Chapter 1191 Confession

"Why?" Adam looked at her puzzled, "We cooperate very well, both on stage and in life, don't we?"

"It's just trust, not love. I just regarded you as a good friend from the beginning."

An Siqing's eyes drooped slightly, "Adam, I am very grateful for your taking care of me during this time. If you want, we can continue to be friends in the future."

"Doesn't love start with trust?"

Adam turned his head, reached out and grabbed her shoulder, looked at her and said eagerly, "Ann, I know that you have always hidden a person you like in your heart, but since you can't be with him, why don't you want to give me a chance? "

An Siqing moved her body slightly, reaching out to take his hand off her shoulder, but he held it directly.

"Ann, I will treat you well, give me a chance, please?"

Under the dim streetlight, An Siqing's fair cheeks were slightly flushed from drinking.

Different from the dazzling her on the stage, at this moment, under the soft light, her small face has also become softer, her flushed cheeks and moist red lips make people's hearts flutter.

"Adam, I'm sorry, I really don't…"

An Siqing struggled with her hands, trying to break free.

Before he finished speaking, Adam lowered his head and kissed her.

An Siqing hurriedly turned her head to one side and raised her other hand to block him.

"Adam, you drank too much. Let's talk about it tomorrow. Don't do this."

"I didn't drink too much, Ann, I like you, I really like you." Adam immediately reached out and hugged her tightly, confessing passionately.

His lips fell on the hand she was covering, and An Siqing felt panic and fear in her heart, struggling desperately and shouting, "Adam, I beg you, don't do this."

There were whistles and harmonious laughter on the street.

At this moment, a powerful force pulled her out of Adam's restrained arms.

Before An Siqing had time to see who rescued her, she saw a tall figure in front of her punch Adam hard in the face.

On the street late at night with Adam, they got into a fight.

Looking at the figure in front of her that would appear in her dreams every night, An Siqing froze for a moment.

Is it really him?

Shouldn't Brother Xilu be in China at the moment? Why is he here?

When she saw a trace of blood on Lin Xilu's hand, she finally came to her senses and hurried forward.

He shouted anxiously, "Stop beating, brother Xilu, stop beating."

Lin Xilu watched Adam's actions towards An Siqing from behind, and couldn't restrain the impulse in his heart anymore, his eyes were already reddened by anger.

"Brother Xilu."

Hearing An Siqing's shout, Lin Xilu punched Adam desperately in the stomach, and finally punched Adam hard in the face, then took a step back and let go of his hand.

An Siqing ran up anxiously and grabbed his hand, "You are injured."

"It's okay." Lin Xilu pursed his lips and replied.

Seeing the bruises on the corners of his lips, An Siqing almost shed tears of sadness, she dragged him to the hotel.

The hotel they stayed in was not far from here, and neither of them spoke during the journey.

An Siqing hurriedly dragged Lin Xilu back to her hotel room.

When they usually dance, they are often injured, so they always keep some wound medicine with them on weekdays.