Ye Zangkong took all the emotions into his heart and said calmly.
"What it feels like to like someone is actually a general term."
"It's complex and changing, and no one can give you an exact answer."
Leng Wushuang hurriedly explained as if he had been pricked by a needle.
"It's my friend, not me!"
Ye Zangkong nodded with deep understanding.
"I mean, you can tell that friend."
"To like someone is to care deeply about that person. When you can't see him, you will think about him in your heart, and when you see him, you want to be close to him."
"You may say you hate it on your lips, but in fact you are thinking about it all the time."
"Even in the dead of night, his good and bad qualities will emerge."
Ye Zangkong suddenly stopped here.
She originally just explained the so-called love to Leng Wushuang in a textbook way.
However, halfway through, I found that I seemed to have already been immersed in it.
And the person I like turns out to be...
Ye Zangkong could no longer think about it anymore. She suddenly couldn't accept her inner emotions.
A casual remark: "Anyway, this is pretty much it."
"It's up to your friend to understand what's really going on."
After speaking, Ye Zangkong said no more, turned around and left quickly.
To put it harshly, Ye Zangkong walked as quickly as if she was running away, because she was afraid that Leng Wushuang would see that she was a little overwhelmed.
She has been a man for many years and she must not let others know her true appearance.
In this world, it is enough for one stinky man to know!
After Ye Zangkong left, Leng Wushuang shook the ice cup in his hand slightly.
When she told Ye Zangkong about this matter, she originally wanted to get a result from Ye Zangkong.
That means I don’t like that bitch man at all!
However, the result is actually the opposite!
Thinking back to the early hours of the morning, Wu Zhi and the woman whose name cannot be called, the woman whose whole body exuded a light that Leng Wushuang himself felt envious, did that kind of thing.
A strong zhenqi burst out from Leng Wushuang's body.
Unable to stop this emotion, the steam rising up was frozen in the air and turned into frost, falling into the ice cup!
Leng Wushuang secretly swore in his heart.
"I must not sink in. I must find a way to hate Wu Zhi!"
At the same time, in Hangzhou City, Chishuigouzi.
In a relatively ordinary-looking two-entry small house.
Ojia, who was always known as the Rakshasa hag, was sitting with a gloomy face.
In front of her, three men with hair of three colors stood respectfully.
From left to right are red, gold and brown.
Among them, when the man with long red hair opened his mouth, he heard the song of birds from the Siberian region in the north.
Translated, it means: "Your Highness, this Wu Zhi cannot be trusted!"
"This man is lustful and lewd!"
"Everything he has done so far has been to fill his harem."
"Look, he has not done anything practical at all. The promises he made to you are just to deceive you."
The blond-haired man next to him also nodded in agreement.
"Barisknov is right, Your Royal Highness, if you want to take back everything that belongs to you and establish your country, you can no longer rely on this military plant. We must change our goals."
The brown man made the final decision.
"Your Highness Princess, we have already discussed this with Wan Yan Wudi, the national master of the Kingdom of Jin."
"As long as we surrender to Cai Jing, we will be able to gain support from both parties."