Zheng yuluo looked at his disappearing figure. For some reason, her anger from before suddenly disappeared, leaving only disappointment and uneasiness.
Did I say something wrong?
Why did she feel that he was suddenly unhappy after she said those last few words?
Zheng yuluo sat in the car in a daze and didn't leave for a long time.
She knew that she didn't mind Jing Zhi's touch.
If someone else had touched her leg like that, she might have vomited out of disgust. Previously, she had felt uncomfortable even when Deng kun had carried her.
She didn't know what was wrong with her. She could accept girls hugging her intimately, hugging her arms, and pinching her face, but she couldn't accept it when it was the opposite sex.
She remembered that she wasn't like this in the past. It seemed that she had been like this since she woke up from the coma.
