However, it somehow makes people feel cold and unusual.
"still."[
He called her name like a whisper between lovers.
There was no last name, just like before, he also called her "Yiran" between the beds.
However, the next second, he opened his mouth, his voice clear and cold.
"I told you to stay away from me in the future."
Fang was still afraid, but he still reluctantly raised his head and stroked the face of this man who was so close yet so far away. There was a touch of tenderness in his eyes.
"Look at you, are you angry? If you can really kill me, that's fine. Are you jealous in your heart? If others can't see it, how can I not see it? Are you jealous of Zhou Liang?
No? I’m jealous that he can’t compare to you in anything, but yet he can be involved in the Qiqi scandal over and over again, and even work together. Isn’t that right?”
One thing brings down another thing.
You love that Qiqi, how deeply you love her, and how deeply you love her!
I just love you, so deeply, so much that it hurts, even deeper than you, and even more painfully than you!
Bo Qing turned his head slightly, and the moment her cold fingertips were about to touch his cheek, he moved away.
He frowned, but remained silent.
Fang still covered his heart and smiled like a fool.
He was her first man, and she was also his first woman. She had been with him the longest, from the age of sixteen to twenty-six, but he had never had any affection for her.
What is she to him?
Maybe it's just a satisfying bed partner, nothing more.
There were no more modifications, or in other words, if she disappeared at this time, it would be nothing to him.
"Bo Qing, you're still pretending that you don't care, aren't you? Aren't you tired?"
"Why do you want that woman? Can't you see that she doesn't have you in her heart? All she has is the position of a movie queen..."
