Zhou Qianlin glared at Lan Jue and said, "Tell me, what should we do?"
Lan Jue made up his mind and said, "Things have come to this.
It's my fault.
It's all because I mistook you for someone else.
I don't know how to make it up to you.
I'll do whatever you say. "The mistake had been made, and as a man, all he could do was to admit his mistake and bear it with all his might.
Zhou Qianlin looked at Lan Jue with complicated emotions in her beautiful eyes.
At this time, Lan Jue was no longer in the clothes he had worn when he had snatched her back.
His white shirt, well-ironed dark blue trousers with dark squares, his neat clothes, and his somewhat messy black hair gave off a strange feeling of order and disorder.
His handsome face, which originally had a hint of evil intent, was now submissive, like a child who had done something wrong.
Biting her lower lip, Zhou Qianlin got up.
"Find me a clean set of clothes."
"Okay." Lan Jue turned and walked out without hesitation.
After a few steps, he stopped again. After a slight pause, he walked to the innermost cabinet in the room.
Standing in front of the cabinet, he seemed to be hesitating about something, but in the end, he opened the cabinet. Soon, he took out a few clothes from inside and turned to Zhou Qianlin.
Zhou Qianlin showed a sneer on her face and said, "You're very used to bringing women back."
Lan Jue walked in front of her and gently put the clothes in his hands beside her. There was a trace of undetectable sadness in his eyes. "Your sister's."
Zhou Qianlin had been staring at him and happened to catch the fleeting look in his eyes.
Although Lan Jue hid it very well, the pain that came from the deepest part of his heart was so deep.
Picking up the clothes beside her, Zhou Qianlin suddenly smelled a refreshing scent. Every piece of clothing was neatly folded, and Lan Jue's gaze was always on these clothes, as if she was looking at a treasure.
Even his friends on Skyfire Avenue didn't know that in the Jewelry Master's heart, no matter how expensive the jewels were, they weren't as valuable as the clothes in his room.
"Hey!"
Her voice woke Lan Jue from her thoughts. When she looked up, she saw Zhou Qianlin's unfriendly gaze.
"Sorry." Lan Jue placed his right hand on his chest and subconsciously made a gentleman's bow.
He quickly turned around and walked to the side.
Rustling sounds kept coming from behind her, but Lan Jue didn't feel the slightest bit of charm in her heart. Instead, she felt a deep sense of disappointment and sorrow.
In the end, she wasn't Jinyu. No matter how much she resembled her, she wasn't my Hera.
If it weren't for the fact that he was filled with regret and that she was her sister, Lan Jue definitely wouldn't have opened the wardrobe.
Of course, the reason why he opened the wardrobe wasn't just to apologize.
Footsteps sounded, and Lan Jue instinctively turned around.
In that instant, it was as if he had been struck by his own lightning. His entire body stiffened and didn't move an inch.
The long dress was as white as snow, a little more cumbersome, a little less thin, and just right, without any redundancy.
Even though this white dress was clean and unadorned, it seemed too simple compared to the wedding gown that was studded with jewels not far away.
But that head of long black hair was like the most beautiful pattern on this white dress, and that pair of deep blue eyes was like the most moving jewels in the world.
Her beauty was flawless and spiritual. Every single detail was breathtakingly beautiful.
"Jinyu …" His voice was trembling.
Zhou Qianlin just stood up and walked towards him.
But in the next instant, she discovered that she had been pulled into a firm, scorching, and slightly trembling embrace.
This embrace was scorching hot, as if it was going to melt her. She should have been angry, but after a short moment of stiffening, she almost subconsciously and clumsily hugged him back.
"Jinyu, my Hera, I missed you so much," he murmured and closed his eyes, as if he had returned to the past.
Lan Jue couldn't help but feel his body heat up.
Zhou Qianlin opened her cherry lips a few times, wanting to remind him.
But when the words reached her lips, she couldn't bear to destroy everything in front of her.
Everything was so familiar. He still remembered that she liked white the most, a spotless white.
As a girl, she didn't like the magnificence of jewels, which was the opposite of him.
But he always told her that she was the most beautiful jewel in his heart.
If Romanee-Conti was a treasure left behind by the gods, then she was the most dazzling jewel on the crown of the God King in his heart.
Zhou Qianlin's delicate face was originally cold.
Any girl who had suddenly encountered such an unimaginable event today would not have a good expression on her face.
But in that scorching hot embrace, there seemed to be an endless magic that quietly melted her.
Her stiff delicate body gradually softened, and so did her heart.
So it turned out that a man could love a woman to such an extent.
The coldness on her face actually quietly melted in this scorching hot embrace.
He held her waist with one hand and gently stroked her soft but slightly messy black hair with the other. Her hair rippled on his fingertips and actually became tidy.
It was a kind of care, a care that came from the depths of his heart.
It was a kind of cherishing, cherishing more than life itself.
"Hera, Hera …" he called softly.
But he didn't get a response from her.
That familiar delicate body and even that familiar body fragrance, but it was missing her gentle voice.
Suddenly, Lan Jue seemed to wake up. He suddenly straightened up and looked down at the person in his arms.
But Zhou Qianlin was like a startled rabbit, quickly jumping away from his arms to the side.
Her arms were crossed in front of her chest, and her delicate face was already blushing.
Lan Jue's eyes were in a trance. Her clothes were the same as before, but she looked new, even though everything about her was so similar to Hera's.
But she didn't have Hera's eyes that seemed to be able to melt people when she looked at her.
In the room, there was silence. Lan Jue didn't say a word, and neither did Zhou Qianlin.
Their feelings were equally complicated, but their emotions were completely different.
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Today was the third watch. This was the first watch, and the next two would be at 17 and 20 o 'clock.
Merry Christmas to everyone.
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