She tried her best to restrain herself from speaking in a complete and orderly manner. Every word she said was as if she was using a knife to cut the cord between them bit by bit. The cord that she had poured her blood and sweat into was cut and dripping with blood. Li Tingshen's grip on her wrist was so tight that he almost crushed her wrist. She frowned in pain.
He looked at her expression and suddenly sneered.
Did that hurt her?
He really wanted to experience how much pain she was in now.
Compared to him now, how much was the difference?
But in the end, looking at her pale face that was covered in cold sweat, he loosened his grip. However, he still held her tightly and looked at her deeply. In the end, he said slowly,
"Okay."
Ye Qingqiu's heart suddenly felt like it was on fire.
A painful spasm.
Li Tingshen had always been unfathomable. Xiao Chu couldn't tell if he liked Ye Qingqiu or not.
