"Liking me?" A mocking sneer appeared on the corner of Ye Qingran's mouth without a trace of warmth. Ye Qingran said indifferently, "Your liking is to drug the person you like. Then I reckon that no one would dare to take your liking."
Ning Yanshan looked into Ye Qingran's eyes and suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.
She clenched her fists and said, "I know you'll look down on me if I act like this, but it doesn't matter. As long as I can be with you, I'll let you know my true hearts."
The therapeutic effect of this fragrance came on very quickly.
Her entire body felt hot and especially uncomfortable.
Why was Ye Qingran acting as if she didn't feel anything? He wasn't a good-for-nothing who indulged in debauchery. His ability to resist should be very poor.
"Don't you feel uncomfortable?" Ning Yanshan looked at Ye Qingran with a soft gaze. Her face was red, and she panted slightly as she spoke.
