It Was You

In the Yan Garden.

There was a dead silence in the hall.

Cassandra and Lenny sat opposite each other. For a moment, the atmosphere was a little tense. The other living creatures had already retreated, and even the fat cat had run away for refuge.

Lenny and Cassandra, each holding half an arm, and the two disabled and strong person fought with each other silently with their spiritual sense.

After all, Lenny was young and impulsive, and his willpower was not as strong as that of Cassandra who had lived for two lifetimes. He shook his disabled arm forward and said, "Are you a human being? Do you even want to compete with me on this? Why don't you cripple your feet? I promise I'll hire someone to serve you 24 hours a day. Get out of here as far as you can! "

Cassandra chuckled, "Who wants to compare with you? I'm injured at work. Besides, Martin is with me every day. I don't need a nursing worker, right?"

In this round, Lenny lost.

However, Lenny, a man of strong will, refused to admit defeat. He raised his neck, gnashed his teeth and said, "Bullshit! How could Martin do such a humble thing? "

Raising her eyebrows slightly, Cassandra stared at Lenny with a smile, "How can it be impossible? Besides, who told you that it's a matter of humbleness? It's called lust, you don't understand."

The word 'lust' directly aroused the tense nerves of Lenny. His face instantly turned as dark as the bottom of a pan, and he unconsciously pinched his fingers, "What nonsense lust! I don't believe... I don't believe that Martin is such a man who is obsessed with beauty! "

Cassandra, "Believe it or not, I'm always considerate and never force others."

All of a sudden, Lenny's pupils contracted and his heart sank. He was usually a chatterbox, but now he couldn't find a word to refute. He sat there like a clay sculpture. After a long time, he slowly raised his eyes and asked in a very low voice, "Do you really like him?"

years, there had been no one around Martin. Even he thought that

stay behind him without scruple, even if Martin could never see his heart, or Martin would never care about his

matter how willing he was, he still had a little fantasy

past had become a dream. Only he was

face, Cassandra

deep in the ground deep in his heart, breaking through all the shackles

hand and pressed his chest. His fingertips felt the undulating and powerful heartbeat, but his chest seemed to be

and wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. His eyes were suddenly entangled with countless thin blood streaks, and the corners of his mouth curved into a sneer. He covered half of his face with his palms, and said in an unusually hoarse voice, "I used to think that I could stay with him like this for the rest of my life, even if he never knew that I liked him, even if I was not even able to stand by his side. A person's life was only

was broken into

had always been a playboy and a

now. He had kept the secret for so many years, but it

the perspective of a rival in love, I really hope that you won't be so stubborn, but I also respect your true feelings for Martin. Do you

but in fact, he

a while, concealing the strange look in his eyes. It seemed that the struggle just now was also replaced by a cheeky smile. "I didn't intend to give up. Anyway, I don't want this cheeky face anymore. What will I afraid

Cassandra, "..."

Why did she

each other. If the two of them hadn't

the backyard of the Yan

In the vegetable field.

the stone steps beside the vegetable field, his back