She was deliberately provoking her, and Bai Qingqing's blood surged.
"What nonsense are you talking about? brother yang is just pitying you!"
The corners of ning Qing's lips lifted slightly, and her eyes flickered with a bit of charm.
"Then ask him if he pities me."
"Brother yang!"
The woman's soft, almost boneless hand was on his chest, and her warm breath tickled his nerves.
Even though he knew that she was only using him at this moment.
The emotions in his dark eyes became more and more complicated.
Ning Qing left his arms at the right time.
"You're nothing more than this," he said lightly.
Nian lie's arms froze.
Ning Qing took two steps back, her index finger hooking her scattered hair and hanging it behind her ear.
"I'm sorry, I'll leave first and won't disturb you."
With that, he straightened his back and left.
Bai Qingqing glanced at Nian lie's expression and instantly hated his nonchalance.
