Are you still saying you love yourself in front of Xijian Liying?
Is there anything more ironic than this?
"Yanran, listen to me." Seeing her indifference and alienation, as if she didn't know him, she didn't have half of the affection she had just now.
He panicked and wanted to grab her arm again.
"Jun Wuhen!" Yanran stepped back without leaving a trace and growled: "Tell me if it's true? I just want to know this!"
"Don't lie to me!" Her clear watery eyes stared at his face and into his eyes.
It was as sharp as a knife, making it impossible for him to avoid it.
He knew that she was already suspicious of him, and his relationship, which was not yet stable, suffered such a fatal blow. He simply could not imagine the consequences.
For the first time, he was afraid of the unknown consequences.
He sighed softly and nodded helplessly.
If he could suppress that matter temporarily, he would definitely handle it perfectly without leaving a trace.
However, it had been exposed and he knew there was no way to avoid it.
He could clearly see the suppressed tears in her eyes.
Those tears stung his eyes and made his heart tremble.
The corners of her mouth raised slightly, and her face was full of ridicule. A man who had vowed to her just now had just proposed marriage to another woman yesterday.
She was so stupid that she agreed to the other party's position as his wife, so she lost her proper precautions and vigilance and fell into his tenderness.
How could he be Rufeng? How could Rufeng do this to himself?
"Okay, I get it!" Her heart was so cold that she couldn't breathe, like an invisible hand strangling her neck.
She was always looking for traces of Rufeng, so she fell headlong into his tenderness.
An unprecedented feeling of fatigue and weakness came over me.
She turned around and wanted to leave.
"Yanran," he tried to grab the hem of her clothes.