She originally thought they might become like ordinary people, maybe gradually tire of each other.
But... this phenomenon has yet to appear.
The man's possessive desire for her hasn't diminished in the slightest.
And her reliance on him remains steadfast.
"You've really picked the wrong person..." She shook her head, keeping the last bit of patience, trying to persuade him.
Rejected by her once again, Zhao Mo's expression showed some frustration, his emotions becoming a bit unstable.
"I should be able to bring you more joy than that almost-thirty-year-old man, right?" he asked Su Xingyue unwillingly.
As Zhao Mo's words fell, a man dressed in a black trench coat appeared at the café door.
Long, slender legs suddenly halted, stopping in place.
A handsome face, filled with anger, looked towards the corner of the café.
...
Almost thirty-year-old man... It was the first time she'd heard someone use such a descriptor for Nan Yuling.
