"Jiaojie, your boyfriend is too fierce, isn't he?" said a woman who looked about Nie Longjiao's age, full of envy. "He can actually fight more than a dozen people at once!"
Beside her, a middle-aged woman nodded in agreement and said, "And he's handsome and rich. Sister Lan won't have to worry for the rest of her life."
Nie Lan smiled modestly at these words and said, "None of that is important, as long as he treats Jiaojiao well."
Inside the room, the others began to heap praises on Xiao Feng.
Nie Longjiao stood by the window, watching Xiao Feng's fearless figure. Listening to the people around, a subtle smile involuntarily appeared at the corner of her lips.
Such a boyfriend seems pretty good!
Thinking of this, her charming body trembled, startled by her own thoughts just now.
Nie Longjiao closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and kept reminding herself: this is acting, this is pretending, be careful not to lose yourself in the role while the other is unfazed.
