Bo Yeyuan held her, uttered dozens of apologies, each sound raspier than the last. He suddenly became like a person with diminished mental capacity, knowing how to say nothing else but these three words.
Li Qiyu was stopped by him, her smiling face turning to panic, constantly glancing at the clock on the wall.
Her small hands struggled fiercely, her pupils becoming more and more panicked, as if she would miss something if it got any later...
She became urgent, again starting to bump her head against his chest, stubbornly hitting it time after time.
Bo Yeyuan's pupils contracted tightly, his large palm blocking her forehead for fear she would get hurt, "No matter where you go, I'll accompany you, even to hell!"
He loosened his grip, wanting to know for whom she dressed so beautifully, who she was going to meet!
Li Qiyu hurried out of the living room with her bag, rushing to keep her appointment...
