Luo Xiheng couldn't let go of Xia Ruoqi at all, and he didn't understand why and when Xia Ruoqi's heart turned towards Zheng Keyun.
Is it because Zheng Keryun is in better condition than me?
Or was it because he was too pressing that he pushed Xia Ruoqi towards Zheng Keyun invisibly?
Luo Xiheng stood in front of Xia Ruoqi, her pale lips opened and closed, and she wanted to say something, but her throat seemed to be pinched by someone. It tightened and couldn't make any sound.[
His eyes were as deep as two pools of pitch-black water, as if they had been stained with dust. They were dark and dull, without their original brightness. His thick eyebrows were deeply furrowed, and his expression was twisted in pain...
"What do you want?" Xia Ruoqi asked for the third time, her voice trembling slightly.
She was a little worried that Luo Xiheng was thinking of some scheme to destroy the relationship between herself and Zheng Keryun that had finally eased up.
Thinking that Luo Xiheng might do something outrageous, Xia Ruoqi's chest quickly ignited with anger.
Then, her face became very unkind, and the aura exuded by her whole person was even more cold than ever before.
Luo Xiheng still couldn't speak.
He stood steadily in front of Xia Ruoqi like a statue, his expression twisted in pain.
"If you have anything to say, please tell me quickly! I have something else to do and I don't have time to spend time with you here!" Xia Ruoqi's tone was cold, and she didn't want to say another word to Luo Xiheng.
"I just want to remind you..." Luo Xiheng licked his dry lips and finally made a sound.
However, halfway through his words, he suddenly stopped and stopped talking, as if he had some unspeakable addiction.
Luo Xiheng's hesitant look made Xia Ruoqi suddenly alert.
"What did you do again?" she asked calmly.
Luo Xiheng's body shook, and a flash of panic flashed in his black eyes.
Xia Ruoqi didn't miss the flash of panic in his eyes. Her whole face instantly darkened. She opened her lips and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Luo Xiheng——
"Ruoqi..." Luo Xiheng said dryly, his voice low and rough, full of suppressed pain.
Xia Ruoqi remained unmoved and looked at Luo Xiheng with a cold face, her eyes as sharp as ice knives, as if coming from an ice cellar.
She swore that no matter what Luo Xiheng said, she would never believe it again!