大神同学想被吃掉的樱花

This room was too big.

After a long time, he uttered, "The reason is simple. He\'s not suitable."

Irish frowned gently.

"By the way, what qualification do you have to encourage him to go racing?" This time Joseph set his eyes on her, unhappiness hidden in questioning and critical.

Irish was stunned.

Her heart, however, hurt as if a knife had gently scratched across it.

What he just said was asking her what qualifications she have?

"Unless you explain why, I don\'t think I did it wrong." Irish pressed down the pain in her heart and gently spat out this sentence.

"Jordan was very suitable for racing cars. He loves racing cars. You are depriving him of his freedom of life by doing so." Adults always tried to pave the way to make their children take fewer detours, but it turned out that no matter how much they said and did, it was better for the child to try it.

She said in a soft voice; however, it was powerless.

"I\'ve already said why!" Joseph slightly raised his tone and looked harshly.

She thought, even if the relationship between them was so bad, at least he could open up to her about this situation tonight.

Or was she too self-righteous?

He was right. She was not qualified.

So, she was even less qualified to know what he really thought, right?

She took a deep breath, got up, and said lightly. "I\'m sorry, I\'m nosy." At the end of the conversation, she picked up the car keys and clasped the palm of her hand, which hurt her.

When Joseph saw that his eyebrows were frowning increasingly, he grabbed her and said, "Have I let you go?" He was tired at first, and he was already haggard in such a fuss, and now she was leaving? Was she going to leave him?

"Have a good rest." Irish saw that his eyes were becoming increasingly obvious, knowing that she could not ask out anything tonight, and she was returning to Midtown Manhattan. She knew that the man who could bear it again would not have a better temper under the condition of physical and mental fatigue.

"You haven\'t answered me yet. What are you running from?" Joseph thought of all kinds of things that day and saw her go again, and the displeasure was even more like a fire.

"What do I have to run from? It is you who runs away from the problem." Irish said helplessly.

Joseph stared at her, looking at her face, and said patiently, "Is that true what you just said?"

Which words?

She froze.

Joseph suddenly smiled and sneered.

"Irish, I\'m so stupid. I\'m so stupid to believe your words." He said, pinching her chin. "You were just trying to help him."

Irish suddenly realized and frowned. "Joseph, what are you talking about?"

"Do you want to marry me?" Joseph squinted and asked word by word.

Irish was stunned.

Joseph stared at her for a long time. "Do you want to marry me?" He asked again.

Irish was a little helpless by him, leaving her face aside. "I\'m tired. Let me go back to rest, or I\'ll go upstairs and have a rest."

"So, if you say something against your will, you just don\'t want Jordan to get hurt, do you?" Joseph\'s heart was a mess. His brother\'s leave and Irish\'s insincerity made him irritable.

Irish looked at him unbelievably. "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Joseph reached out, wrapped around the back of her head, the tip of her nose almost affixed to her, his eyes ached, "You, have you ever had sex with him?"

Irish only felt a lag in breathing. "What?"

His eyes were even colder, and he repeatedly asked, "Answer me, have you ever had sex with Jordan?"

Irish was completely stunned.

She felt so much pain. How could he think of her like that?

And her silence aroused Joseph\'s anger. He suddenly stopped and clasped her. His eyes were red, and his eyes were cold and sorrowful. He said to her, "Irish, he is my brother, he is my brother!"

Irish finally had resistance. With all her strength to push him away, she shouted at him, "Joseph, are you crazy?"

Joseph stumbled, and the whole man fell on the sofa and stared at her like a wolf. "You think I really believe what you just said? Irish, I\'d like to know why he is infatuated with you?" That was why he really felt depressed. He would rather it be someone else than his own brother.

"So you think it was me who seduced him?" Asked Irish with a cold heart.

"You didn\'t?" Joseph asked, "Otherwise, how could he listen to you so much? How can he kiss you in public?"

Jealousy can drive a person crazy, no matter how rational a man can sometimes be, but it can also make a gentleman, say, son of a bitch, make a wrong judgment.

Irish\'s concern was like a double-edged sword. If Joseph was not so tired and not so haggard, he might think about it, but Irish\'s persuasion for Jordan made Joseph jealous.

Irish trembled all over.

"Honey." Joseph, like a deflated ball, tiredly called her name, unable to speak out, "What do you want me to do to you?" He wanted to convince himself to believe her, that her heart was still in favor of him, but because the other side was Jordan, he began to hesitate.

Irish was startled by his look, and her breath became hasty.

Joseph got up, came up to her step by step, and stood still.

"Are you getting back at me? Just because I said I didn\'t love you in front of your father, you can ignore my feelings for you, kill my child, and now take advantage of Jordan to get back at me, right?" He looked at her sadly. His eyes were red, "Don\'t you know what I\'ve been doing for you for so long? I want to take my heart out and put it in front of you as long as you tell me that I want your heart. But what about you? You just heard such a sentence and completely negated everything. I thought you would forgive me if I tried to do it. I thought we could go back to the old days when I took out my heart. But I was wrong, you have no heart at all. How could you fool me again and again?"

Irish stared into his eyes, and the coldness of his eyes seemed to be a farewell, causing her to ache bitterly.

When she opened her mouth, she could not say a word.

Joseph reached the back of her head again, and his hand clenched into a fist, knuckling. He looked at her and said word for word, "Ask yourself, have you really loved me? Even if it\'s just a little bit. Even if it\'s just a pity. You don\'t know what I have been through over the years, suppressing the pain when your father grabbed everything from my family."