Huo Qi's dark eyes locked onto Wu Fan's delicate and pale face, and he said earnestly, "As long as I have it, if you want it, it's yours!"
These words, hearing them, made Wu Fan unable to suppress a smile in her eyes.
She stepped forward, placing her hand on Huo Qi's shoulder and ambiguously tracing circles with her fingertips, her dim eyes releasing a feigned charm.
Wu Fan asked in a sugary voice, "What if I want you, will you give yourself?"
Huo Qi took her hand off his shoulder, his lips tightly pursed.
Wu Fan's cold gaze fixed on the wrist he held, and she said sternly, "It seems you can't afford to give that, so you should make fewer promises in the future."
Huo Qi's voice was hoarse, "Wu Fan, you should understand that once we take this step, what awaits us is mutual disdain, and we can never return to how we were."
Hearing about mutual disdain, a wave of sadness swept through Wu Fan.
