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Qiao Yue didn't know that she had rejected Chen Xu three times in total.
The first time was in college.
He blushed and confessed, his voice so quiet that it was almost inaudible.
Qiao Yue didn't even raise her head: "Sorry, senior, you are not my type, and I already have a boyfriend."
The second time, she just broke up.
He took her arm, his palms were hot, and asked eagerly: "Excuse me, can I pursue you?"
Qiao Yuexian glanced at the unsightly mole on his neck, brushed his hand away, and declined, "Sorry, I don't have any plans to fall in love yet."
The third time was at a friend's drinking party.
Chen Xu didn't take the initiative to talk, but anyone could tell from his eyes that he was interested in Qiao Yue.
The friend elbowed Qiao Yue and encouraged her: "If you don't get rid of the old stuff, you won't get the new stuff. There is a ready-made one in front of you. Why don't you try it?"
Qiao Yue flicked the cigarette ashes in her hand, thought for a while, and then said, "He is too good-looking to have his emotions played with."
That night, a WeChat message suddenly popped up on Qiao Yue's phone.
——I am willing to be played with my feelings by you.
Intention: Be positive and live a good life.