At this moment, there was a great opportunity in front of Qiao Wenhe. As long as she stretched out her hands and pinched his neck, she could kill him. However, Qiao Wenhe did not act so ruthlessly. The reason was very simple. She understood that it was not easy to miss someone.
"Gentle... "Gentle..."
Fu Rongzhi was so drunk that she couldn' t help but cry out Qiao Wenhe name, Qiao Wenhe her ice-bound heart started to ripple.
Was he thinking about her? Or did he hate her?
"Why are you called gentle?" Qiao Wenhe lowered her head and whispered in his ear. She didn't know if Fu Rongzhi had heard her question.
In the quiet night, Qiao Wenhe thought that he wouldn't be able to get his answer. His mouth twitched. His voice was so low that only he could hear it.
No matter how small the voice
