"Li Qiyu…" His voice dragged on, his eyes red as if he were sick, "Aren't you fearless? Admit you have feelings for me, that you don't despise me that much, that you actually miss me and don't want to part from me... Is it so hard for you to want to reconcile with me?"
Li Qiyu turned her face away, afraid she might succumb: "I don't..."
She almost melted into his arms, her hands fumbling on the table, accidentally knocking a box to the floor.
The lid fell off, spilling out her ID, phone…
Li Qiyu's blood froze, Bo Yeyuan's lips fervently pressed against her neck, trailing downward.
Yet in an instant, she turned to stone, sneering coldly: "What is this?"
"...I miss you every day.
Li Qiyu slapped him across the face: "You followed me to Italy, the wallet was stolen by someone you sent!"
Bo Yeyuan's eyes, full of desire, turned vacant.
