After speaking, Lin Jie sat back in the chair, adjusting her clothing.
Her expression gradually became serious, saying no more words.
Qin Qi wanted to say something, but seeing Lin Jie's resolute expression, he felt a deep sadness inside. All the words he wanted to say got stuck in his throat.
However, soon a faint smile unknowingly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"No, why do I always listen to Lin Jie?" he thought to himself.
You can't always take a woman's words at face value.
He believed the rift between him and Lin Jie still existed.
But he didn't believe that a person who has been hungry for so long, after tasting a delicacy, wouldn't miss that taste.
With these thoughts in mind, he didn't say anything more, quietly laying on the bed and soon falling into a deep sleep.
He himself wondered.
The wound on his waist felt a slight tingling sensation, as if something was crawling inside. However, the pain had completely disappeared.
