Chapter 171: Chapter 168: The Man She Chose – She Must Take Responsibility, Even If She Cries

Wen Xian: “…”

She took a deep breath, desperately suppressing the urge to spew out a mouthful of pent-up old blood.

Two delicate fingers pressed against her temples and massaged, as she repeatedly told herself inside:

It was her own choice, her own choice.

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Considering his handsome looks and impressive skills, she had to endure it.

Meanwhile, on that bus.

Huo Qi was on his way to West Sea Town, but the journey had been so exhausting that he looked dispirited and somewhat weary.

He kept fluttering his eyelids, dozing off but too afraid to sleep in case he missed his stop.

But he was truly too tired, and after yawning several times like a lazy cat, his head tilted and he leaned against the back of the seat.

However, he was an uncooperative sleeper, and soon, his head began to loll.

The next second—

It fell onto the shoulder of the person next to him.

“…”

The man wearing gold-rimmed silver glasses stiffened, then slowly lifted his gaze from a foreign geology book titled “plate tectonics.”

He turned his head slightly and saw someone’s head resting on his shoulder.

That person had somewhat long, curly black hair, very white skin, a prominent nose, and thick eyelashes that lay over his closed eyes, while the lips were a light pink.

The man just looked at him, and the next second, he unceremoniously pushed Huo Qi’s head away with his hand.

Huo Qi was pushed aside, semi-awake and drowsy, he mumbled and then let his head droop down again to sleep, but it wasn’t long—

When the man’s gaze continued down onto the dense English text of his book, thud…!

The shoulder sank again.

Man: “…”

With a snap, the book closed! His lips pursed lightly, and beneath his glasses, his eyes showed a trace of impatience and resistance.

Huo Qi didn’t know how long he had been dozing off; it just felt like he was asleep and then suddenly light-headed, as if his foot had slipped off something, and he completely lost control, falling forward.

He hurriedly opened his eyes, reflexively sitting upright, his sleepy eyes gazing at the scene in front of him—

He noticed the man next to him had stood up at some point.

Carrying a portable black rolling suitcase, it seemed he was gathering his things to get off.

Only then did Huo Qi realize the man was quite tall, at least over one meter eighty from his perspective, but the man exuded an indescribable aura.

Perhaps one of indifference to fame and fortune, of non-contention with the world?

Yet, at this moment, the seemingly detached man was staring at a suspicious liquid on his own shoulder, frowning, his facial expression indescribable.

Huo Qi had already looked away, acting as if he hadn’t noticed anything, he smacked his lips, wiped casually, then stretched lazily, emitting a moan.

Seeing this, the man’s face turned a shade green: “…”

As Huo Qi was stretching, he suddenly felt a gaze intently focused on him.

He looked over, their eyes met.

For a few seconds, they just stared blankly at each other. Huo Qi seemed to suddenly realize something and quickly said to him, “Oh, I remember now, bro, what’s your WeChat? I’ll transfer the money to you later.”

The man was silent for a few seconds: “No need.”

At that moment, they were about to arrive at the next stop, and Ga Zhuo with his group had already come to receive them.

Huo Qi saw him as if he wanted to hurry off, so he reached out and grabbed him:

“Don’t be like that, bro. I can’t just let this slide; I never take advantage of others. You’ve got to give me your WeChat, otherwise, I’ll feel guilty.”

The man looked down, his gaze fixing on the hand that had just wiped the saliva from Huo Qi’s mouth, and he grabbed Huo Qi’s wrist.

“…”