He is Lovestruck in the Revenge by Gu Nanxi

Chapter 220 - 220 213 Falling for Xie Shang Once Again (Second

Chapter 220: 213: Falling for Xie Shang Once Again (Second Update) Chapter 220: 213: Falling for Xie Shang Once Again (Second Update) This was his upbringing, and it was also the greatest extent of the right he wanted to give her: the right to always say no.

The wind carried his words along with the sand, and perhaps some got into Wen Changling’s eyes, which suddenly became so sore. She turned her head away to look elsewhere.

She didn’t pay much attention to a man’s face, and had questioned herself in the past, why she fell for Xie Shang, falling for the person she least should have.

It wasn’t because he was well-behaved, she knew all too well that he wasn’t truly obedient at heart.

No one was like him, wild, gentle.

The partiality he held for his lover could alleviate all unease, could stand against the years, could outmatch thousands of troops, making her feel very safe, with no need to fear any unforeseen events.

What a pity.

She felt pity for Xie Shang, he deserved a better partner.

“When you have kids in the future, you’ll definitely teach them well.”

“If you don’t want to have them, where will the kids come from?”

“Future matters are uncertain.”

Then they would wait for the future to decide.

If she wanted children in the future, she would have them; if not, he would get a vasectomy.

“How come you are in the obstetrics and gynecology department?”

Changling said, “I’m accompanying a

by Wen Changling. Fu Ying’s words suggested there was no need to go to the distant city hospital when it was completely possible to go

Shang speculated,

were Dr. Jhiang, not wanting to undergo a check-up at Dihong

surprised by Xie Shang’s insight

“Pregnancy check-up?”

She exclaimed, “No!”

Xie Shang smiled.

are you

“Miss Wen, you lied.”

felt somewhat provoked, “You’re

quite liked it when she scolded him, as it didn’t hurt him at all, she would just call him

she scolded someone, he thought she

anything, this is her privacy,” Wen Changling warned Xie Shang with

“Alright.”

“Not even to

was

work

Changling brushed off the ginkgo leaves from

her thick cotton

softer than a winter quilt, and Wen Changling was someone who feared the cold, so she had a particular fondness for

center of the fountain pool, the urn used for making wishes by tossing coins: “If it goes in, I’ll stay for another ten minutes.” Such a small opening, it was

palm, not even aiming, and even as the fountain sprayed water, he casually tossed it,

using chopsticks

choice. She sat