Ye Yan, weakened, closed his eyes and whispered softly, "Wan Mo, I just wanted to make you perfect, you shouldn't have any weak points."
Men always think women like to hear sweet nothings, even if it's arsenic wrapped in a layer of chocolate.
Su Wan Mo lowered her eyelids, her fingers brushing over something, but she made no move.
Without her taking a stand, Ye Yan couldn't be sure whether she would save him or not, but he knew at the last moment—she wouldn't take the risk.
The question was whether she would use Qin Yu to force his hand!
If Su Wan Mo trusted Qin Yu more, then—
As Ye Yan thought this, he suddenly heard Qin Yu's cold laugh.
"Doubt that she likes me more? That's not an illusion, it's true."
Su Wan Mo: "..."
The grey-robed old man: "..."
Hawk Eye and the rest: "..."
Such cruel, fierce, indifferent, and ruthless words, with not a hint of intimacy, yet spoken so confidently, leave us feeling quite conflicted too.
