Yue tingfeng looked at Yan qingsi in a daze. He ... Was confessed to like this.
He felt his face getting hotter and hotter.
Yan qingsi's voice was flat. She said a long sentence, like Chen Shuyu, like nianbai.
But it was precisely because of this that he seemed to be familiar with it, as if he had said it countless times and described it in his heart countless times. It was plain, but it was so firm and unshakeable.
When he said this, Arthur seemed to see an oak tree. No matter the wind or rain, no one could stop its growth.
Just like the Yan qingsi he knew in the past, no matter how difficult the situation was, she would never lower her head. No one could stop her.
But ... What she said now was like a whip to his body. Other than pain, he also felt ... Ashamed.
They knew very well that if anything happened to Yue tingfeng, it would most likely be his side's doing. Yan qingsi's words were also a warning.