"Zhiqiu, please wake up! Qin Yishu is not suitable for you, and he cannot give you the happiness you want!"
"If he can't do it, can you do it?"
Ye Zhiqiu shook off his hand and his eyes turned cold for a moment.
"I……"[
Ling Mufeng hesitated for a moment and then said, "Zhiqiu, until now, you still don't know my thoughts and my determination?"
"I know you are very nice to me now," Ye Zhiqiu said, changing his tone, "But I don't know whether it is my person or my heart that you love."
Yes, she admitted that Ling Mufeng was very clinging to her.
But is that really love?
Or... is this body the only thing that attracts his attention?
At least, everything he showed before made Ye Zhiqiu feel that Ling Mufeng's intention towards her was based on lust, not love.
"I……"
Ling Mufeng was stunned again, and then he said: "I love them all. As long as they are yours, I love them all."
Ye Zhiqiu just laughed, and then asked: "Then let me ask you, ten or twenty years from now, is it possible for you to love me as much as you do now?"
Ling Mufeng was a little silly by her urgent and persuasive questions.
Before he could answer, Ye Zhiqiu answered for him: "You can't. There are too many temptations around you. Your female partner changes every month. If another beautiful woman tempts you in the future, will you?
Tempted?"
"No, no."
With a wry smile, Ling Mufeng said: "I don't care about those women."
After being severely betrayed by those women, how could he dare to linger among the flowers again?
"Don't be so sure! Ling Mufeng, you have told lies too many times, who knows whether what you are telling is true or false."
"Really, since I got together with you, I haven't slept with any woman!" Ling Mufeng said, patting his chest.
Ye Zhiqiu sneered: "What about your good bed partner? Weren't you even filmed with her?"