"You know Liu Yi is not a good person, why are you still entangled with him?" Song Jun tightened his grip on Dugu Xiang's wrist and continued to increase his strength.
Dugu Xiang gasped in pain. Before she could reply, Liu Yi had already preceded her and said, "I'm not a good person, are you again?!"
Song Jun claimed to be a love saint, and he changed women one by one, but he still didn't forget to slander him in front of Dugu Xiang. It was really wicked.
Just as Song Jun was about to retort, Dugu Xiang interrupted at the right time: "I think neither of you are good people. But the one surnamed Liu is a little better than the one surnamed Song."
This sentence was her honest statement, and she did not mean to make Song Jun angry.[
"You?!" Song Jun was furious and pulled Dugu Xiang harder again.
The stinging pain made Dugu Xiang frown, her eyes grew colder, and she replied coldly: "Song Jun, let me go!"
Song Jun didn't notice that Dugu Xiang was in a bad mood, so he shook his head without hesitation and replied: "Don't let go!"
"Originally I didn't want to tell the truth. But you acted like this, so I had to tell the truth. Your touch made me feel sick!" Dugu Xiang's merciless sarcasm made Song Jun look ugly.
In a daze, he relaxed his strength.
Dugu Xiang took the opportunity to withdraw his hand and said to Liu Yi: "Liu Yi, let's go, there is no excitement here, and I feel unhappy when I see some ignorant people!"
Liu Yi was overjoyed to discover that Dugu Xiang, a woman, had finally realized the fact that Song Jun was not a good person.
He happily took Dugu Xiang's little hand. This time, Dugu Xiang had no meaning. She let him hold her hand, and they walked together, gradually drifting away.
Song Jun frowned, and he quickly caught up with Dugu Xiang, blocking Dugu Xiang's way, and said in a deep voice: "I know you are angry with me. I failed you back then, no matter what, I will find a way to make up for it. Stay here
In a few days, I will go to Beijing to propose marriage."
"You, a fool like you, want to marry me? What a joke! Mr. Song, you should follow your own example. Even if you want to marry, I will marry a prince or noble!" Dugu Xiang interrupted Song Jun impatiently.
She hates Song Jun's self-righteousness. The last thing she wants now is a man, but Song Jun refuses to open any pot.
"Song Jun, Xiaoxiang's words make sense. What is her identity, and what is yours? Are you worthy of her?" Liu Yi hurriedly added insult to injury.
"I'm not worthy of her, how can you be worthy of her?" Song Jun sarcastically said.