Sometimes, longing was like a fragile jar. Once it cracked, it would break with a little force.
Huo qingge had already caught a cold, and her nasal voice coupled with her uncontrollable sobs made li beixiao's heart ache.
"Yes, I'll let you beat me up until you're comfortable!" There was a "click" sound from li beixiao's side. It was the sound of a lighter.
"You must have been smoking a lot these days, right? He even said he wanted to quit smoking ..." Huo qingge sniffed with a tissue and said unhappily.
She had caught a cold before, but she had never felt so uncomfortable before. It was probably because she was too hot and had inflammation in her body that she was like this.
She felt her body heating up and prayed that she didn't have a fever. Under such conditions, she didn't want to be half-dead.
"Do you want to quit now? If you say I'll quit, I'll quit!"
