"Ha, falling in love with you and even sacrificed myself for you. Do you think I will believe you?" Xie Jiuhan sat on the sofa with a look of disdain. Just a little bit of it on his hand could make him turn gay. He didn't believe it at all.
Feng Qing smiled and did not say anything else. She was doing her best to resist the effects of the drug, and her consciousness was gradually being devoured. Sweat steamed on the surface of her skin.
Looking at her restless appearance, especially her large eyes, Xie Jiuhan started to breathe harder. Mr. Qingyi's feminine and fair face changed to Feng Qing's tender and fair face, as if she was smiling at him.
In the haze, Mr. Qingyi seemed to be saying something romantic to him. His seductive lips opened and closed in slow motion, making his blood boil and he wished he could kiss him immediately.
