C1 Please Let Me Go

It was only now that Qi Luoge realized that her best friend's groom was actually him — the man who had begged her for so much in bed last night.

He liked to eat a half-cooked steak, he had a bruised birthmark on his thigh, and he always frowned when he thought about it.

Qi Luoge thought she knew him well, but she was the last to know about his marriage.

A wave of pain shot through her heart. She subconsciously put her hands together, but maintained a warm smile on her face. She said softly to her good friend Cheng Feixue, "Xue'er, congratulations!"

"My best friend, Qi Luoge, I call her Beauty Luoluo!" Cheng Feixue introduced him playfully.

Qiao Yushi looked at Qi Luoge with an indifferent expression, as if he had never seen her before.

"Hello! "Qiao Yushi!" he said politely, extending his big hand to shake Qi Luoge's.

Maybe it was too hot in June, and Qi Luoge's palms were covered with fine sweat. When they touched his fingertips, she took them away in a panic.

Qi Luoge didn't dare to look into his eyes, fearing that she would panic and let Cheng Feixue see that they had an unusual relationship.

Her worries were superfluous. He was so calm and collected, of course, he wouldn't let anything slip by and make his beloved wife sad.

Cheng Feixue's delicate face had a trace of hair on it. When he turned to look at her face, he saw it and smiled as he reached out to help her remove it. As if her face were fragile crystal, his movements were so careful,

Qi Luoge's heart tightened again. He had never treated her so tenderly before. She always thought that he was a cold person, but it turned out that he wasn't. It was just that she wasn't worthy of his gentleness.

In a trance, Qi Luoge was led into the hotel lobby like a puppet and took a seat.

The Guest Hall was bustling with noise and excitement. People were enthusiastically discussing the couple's family history and knowledge as well as their relationship with each other.

Qi Luoge, on the other hand, was no longer happy for her friend. Since her husband was able to keep such a relationship from her, it was clear that he wasn't someone worth entrusting his life to.

Worried about her friend's future and unable to tell her about it, she had to find another way to stop the wedding.

He sent a message to Brother Yong, hoping that everything was still in time.

After all this, the wedding march sounded. All the guests stood up to welcome the arrival of the newlyweds.

The father of the bride handed Cheng Feixue, who had a bashful expression, to Qiao Yushi, who had an elegant demeanor. The applause from the bride never stopped.

For some reason, Qi Luoge had the feeling that he had been searching for her among the crowd of guests.

Perhaps it was just her imagination that he was looking fondly at his wife when she looked at him.

The wedding was still going on. The etiquette lady had already brought a glass of wine and was about to complete the ceremony. Why hadn't the person she had arranged appeared yet?

He stood up with a gentle smile, and Qi Luoge quietly left the wedding.

In the washroom, just as she was about to dial Brother Yong's number on her cell phone, her back suddenly felt warm. A man actually hugged her tightly.

Qi Luoge jumped in fright. Just as she was about to scream, a warm hand held her mouth. She was very familiar with this smell, who else could it be other than Qiao Yushi?

Wasn't he having a drink? Why did he appear here again? Did he suddenly give up today's wedding for me?

"I want you, now!" He whispered in Qi Luoge's ear, unquestionably saying that her wishful thinking had been instantly shattered by reality.

Her brow tightened involuntarily, and she turned to look at him incredulously. She wanted to ask him: Are you crazy?

He didn't care what she wanted to say to him. He grabbed her by the waist, dragged her into the bathroom, and locked her behind him.

"I don't want to!" This was the first time she had said those three words to him.

At least for the moment, he was her good friend's husband, and she couldn't be a third party.

If she did, she would look down on herself, and her remaining dignity would be completely lost.

"You have no right to resist!" He whispered in her ear again.

That's right, she didn't have the qualifications, or else the consequences would be unbearable for her.

"Please! Let me go! She's a good friend of mine, and you're not thinking about me, you're thinking about her, okay? " Qi Luoge begged in a low voice, hoping for the last bit, tears already welling up in her eyes.

He could not love her, but he could not insult her, insult the sanctity of the wedding.

As if he hadn't heard, he grabbed her resisting hands roughly with one hand and reached for her skirt with the other …

Qi Luoge was in great pain. Her body was in pain, but so was her heart.

He had never cared whether she wanted it or not, she thought, and she was no better than a puppy in his eyes.

She thought that since he had gotten married, she would be able to return the favor. She didn't expect it to be this unbearable.

"Don't blame me for wanting you here. It's because you're wearing such sexy clothes that I can't help but want you. "Speak, is that on purpose?"

Qi Luoge closed her eyes and bit her lips, tightly grasping the door to the toilet. Her tears fell drop by drop onto the white tiles.