128 A Man without Skills Is More Prone to Accidents

"You are right. There are many people who are prettier and better than you. You are not the best one. But love is not an exam, you have to choose according to your grades. I just like you, I don't know why. Maybe It was the first time we met, when you fell in from the balcony, and looked up for the first time. Fragile and strong, with a desperate energy."

"Maybe it's because you ran into my arms with a bath towel, so confidently pretending to be my woman. Maybe it's because every time you see me, you're as cunning as a fox, making me want to catch you but can't. Angry and loving. Maybe..." Han Zhuoli stopped, and smiled slightly, "There are many more, so I don't know exactly why I like you."

Lu Mann had already been dumbfounded by Han Zhuoli's words. The seriousness in his words was so obvious, how could Lu Mann not hear it?

She really didn't know where she got the good luck to make Han Zhuoli care and be serious.

Could it be that God pitied her for having a miserable life in her previous life, so he gave her a chance to do it all over again, and gave her such good luck?

But Lu Man was not sure if this was good luck for her.

Compared with Han Zhuoli, He Zhengbai is really too ordinary.

But even someone like He Zhengbai, who is tired of her and no longer likes her, and Han Zhuoli, who is much better than him, may feel that she is new at this time, but after a long time, he will also feel tired of her.

It was only now that Lu Man discovered that the experience of her previous life was not just a wake-up call for her, it allowed her to know many things in advance in this life.

There is also the inferiority complex accumulated in two lifetimes. She was abandoned by the same man in both lifetimes, which made her lose her self-confidence. She didn't believe that Han Zhuoli could treat her consistently like Han Zhuoli.

"Young Master Han." Lu Man called out.

Han Zhuoli's eyes were a little dangerous, he had already made it so clear, but the girl still called him Young Master Han in spite of himself.

"Let's just pretend that I don't know what to do. In this life, I just want to guard my mother and live an ordinary life. Yes, because of the relationship between Lu Qiyuan and He Zhengbai, I'm a little scared, and I don't dare to believe it easily anymore and Get into a relationship. I need time, and then find an ordinary man and live an ordinary life.” What she wants is not so grand, as long as it is calm.

"How do you know that ordinary men will never betray you or hurt you? Men with no skills are more prone to accidents." Han Zhuoli said sharply.

Lu Man was silent, yes, she couldn't guarantee it at all.

So, in fact, her plan from the beginning was to grow old alone.

If you love yourself, you will not be hurt or betrayed by others, and you don't have to be afraid that the feelings you gave will be trampled on in the end.

Han Zhuoli seemed to have seen her true thoughts, and let go of her silently.

Suddenly leaving his embrace, Lu Man only felt empty and cold.

The cold wind in the autumn night penetrated her clothes, making her cold to the bone.

Goosebumps also appeared on the skin under the clothes.

He stepped on the ground with both feet, but his legs went limp, and when he was about to fall, he grabbed his waist again.

The scorching strength and temperature on her palms imprinted on her waist, the original coldness disappeared immediately, and Lu Man felt at ease again.

Lu Mann's heart sank, even though she insisted on rejecting him, her heart was uncontrollably biased towards him.

Suffering from gain and loss with his touch.

After Han Zhuoli withdrew his hand, his waist was empty, and he became cold again.