Blushing was one thing, but Xia Mang suddenly sobered up. She ignored the man, turned right, and hurried forward. She didn't turn left. If she turned left, there would be a few bars. If she turned left, it would just be what the man wanted. From this, it could be seen that Xiamang had returned to normal.
The man did not speak, but footsteps could be heard from behind him. Xia Mang did not dare to turn back and only walked forward quickly. He turned left and right, making turns and turns. He lowered his head and did not realize that he was walking further and further away. His heart was in a mess, and he only wanted to leave the man far away. He did not know that although the bluestone slabs and street lights were still there, the shops on both sides were closed.
" Uh…" Xia Mang stopped abruptly and looked at the vast open space in front of him in surprise. How did they end up in this completely unfamiliar place? These few nights, no matter how far they walked or how long they strolled, they had never been to this place. They thought that they had strolled all over Square Street, but it turned out that they had not!
At this moment, Xia Mang could no longer care about the man behind him. He turned around and looked at every corner. He tried to circle around in four directions. Finally, he walked around a small alley for a long time and realized that he had lost his mind. Xiamang's intuition told her that she was lost. No matter which direction she tried to go, she was getting further and further away from her starting point and destination.
Xiamang walked in a certain direction for the umpteenth time and finally stopped in front of a memorial archway. When it was dark outside the memorial archway, she finally gave up. She reached into her pocket and took out her phone. Ten seconds later, she realized in despair that her phone was in her small backpack. She had thrown it to Xiao Linghui at the scarf shop this morning!
When Xiamang turned around helplessly to look at the man who had been following her without saying a word, she felt that it was no longer a matter of how soft she was, nor was it just a sigh that the heavens were about to kill her. Xia Mang's blood was boiling, and his cheeks were hot as if oil was going to come out of his face in the next second. He opened his mouth and closed it, and after a long time, he finally managed to say something. His voice was like a mosquito ant."I…got lost."
"And then?" The man was calm and composed as he crossed his arms. Under the streetlights, his eyes were full of smiles as he looked at the flustered and blushing Xia Mang.
And then? He followed her for a long time, and she told him that she was lost. He even asked her what happened? Xia Mang was furious, but he suppressed his anger in his throat and said with his mouth twitching,""I want to go back to the inn."
"Oh? Isn't the inn nearby?" The man smiled even more happily.
"Yes, not far from the entrance of Square Street.”Xiamang's voice grew softer and softer.
"Then why did you go around in circles just now?”The man walked up to Xia Mang in two steps and asked as he stared at Xia Mang's face with a hint of mockery in his eyes.
Xiamang jumped back in shock, her mind filled with the words " for what?" Xiamang knew that she had been walking around in circles because she was eager to avoid the person in front of her. She had then tried to walk back to the inn, or at least to a place that she found familiar. Otherwise, she would have walked to a place where a third person had appeared. However, the heavens did not allow it.
Now that she had a favor to ask of someone, could she answer directly like this? Of course, the answer was NO! "This…that…" Xia Mang stammered in panic.
The man instantly took a few steps closer. Xia Mang retreated and realized that her back was against the wall. The alarm immediately rang in her head. Just as she was about to move to the left, the man suddenly put his hands on the wall and surrounded Xia Mang in front of him. He looked at Xia Mang, who was turning her head away and did not dare to look at him. He said in a low and gentle voice,"Is it to admire the moon, the night, the scenery, the people, and the feelings like this?”
When Xia Mang heard this, her mind went blank for a moment. Then, the overwhelming anger drowned out her remaining rationality. "Ah, I can't take it anymore, you bastard!”Xia Mang roared in his heart. He clenched his fists and turned his anger into strength to push the man in front of him.
The man easily avoided her and wrapped his arms around Xia Mang's waist to stop her from leaning forward after she lost her balance. He turned around and looked at Xia Mang seriously."Either you walk back yourself, or I'll lead you back.”
Xia Mang steadied himself and struggled free. He patted his chest with his left hand and looked up to see a hand in front of him.
This feeling was too familiar!
During the 11th Arts Gala in her third year, Xia Mang, who was the host, jumped out of the taxi in a pure white dress and rushed to the school auditorium. The school's costumes were old and outdated. The clothes of the city's art gallery were suitable for cultural performances, but they were not suitable for hosts. As the only female host of the party, Xiamang had rented a gown from a studio. She had been delayed because she had gotten a free make-up there.
Xiamang held the hem of her dress with both hands and ran quickly to the auditorium. It was almost too late, and the emcee could not be late.
"Ah!" Xiamang let out a scream. She was in a hurry and did not see the road clearly. Her high heels accidentally got stuck in the well at the back door of the auditorium. She twisted her ankle and staggered, falling to the ground. There was a pain in his right ankle. Music was already playing in the auditorium. It was the prelude to the start of the party. Xia Mang was anxious, so she sat on the ground and pulled her feet out. She reached out to remove the shoes embedded in the well railing. The white high heels were prefixed with a diamond bow, and the thin reflective silk strap maintained the shape of Xia Mang's ankles.
Xia Mang quickly pulled out the shoes. The white, thin, round, and high heels had scratches. Xia Mang could not care less about these. When she put them on, she felt that her ankle was slightly swollen, and the originally loose straps were a little tight. Just as Xia Mang stood up, a hand appeared in front of him. Xia Mang looked up and saw a pair of clear eyes filled with worry and heartache.
It was Xu Wenhao, the same year as Xia Mang, the son of a high-ranking official, and one of Xia Mang's many suitors. Xiamang had had admirers since the day she enrolled in university. She did not have the title of the school belle, but she was as popular as the school belle among the boys. Among the suitors, there was no lack of good conditions. Among the same grade and senior grades, Xu Wenhao was one of the best. From the moment he first met Xia Mang, he had expressed his feelings. Over the past two years, most of the suitors could not stand Xia Mang's rejection and changed their targets. Xu Wenhao was one of the rare ones who insisted.
The nineteen-year-old Xiamang had just entered university and did not want to talk about relationships. Starting from her second year, Xia Mang began to consider the possibility of falling in love after being influenced by her roommates 'thoughts of " ideal in freshman year, romantic in sophomore year and junior year, realistic in senior year " and " not dating in school is a waste of being a college student ". At that time, Xiamang was 20 years old. She recalled reading Qiong Yao's novel in boredom during the summer after the college entrance examination. She felt that the love she wanted, even if it couldn't be spectacular, should at least be perfect. She could be proud and shy because of it, accept everyone's envy and blessings, graduate, get married, and live a happy life with the prince and princess.
Xiamang's way of identifying love was to give the other party a chance if he could pursue her wholeheartedly for three years.
Xu Wenhao didn't last for three years because he succeeded in less than three years. In a few days, he had succeeded in two years. In this embarrassing and time-critical moment, Xia Mang handed his hand to Xu Wenhao without thinking. She still remembered that moment. This handsome boy who always looked at her gently tried his best to maintain a calm expression, but his voice was filled with excitement as he asked her,"Are you alright? Did you sprain your ankle? The party is about to begin. Everyone is waiting for you.”
Xiamang shook her head. She tried to move her right foot under her skirt. It was uncomfortable, but it was not too strong. She could endure it.
The act of holding hands was coincidentally seen by another student who had run out to look for Xia Mang. Hence, the news spread like wildfire. Within the time of the party, everyone knew that Xia Mang had accepted Xu Wenhao's pursuit after the party ended. Xia Mang didn't refute or explain. He felt that all of this had happened so naturally that he didn't expect it.
Xu Wenhao liked to hold Xiamang's hand, so much so that in the four years they had been together, the first thing he did when he walked beside her was to reach out to her and signal for her to hold his hand. At that time, Xia Mang had always thought that if he wanted to hold her hand, then so be it. It wasn't the first time, so why didn't he just hold her hand? He had to place his hand in front of her and let her take the initiative to reach out. Could it be that he missed the first time they held hands? There was one time when Xia Mang finally couldn't help but ask. Wen Hao only looked at her and smiled without saying anything. It was only when she became anxious and threw a tantrum that he said seriously, This was why there were two people's attitudes in it.
Only then would there be two people's attitudes! Xia Mang's heart ached. Xu Wenhao, how could you still act the same way in front of me after having sex with another woman? Why didn't I notice anything? Is it because you are too good at hiding, or is it because you have no sense of crisis? Ding Yong's intimate lover could feel the slightest change in the other party. She found out the truth in the most unbearable way because she was guarding the last line of defense with Wen Hao. Was it not intimate enough?
Xiamang clenched his fists, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart. There was still no one around. Time passed. She should have gone back earlier, or rather, she should have gotten out of this awkward situation as soon as possible. However, it was hard for Xia Mang to imagine him holding her hand. They were already very close, so close that the first time they met, they did something that she and Wen Hao had insisted on for four years. But now, they were going to hold his hand and walk side by side in the ancient city under the moonlight. Why did it feel more intimate than that?
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