Qiao Chengxun tenderly wrapped his arms around her, speaking in an extremely deep voice by her ear, "Meimei, the moment you risked your life to save me, I let go of Sisi. I love you. I'm not joking about this."
"It's obviously a joke..." Wen Meimei rebutted unwillingly.
After her retort, her head felt a little dazed, and her tears stopped inexplicably. She tried to leave his embrace, but he held her tight, refusing to let go no matter what.
It's not a joke?
Like her, once a beggar, once a thief, with no dignity, nearly beaten to death by a mob; even when her biological father took her home, she was still not seen as a person by her family; the saddest thing was that in the end, she was used by the high and mighty Qiao the King of Hell as a tool...
Haha... The King of Hell has actually fallen in love with his own tool?
Wen Meimei, are you sure you're not dreaming?
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