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"I love him."
Lin Na turned her face away with slight disgust, "Don't spray your cigarette smell on my face, it stinks to death."
"Love? Ha-ha, Nana, when you were 18, I would have believed you still had love. Now, you're 28, talking about love is already laughable."
Qi Cong said with mockery, "If Qiao Chutian loved you, he would have slept with you even if he didn't marry you, instead of letting you become an old maid."
"He is a conservative and traditional person, he wouldn't go beyond boundaries without marriage."
"Ha-ha, conservative? Traditional? Is this feudal society? Even if it were a feudal society, he's still a man, and the fact that he hasn't made a move on you, such a vivid and beautiful woman, only means two things. One, there is something wrong with his body, and two, he's just not into you!"
