Rong Jincheng looked away uncomfortably and coughed lightly: "Are you feeling better?"

She nodded: "Yeah."

"It will be Christmas in a few days. First... I wish you a Merry Christmas in advance." Rong Jincheng said.

"Why don't you wish me a Happy New Year!"

"That's okay. Happy New Year."

Han Yurou: "..."

Isn't he a master at flirting with girls? Why does he act like a straight man?

Han Yurou lit a fire and warmed her hands. They were warm and felt much more comfortable.

Under the firelight, her long eyelashes danced gently, and her eyebrows were extremely gentle, like the gurgling water in the mountains, timeless and thought-provoking.

After a long time, her slightly pale lips slowly opened and closed: "Rong Jincheng, no matter how nice you are to me, I will never appreciate it. The reason why I can talk to you calmly now is purely because you can take me out.

To put it bluntly, I am still using you."

Rong Jincheng probably didn't expect that she would say this.

He deliberately took the wood away: "If you keep saying this, I won't let you keep warm."

"Aren't you angry?"

"If I'm angry, will you be happy? Then I won't be angry, and I won't make you happy."

Han Yurou: "..."

In the end, Han Yurou said no more.

She leaned against the fire quietly, and the brief warmth made her feel as if she had an illusion.

After a while, the fire went out and the wood burned up.

The cabin was cold again, but there was still warmth.

Rong Jincheng held her in his arms again: "Lean on me, the rest of the night will be difficult."

"The advantage of heavy snow is that when Pan Wenguang's people wake up and the footprints on the ground are gone, he will definitely not run into the woods."

"Look at me, I don't recognize people very well, but if it hadn't been for him, you wouldn't have been able to come to New York."

Rong Jincheng chattered and panted.

Han Yurou did not interrupt him and closed her eyes.

"Don't sleep, talk." Rong Jincheng whispered, "I seem to have never talked to you like this before. I just talked and didn't do anything."

"I have nothing to say to you." Han Yurou's voice was soft.

"There's nothing to say. You don't like what I like, and I don't like what you like. We shouldn't have crossed paths, but fate is very strange... we have met."

"It's not that fate is weird, it's you who tied me to you. If I had a choice, I wouldn't be friends with you."

"..." Rong Jincheng rubbed his forehead in frustration and remained silent for a long time, but still held her tightly with his hands, "When was the first time you saw me?"

Han Yurou's heart skipped a beat and she stretched out her hand to push him: "Why are you mentioning this?"

She became annoyed, her nose felt sour, and she tried to sit up.

However, Rong Jincheng pressed her into his arms: "It wasn't that time."

He knew what she was thinking.

That night in the hotel...

Sure enough, her reaction was very strong, and she almost got into a fight with Rong Jincheng. During the struggle, she scratched Rong Jincheng with her fingernails.

"Hiss..." Rong Jincheng frowned in pain.

But he still pressed her into his arms:

"Don't move. It's not the first time I saw you."

"Don't talk anymore." Han Yurou had no strength and no longer struggled. She just closed her eyes weakly. Memories came over like a tide and wet her heart.

"I want to tell it." Rong Jincheng was very persistent, "If I don't tell it, you won't know."
Chapter completed!