Her tone was so genuine that if Cheng Daqi hadn't seen the teasing in her eyes, he might have really believed her tall tales.
"So I mean so little in your heart, Chan, that tonight, you're not allowed in my bed."
Temir got more and more excited as she spoke, directly entering a state of high drama.
Cheng Daqi wore the expression of an elderly subway rider engrossed in his phone as he replied.
"It's over, Mi'er. We don't have to pretend to be a couple anymore."
His words seemed to press the pause button; Temir stopped all her movements and speech.
Cheng Daqi spread his hands; he felt it was better to clarify some things.
Temir clearly understood Cheng Daqi's meaning and saw his expression.
She knew it was time to end things.
The black-haired rich woman returned to her falsely gentle demeanor, glancing at Cheng Daqi with contempt.
"Hmph, what a boring man!"
She was still so proud.
