This realization made her angry, and she raised her right hand instinctively.
However, before she could slap him, the young man said in a low voice, " "Sister Qing 'er, I want you. That's why I came to Princeton."
After he finished speaking, he looked at her quietly, as if waiting for her slap to land.
Qing 'er's heart trembled, because she saw some anxiety and self-deprecation in the young man's eyes, as well as some warm moisture, as if he had completely opened himself to her, and whether he lived or died was all up to her will.
She knew that he might be pretending again, but she still hesitated.
Her breathing was rapid, and her right hand was suspended in mid-air. The two of them looked at each other, and neither of them said a word. It was like a silent contest.
In the end, ah Luo gently held her wrist and said with a bit of oppression in her voice, " "Then, what about you, sister Qing 'er? What do you want to do?"
