"I won"t ask about this in the future." Jiang Yutang turned to his side, frowned, and lowered his hand holding her chin.
"But don"t think that this matter is just a turn. You haven"t explained what Song Xingzhi has to do with you."
Shen Qingyun sat on the bed, lowered his eyes and was still in a trance. She seemed absent-minded as if she didn"t know what was going on.
"Did you hear?" Jiang Yutang pinched her waist, pulling people back to their thoughts.
Shen Qingyun raised his head ignorantly and glanced at him.
"What?" Jiang Yutang raised his eyebrows.
Her eyes were red from crying, and her lips were crimson from the kiss, slightly swollen and dripping with water. In the past, his face was snow-white, like a jade carving.
Now she is sitting on his bed, her legs are trembling under
