She stood rooted to the ground, turned around to look at his car, and then looked down at the ointment in her hand!
"You're sick," As she spoke, she threw the ointment away.
She strode away elegantly. So what if he was her first man? A woman like her who liked to fight and kill might live today and die tomorrow! She did not need a man.
After taking a few steps, she suddenly stopped, turned around, picked up the ointment, and left.
Mo Wen went to the side and watched her figure as she picked up the ointment and left. The corners of his mouth curled up into a smile.
"Silly." He said.
After she left safely, he picked up his phone and sent a message to Qiming.""Thank you for today."
After Qiming returned home and took a shower, he heard his phone ring. He went up to take a look and saw that it was a message from mo Wen. "You've taken a fancy to it?"
"You're so meddlesome," Mo Wen said.
Qiming looked at his reply and was about to put his phone back.
