"If you weren't a foreigner, maybe you would."
Forget it, before facing Ye Xiaofan, because I knew he had Shen Zuimo in his heart, I couldn't speak.
This time, perhaps because I'm about to face a life-or-death challenge, saying it might help me let out a breath.
Lin Miaoke isn't the kind of relatively conservative girl; she shouldn't hesitate to love because of nationality.
The only reason she couldn't face it directly could only be her family.
"You're very much like him, although he never said it, during that incident, he'd rather bear all the burdens just to rescue me, just like before, you already escaped, yet you turned back to find me."
"Cough, cough... Just thought you're so pretty, dying here would be a pity," Xiaofan casually threw out an excuse.
"Yes, even such an excuse sounds familiar. And those lustful eyes, but when it comes to your mouth, you never eat."
After saying this, Lin Miaoke looked at Xiaofan with some resentment.
