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"Your behavior makes me misunderstand!"
Zhuo Jian warned him!
"Misunderstand what?"
Fu Yanye still pinched her chin without letting go, his gaze growing even deeper.
"Misunderstand that you've fallen hard for me!"
Zhuo Jian replied with cold logic.
Of course, it was all an illusion; she was absolutely certain of this inside her heart.
"Indeed, it's a misunderstanding. How could I have fallen hard for you? I at most just..."
"Then stop following me, stop caring about me. You'd better spend that time genuinely caring for your future wife."
Zhuo Jian couldn't bear to hear him say more confusing things that would lead her on, so she immediately interrupted him.
"What do you mean?"
At that moment, Fu Yanye even felt like crushing her, this ungrateful woman.
