...
...
Even after everything had ended, Luo Xiaoqian's heartbeat and panting still couldn't settle for a long time.
Encircled in his arms, she gazed at the ceiling and suddenly felt an urge to laugh.
What right did she have to hate Lu Hao, she was just like him.
Luo Xiaoqian, you're a bad woman!
Lu Hao, without doing anything, could instantly revert her to her true self.
The ceiling before her eyes suddenly became so blurred, her tears rolling down the corners of her eyes, falling onto his chest and leaving a slight chill.
Leng Zimo raised his hand to touch her face, only to find it covered with tears, he slightly lifted his body to look into her eyes, and seeing her cry, his own eyes grew cold.
"You're thinking about him again!"
It was not a question, but an angry statement of fact.
Luo Xiaoqian didn't speak, just looking at the ceiling, her tears fell like broken beads, continually unstoppable.