To say he is a bewitching male Sea Monster is really not an exaggeration at all.
Is it true that as long as I don't mention leaving, he's not that violent?
But what about after I actually leave? Will he go crazy?
As Xu Si pondered this question, she walked hurriedly, carrying a few bottles of wine as she left the top floor. The scene from that deep night kept floating through her mind: the man grasping her hand, pressing it against his wounded heart, along with that genuine murmur:
"It doesn't blame you; it loves you."
Her heart began to constrict strangely.
"That's really…"
Swallowing the word "ridiculous," Xu Si momentarily struggled to find a more fitting adjective. To describe the sudden surge of elation in her heart?
One simply cannot resist the influence of hormones.
