Qian Weiran was completely in a state of petrification. She didn't even care that her wrist was still tightly held by the guy. The pain was obvious. How could her perfect plan be broken by him like this?
How can he be so wicked! Now Qian Weiran really wonders if he is a pervert.
Li Qiye's eyes darkened slightly, and his low, magnetic voice floated out, as charming as a ghost: "But... what I'm better at is playing with you..."
"Are you a pervert!!!" Qian Weiran couldn't figure out how he discovered her perfect plan. She clearly remembered that she concealed it so well, so how could he detect her intentions.
"If you're perverted, your hand... would be broken right now..."
Qian Weiran's eyes widened. After being reminded like this, Qian Weiran realized that her wrist was in severe pain, as if it was about to break. She no longer cared about her image as a lady, and she grinned and started to curse: "
Damn...you are so strong, what is the difference between this and being broken?"
"Oh... That's right... Since you can still curse people now, it means I haven't tried hard enough..." The corners of Li Li's mouth turned up slightly, but no one seemed to be able to see his expression through the mask.
, the force holding Qian Wei dye's wrist increased again.
"Your sister..." Qian Weiran's face turned pale, it really hurts, it hurts so much, this bastard, he wants to curse his whole family to a bad death!!
(The beautiful man and woman who was following me somewhere couldn’t help but sneeze, and then rubbed her nose in confusion: Who scolded me! Wipe it!!)
"I said, what I'm good at is...playing with you...why don't we compete...if you can break free from me, even if you win..." Mo Li's voice changed completely, and there was no longer the initial indifference.
, on the contrary, you are playing with your hair, omd, lightly dyed, you are dead.
"Don't...don't compare to this..."
Qian Weiran was almost killed by this pervert, she didn't want to compete with her!! She was going to die... Why was she having a fit? Why was she curious about what her parents looked like?
Retreat!!
Also, there were so many frightening murderous looks outside the basketball court that Qian Weiran felt deeply that her death was imminent. These idiotic fans would not let her go. Who would let her and their idols
There was physical contact!!
Please, can anyone sympathize with her? She is suffering now!!
(PS: Ignore it and pass by silently... Everyone: I call you arrogant... You deserve it!! Qian Weiran: A bunch of unsympathetic guys, I quit!)
"No? Huh? I don't know who said that just now...let me choose something I'm good at..."
Mo Li's voice was incredibly pleasant, which made all the stupid fans present feel excited. In other words, they really wanted to see how dignified this Mo Li was.
"Ugh..." Qian Weiran had the urge to cry. She had always thought that this guy was just a vase. Who knew he was so powerful? If she had known he was so powerful, she would have stayed away from him.
ps: Ahem, as I write this, I can only say something silently to the heroine: people cannot be judged by appearance, and sea water cannot be measured. Here is the second update. I will continue to recommend Tang’s debut novel "The Twelve Noble Masters"