"Young lady, it's not too late to turn back now."
Zhou Qiyue clearly had no embarrassment showing his worst side in full.
However, he seemed to have underestimated Luo Mengmeng's spirit. She stood on tiptoe and bit onto his thin lips. The bite wasn't light, puncturing through and seeping out some bright red blood.
"Hiss. Did you descended from a dog?"
Zhou Qiyue furrowed his brows, his fingertips wiped across the blood. Pain searing through him.
Luo Mengmeng wiped her mouth, grumbled: "Whose fault is it for spoiling you? Making any move before determining the relationship?"
Zhou Qiyue: "......"
He had realized.
Those who had been able to stay by Jiang Ruan's side for so many years, must have something off with their minds.
Did they have to be so eccentric?
"As you said, this is how I am, are you also sick? Liking someone like me?"
