Di Mingzhe turned around and left, gently closing Qibao's room door behind him but didn't lock it immediately.
The expected sobbing sound faintly echoed from the room, "It's over! I'm doomed! My brother must think I'm insatiably lustful. If I can't have my third brother, I'll jump Mitchell next. What should I do, what should I do? Ah, I'm going to die!"
"I don't want to, I don't want to grow up. When you grow up, there's no more fairy tales."
"You hurt me and just smiled. Your love is greedy and my love is weak."
"You cried and told me, fairy tales are all lies. I could never be your prince."
"..."
"..."
Di Mingzhe gently closed the door, turned around, a hint of sly and profound light shone, so leisurely yet detached from his soul-stirring deep eyes.
He's like an experienced golden hunter, the silent trap has been completely spread out, just waiting for the prey to willingly surrender.
Absolute high-profile manipulation and layout!
