"Why? Why are you so nervous?" Feeling her overreaction, Situ Murong's narrowed eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty danger. Why were you so nervous? Why were you so nervous? It was obvious that she had a guilty conscience. So, five years ago, her heart belonged to the man she loved deeply.
Five years later, today, her heart still belonged to that man.
Good, really good!
"I don't understand what you're talking about." Liu Ying felt a chill on her back. She was afraid, she was really afraid, because she knew this man's methods too well.
Because of her fear, her voice at this moment was obviously trembling slightly.
"You don't understand what I'm saying?" Situ Murong's face was still leaning against her ear. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, revealing an extremely cold smile. How could she not understand what he was saying?
