His large palm caressed her soft hair, and his doting tone contained a little helplessness.
Ye qingge loosened her mouth and sniffed, her eyes full of tears.
"Silly girl, do you still feel wronged? do you think you're a smart woman?"
Looking up at ye qingge's tear-filled face, his heart trembled, and his deep eyes could not hide the heartache.
Ye qingge bit her lip and did not speak. She had never said that she was a smart woman, but she really felt wronged.
With the ambiguous entanglement between them, he shouldn't have watched her get so anxious and be so indifferent.
Everything he had done was for her to beg him. What were the conditions for begging him, and what was the result?
I'll give you a good lesson today, silly woman. Perhaps you've just returned to the country and still don't know what a scheming b * tch is!
He took a few tissues and wiped ye qingge's face. He was not very familiar with it, but his actions were very gentle.
