"It's the person in the book." Fang Mo'er said aggrievedly.
Shi Mo was still not satisfied with this answer.
"What about in reality?"
Fang Mo'er shook her head. Other than Shi Mo from the book, in reality, she had never liked anyone else.
Finally, Fang Mo'er sobered up for a while and replied, "No."
This reply caused Shi Mo's expression to change.
He lowered his voice and said, "Mo'er, I will make you fall in love with me."
As long as there was no one else in the answer.
He would take the time to slowly pry open her heart.
Once he had said that, he no longer restrained himself.
Fang Mo'er felt like a delicate flower that was trembling in the wind, rising and falling with the wind.
The next day.
When Fang Mo'er woke up, she had a splitting headache and her body felt like it was falling apart.
There was a heavy arm wrapped around her waist.
