Li Qiao didn't want to sit and wait for death; rather than wait for Xiao Hongdao to take action, it was better to strike first.
Xiao Hongdao could easily give up on Xiao Yeyan, but he would never give up on Xiao Yehui.
It was true three years ago, and it's true three years later.
Li Qiao was immersed in her thoughts, contemplating every step of her next move.
But a few seconds later, she faintly felt that something was amiss.
Because Shang Yu had yet to speak, but his breathing was becoming increasingly heavy.
Li Qiao blinked and, as she lifted her head, her gaze collided with the man's dark eyes, which hid a fiery flame.
On closer inspection, she realized that her hand was still causing trouble.
Li Qiao was startled, "I... uh."
Whatever she was about to say was entirely blocked back.
The man had personally witnessed the heart-wrenching explosion last night and had gone through the tension and despair of almost losing her, making the deep kiss uncontrollably rough.
