Two words flashed across ye qingge's mind,"unreasonable."
Following that, he said,"unreasonable."
I don't want to talk to you right now. Your fever must have damaged your brain. Calm down!
He struggled twice, but he still couldn't move.
"Who do you want to talk to if you don't want to talk to me? Feng Yan? Or that gentle first love of yours? Ye qingge, am I not good enough to you?
Li beixiao tightened his grip on her wrist because of her restlessness.
"Who do you want to talk to if you don't want to talk to me? Feng Yan? Or that gentle first love of yours? Ye qingge, am I not good enough to you? Don't I dote on you enough?"
The veins on the back of the man's broad palm were bulging, and a red mark appeared on ye qingge's fair wrist.
His legs were also suppressed, and he could not move at all.
Ye qingge stood up all the spikes on her body like a Porcupine and glared at li beixiao angrily. Her clear eyes were full of flames.
