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"Stupid woman—"
Qiao Chutian's hand still held her tightly, not letting her move, "It's not that you affected my relationship with her, but after I met you, I realized that what I felt for her wasn't true love but a kind of habitual existence."
"Do you mean to say, you love me?"
Mai Xiaomai asked cautiously.
She really hoped he would say those three words.
If he did, she felt she wouldn't need to have such a strong moral sense about Lin Na's existence.
After all, legally speaking, she was his wife, and Lin Na was just a girlfriend from before his marriage.
If he truly loved her, she wouldn't play the saint and push him away; she just wanted to hold on to him firmly.
"Mhm."
Qiao Chutian murmured an affirmation.
Although he didn't say those three words, this affirmation also represented his acknowledgement.
This made Mai Xiaomai very happy.
