Ji Jiayan was amused by his words. Her melancholy eyes carried a trace of sorrow and joy." I might not even be able to protect myself. How can I bring you flying?"
She didn't have a clue right now. The draft she drew last night was on the table, but the Fu Jianing and Mo Qinglan intimate scenes always flashed in front of her eyes, stirring up her thoughts.
Ji Jiayan knew that she shouldn't care, but her heart could n' t deceive her. Her feelings for Mo Qinglan were still so strong.
Even though she had been suppressing it all the time, when she saw Mo Qinglan doting on Fu Jianing, those suppressed emotions were like flash floods, flooding and almost crushing her rationality.
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Ji Jiayan unconsciously fiddled with the brush. The characters on the painting gradually became Mo
