Ye qingge thought that the story might not be as simple as what he had told her. Feng Yan must have had a lot of secrets.
"Why do you feel bad for him?" Li beixiao's words were obviously colder, and the strength of his grip on her hand was obviously stronger.
Ye qingge could hear the displeasure in li beixiao's tone. She looked at him with a slight frown and wanted to withdraw her hand, but she could not.
yes, my heart aches. What's the matter? "
Ye qingge was telling the truth. Her heart did ache when Feng Yan told her about it, but she knew very well that it had nothing to do with love and affection. She couldn't give a clear definition to it.
Li beixiao's eyes narrowed, and a dangerous coldness burst out.
He raised his hand and grabbed ye qingge's jaw. say that again!
His deep and hoarse voice had a thick nasal tone, but it was unusually cold.
