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In order to have a great time at the class reunion, everyone gathered at my house.

During the banquet, we were running out of wine, so I took the initiative to go downstairs to buy some.

When I came back, I saw Stone holding my girlfriend Sophia and walking out of the bathroom slowly. She was only wrapped in a bath towel, her body was wet and she looked particularly attractive.

Everyone's eyes were on me, with some mocking me, some sympathizing me, and some gloating.

Sophia put her arms around Stone's neck and looked at me. There was no guilt or panic, but instead a hint of provocation.

Stone smiled at me and said, "Sophia fell down while taking a shower, and it's not convenient for others to help her."

I glanced at the women in the room, and I couldn't understand why men would be more convenient than women in this situation.

" Ethan , don't let your imagination run wild. They are not as strong as Stone ." Sophia glared at me and explained.

Stone raised his eyebrows and said meaningfully: "Besides, I used to hold Sophia often, and I know how to hold her to make her feel comfortable."

Are you sure you mean the "hug" I think you mean?

I secretly complained in my heart, but surprisingly I wasn't angry. I even wanted to congratulate them on getting back together.

So I put down the beer in my hand, walked straight to the bedroom, and gently opened the door: "There are many people outside, you should go inside. There are condoms in the first drawer on the left side of the bed. Today is not Sophia's safe period."

Everyone thought I was angry and their eyes were full of contempt.

Sophia frowned and said, " Ethan , are you done yet? I've told you so many times that Stone and I are just ordinary friends now. We have broken up for many years!"

She added: "Now your girlfriend fell down and it was Stone who helped you, shouldn't you thank him?"

Stone smiled smugly and said, "You're welcome. I'm happy to help."

My girlfriend fell down in the shower and her ex-boyfriend carried her out. I should thank him?

What kind of ridiculous logic is this?

However, my old classmates also seemed to think that I should be grateful.

I really want to know how they would feel if their boyfriend or girlfriend carried someone else out of the bathroom, or was carried out by someone else?

In the past, I might have roared in anger and left unhappily.

Then Sophia would accuse me of being a spoilsport and not trusting her.

Then, she would smash the house to pieces and go into a cold war with me.

She even let me know every day that she was hanging out with Stone again.

Until I couldn't bear it anymore, I begged her for forgiveness like a dog, even on my knees, and it depended on whether she was in a good mood before she would forgive me.

Perhaps our relationship was unequal from the beginning.

In college, she was the pride and joy of the world, while I was just an inconspicuous nerd.

Every day, someone would send her flowers, and countless people would confess their love to her in various ways. Even a wealthy businessman outside the school brought a truck full of roses to confess his love, but she declared in public that roses without love are cold and she doesn't need them.

But I was just a nerd, excluded by my classmates and roommates, and even bullied.

During that time, I fell into depression, often sitting alone on the rooftop, and wanted to jump off countless times.

It was she who sat beside me and whispered to me: High places are for viewing the most beautiful scenery, not for committing suicide. Ethan, don't jump off the building, I will accompany you to enjoy the scenery.

At that moment, the breeze blew through her hair, and the sunset glowed on her face. She seemed to be my salvation.

Later, we really got together. Everyone envied and envied me, saying that I was not worthy of her. Moreover, she had many suitors, which made me anxious.

I lived every second of my life in fear that she would be taken away from me.

So I tried my best to be nice to her and make my presence felt in front of her.

I would share everything with her, but she would just respond indifferently and not even bother to say a word back to me.

But I never gave up and still loved everything about her.

I even feel like I've lost everything without her.

I am used to humility, and she is used to contempt.

"Ethan, are you mute?" Sophia suddenly scolded me when she saw that I hadn't said anything for a long time.

Until now, she still thinks she did nothing wrong.

I glanced at her indifferently, walked to the sofa and sat down: "If you think my presence here will affect you, I can leave first."

"Are you going to spoil the fun again?" she asked with a frown, still not taking it seriously.