The little girl furrowed her eyebrows, pursed her red lips, and the line of her profile was coldly beautiful and indifferent, with each thick, curled eyelash seeming to protest...
"I was wrong," Bo Jinlan lowered his stance, "but if you leave now, what do you think my family will think?"
"..." Jiang Yaoyao did not speak.
The man's voice was gentle, persuasively coaxing, "Ever since we officially got together, every meeting has been brief, with only WeChat and phone calls to connect us. I brought you to my home this time because I wanted to formally introduce you to my family, to let everyone know that you are my girlfriend, that I only like you."
Watching the girl's trembling eyelashes, he made another move, "I like you so much, every time I'm with you, I just want to spend a little more time with you, but you, you never take me to heart..."
Sure enough, Jiang Yaoyao immediately retorted, "When have I ever?"
