Ji qinglin let go of Fu min and ran away.
She threw down a sentence. " Think about it carefully."
A red cloth flashed.
He disappeared without a trace.
*
Fu Shang was lying on the bed with her head lowered. Her long hair hung down behind her, and her eyelashes were pulled up into a beautiful arc from the end of her eyes, giving off a cold aura.
She wasn't angry at Ji qinglin for suddenly kissing her.
Instead, she had discovered it.
No, it could be said that Fu min was certain.
Ji qinglin was Qi Chen.
A person's appearance and voice could perhaps be changed.
However, the feeling would not change.
That kiss, it was the exact same feeling, the familiar taste between the lips and teeth.
Although he had had this suspicion before, it was only a guess, after all. Now ... Fu min still felt a ball of fire burning in his heart.
Ji qinglin was lying to her.
She even disguised herself so well, pretending to be so innocent and loving.
