The progress a man makes in certain areas is like a thousand miles a day. Before defining the relationship, he could barely string a sentence together.
But once there's some "title" to rely on, he immediately feels like she's his girl, and he should act when it's time!
It's over. There's really no help anymore.
When I meet him, nothing good happens; my brain crashes!
Yu Minglang released Qian and saw slight traces of blood on her pretty little mouth, also realizing what he did was perhaps not entirely correct...
So he leaned in, instinctively wanting to lick away the blood.
"Slap!" Qian couldn't bear it any longer and pushed his face away.
It seems like something was done wrong somewhere; damn it, why doesn't the library have a textbook on this? I still need to study harder...
"Where does all this robber logic come from?" Qian wanted to kneel down to him.
His is his, and hers is also his. Say one word, and he acts just like a domineering CEO—except which CEO is this dumb?
