He, Fu Boyan, would always be Fu Boyan, who wouldn't change into anyone else. He wanted to attract her by his own charm. If he couldn't attract her with his looks, then he didn't deserve her.
As for what this other thing was, he hadn't thought it through.
Behind Fu Boyan's huffy departure was Ji Lingxiao's approving applause.
At his side stood Yue Chenxi, whose face was streaked.
"Clap, clap, clap."
"The young master Zhou is truly deserving of his name, dealing with a love rival is like drawing blood without causing pain."
Having watched the whole scene unfold, he felt pity for Fu Boyan, who had run into such a crafty character.
Luckily, he had withdrawn quickly. Otherwise, he might not know how he'd ended up death.
If he had had any doubts before, now he was sure Zhou Sinian was regretful.
Thinking about this, the way he looked at him became a little weird.
How come he had never discovered that Zhou Sinian was masochistic?
