My older sister is a villainous rich girl.

Chapter 115 The troubles not only weren't resolved, but actually increased.

Seeing the girl crying her eyes out, Wayne was at his wits' end.

So Miss Ge Li is the type to cry so easily?

Think about it carefully, how do other people comfort girls when they cry?

Did he rush up and say: "Because you are my most important friend?"

Or should I simply reach out and pull her into my arms?

No! Those experiences, no matter how you look at them, are not the kind you can simply copy!

Wayne shook his head, erasing the increasingly unrestrained little drama unfolding in his mind.

Fortunately, Ascletis did not let this dilemma last too long.

"I don't want this kind of apology," she said softly, sobbing.

"—Shall I treat you to ice cream?"

"don't want."

"Shall I arrange for Prince Richard to go out with you this weekend?"

"don't want."

"So what do you want?"

"Playing the piano."

???

Wayne stared at her with a face full of questions.

"Wasn't I just playing the piano?"

"I want to hear—the music you composed for Prince Lawrence."

What does it mean to compose music for Lawrence?

That's a rather strange mistake.

He said helplessly, "I want to clarify that although it was first presented to Lawrence, the piece was actually composed a long time ago."

"Then, for whom was it made?"

"Well—let's just say it was for myself," Wayne said.

A moment later.

In the music classroom, the clear, spring-like notes rang out once again.

A person's emotions are like the ocean.

What is revealed is always only the most superficial layer.

What lies hidden beneath that seemingly calm surface? What is churning within?

What am I helplessly trying to hold onto?

Familiar melodies flowed, and fragmented memories of the past kept emerging.

"Sweetie, how's this piano teacher's lesson?"

"Son, come and play a tune for your uncle and aunt!"

"Your exam results dropped so much this time! Stop learning the piano! Give it your all, give it your all!"

"Can't come back from the long holiday? Oh, more overtime again—"

"Okay, it's fine if you come back during the Chinese New Year. Just focus on your work at the company."

I didn't want to bring up these memories.

No wonder I can't seem to like the piano, whether in my past life or this one.

The last note ends.

Wayne's hands remained on the piano keys, and he sat there expressionless.

a long time.

He let out a deep sigh of frustration.

Suddenly, I heard a soft rustling of clothes behind me, and then two slender, fair arms came up from behind my shoulders.

He hugged himself.

Before he knew it, Ge Li had already walked up behind him.

She buried her head in the crook of his neck.

It's cool.

Is this your true inner self?

She asked sullenly.

No, that's not it.

"Lying—" The voice was very soft, so close to my ear. "I could tell."

Ah, she's not cute at all.

So you're pitying me now? Can't you just pretend you don't know?

However, Ge Li simply tightened his grip on him.

It was as if trying to dispel the chill that enveloped the body.

Wayne sighed softly.

Although Miss Ge Li is surprisingly gullible—

But, isn't that also because she has a soft heart?

Sometimes I wonder if it's wrong to always take advantage of her.

From childhood to adulthood, I've eaten and drunk for free countless times in her name, but she's never held it against me.

As long as you mention her name, no matter what you order, she will obediently pay the bill afterwards.

If things continue like this, what if I grow up and encounter bad people, and get eaten alive, leaving not even bones behind?

"Ge Li," he whispered her name.

"Um?"

"I probably don't have much to teach you about how to win over Richard."

The breath that gently caressed my skin paused for a moment.

Then it became a little thicker and heavier.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because, even I don't really understand it myself."

"Didn't you used to speak so eloquently?"

—Do you want me to say it's all just empty platitudes?

He was silent for a moment before saying softly, "Saying and doing are not the same thing. Look at all these plans, have any of them ever succeeded?"

—But if we don't use this method, how can we connect with each other?—

"If you really like someone, as long as you put in enough effort, you'll eventually be able to convey it, right?"

C

I need to realize this quickly, it's already here!

"Think about it, when you fall in love with someone, you become very possessive. What if Richard finally falls for you too, and then finds out that we're seeing each other closely in private? Then all his efforts will be in vain."

So it is.

You don't like me yet, right?

Cool, damp droplets of water fell one by one onto Wayne's body, sliding down his collar.

My clothes were quickly soaked, leaving a sticky and uncomfortable feeling.

Wayne looked slightly taken aback.

——Young Miss, why are you crying again?

Before he could figure out how to coax such a troublesome girl, he heard someone behind him ask.

"Have you ever kissed anyone?"

Wien paused.

How should I answer this question? Would it be too pathetic to tell the truth that I've never had one?

"No, right?"

Looking at the black and white keys of the piano, he reluctantly hummed in agreement.

Having received an affirmative answer, Ge Li suddenly reached out and pinched his chin with a little force, turning his gaze to the side.

Towards her.

A gentle touch of the tip of my nose, and a soft sensation enveloped me.

Wayne's bewildered expression froze on his face.

At that moment, he inexplicably recalled an honor he had recently received on a list—

The number one choice for the guy you most want to kiss.

The narration is:

His perfect lips are so alluring that you can't help but fantasize about them. Sometimes he licks them gently, and sometimes he bites them fiercely. The sensation must be unforgettable.

The two separated the moment they touched.

She released Wayne and said sadly, "Then—I was the first."

The girl's chest rose and fell slightly, making one subconsciously wonder if the heart inside was also pounding wildly.

Wayne was completely bewildered.

After saying that, she ran out of the music room without looking back.

The surroundings returned to calm once again.

A gentle breeze still occasionally blew in from outside the window.

Inside the classroom, a silent piano listens quietly to the story unfolding within.

What's going on? Seriously.

In the afternoon, the drama club.

"Excuse me, what's going on?"

Wayne stood dumbfounded at the door.

Sitting inside were not only Lawrence, but also his good friend, Prince Richard.

"Wayne," Richard smiled at him and said, "I'm a member of the drama club now too."

Wait, I told you to kick Lawrence out, not to join him yourself!

Richard was completely unaware of his inner thoughts.

He glanced at the crowd around him, then pulled Wayne to the other side.

"With me watching Lawrence, he won't dare do anything too outrageous," Richard said in a low voice. "I'm sorry, but perhaps this is the only way I can ease your troubles a little."

—It's clearly increased many times over!

However, seeing Richard's genuine desire to help him out, he couldn't bring himself to say anything harsh.

"Heh—heh heh, thank you so much." He chuckled dryly.

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