she wants to break a dream.