Qin Yiren dejectedly hung her small head, leaning sideways on Bo Jinghang's shoulder, her voice soft with a hint of unease: "Really?"
"Of course."
Bo Jinghang casually placed the computer aside, continuing gently and dotingly: "Even if you don't trust yourself, don't you trust your lover?"
He said this so earnestly, as if that terrible video was really just some crude prank.
Qin Yiren burst into laughter, her mood somewhat uplifted, burying her head in his neck like a cat needing warmth. Her stray hair tickled him, and Bo Jinghang raised a hand to hold her mischievous little head, softly saying: "Don't worry, I'll find out who the prankster is and demand an explanation for you."
"If it's just a prank, I won't bother."
Qin Yiren looked up at him, her crimson lips forming a weak curve, hesitantly saying: "I want to know if that video is really true?"
