Qian Shang curled up quietly on the bed, the light cast a faint shadow on her face, Qi Ye stared at it in trance
Qian Shang opened and closed her mouth, but no sound came out.
"Your Majesty knows, why do you need to ask this slave?"
If someone is so estranged, she will no longer be Qianshang, but become a slave, as if their relationship has suddenly returned to zero.
Qiye's heart suddenly twitched, making it difficult to breathe.
Everything seems to be a dream, Qian Shang in the dream, and the beauty of those few days are all illusory. After waking up, he and her still have no connection. She still wants to escape from him, she still wants
marry hurd
No wonder she always smiles hollowly at him, no wonder she is only indifferent to him, no wonder he almost never feels her heart...
So that’s it, so that’s it!
No, no! He’s not allowed!
"Hurd came here in the afternoon! You are still thinking about marrying him, right?" Qiye's face gradually became clouded, and his anger became stronger and stronger. He suddenly overturned the table and said in a cold voice: "
You still want to marry him, don’t you! Do you like him? You like him!"
The fragments of the delicate teapot on the table were flying like sparks, and the tea was dripping onto Qian Shang's thin body, still a little hot.
Qian Shang staggered back, and the quilt was tightly clenched in her hands. She took a deep breath, and gradually loosened it, and then she clenched it tightly in her hands.
put
After a long silence, he slowly spoke out in a voice that was so dry and hoarse that it was almost inaudible.
"It's none of Hurd's business, he's just worried about me and came to see me..."
"Really?" Qiye sneered.
"…………yes"
"What nonsense are you talking about? You think I'm a fool! How can I be so easy to fool?" Qiye's eyes were so cold that they seemed to pierce through her. There was something sharp and profound in his eyes, as if he was probing and evaluating everything in front of him.