Murong Jiancheng’s palm pinched her ankle gently and forcefully. Bei Yuewu felt that the place where she sprained earlier no longer hurt and was even a little comfortable.
Bei Yuewu looked at him. The tall and straight man was now kneeling on her bed, his eyes looking very focused. Over the years, his temperament had become more stable and refined. Just this sense of story that had gone through the years was enough to make one’s heart palpitate.
“Murong Jiancheng.”Bei Yue Wu leaned on the bed and called his name lazily. “Twenty-six years ago, why didn’t you sleep with Dongfang Wanqing?”
Murong Jiancheng raised his eyes and his gaze fell on her charming eyes.
“Dongfang Wanqing was your first love, the White Lotus in your heart. After she got together with Yuan Ming, you were depressed for a period of time and were very sad. Since you had the chance, why didn’t you sleep with her to make up for your regret?”
