She was wrong. She really was wrong. She would never read those romance novels again.
If heaven gave her another chance, she definitely wouldn't do it again.
So please, let it go, stop talking, ah ah ah.
Tong Yan wanted to cry but had no tears, sadness flowed like a river.
Bo Yimo raised an eyebrow, filled with endless charm, "Baby, whether a bit heavier or lighter, I can satisfy you."
Tong Yan: ...
She truly was wrong, wasn't that enough?
Could we stop bringing this up, please!
Thinking of this, Tong Yan silently shed two streams of tears.
There's no greater sorrow in life than this.
Finally, Tong Yan raised her hand and swore, looking earnest, "I really won't read them anymore."
Let the past be gone with the wind, amen.
Bo Yimo curled his lips into a smile, "If you want to see, it's okay..."
Tong Yan looked at him suspiciously, was he really that nice?
"... Whatever you see, we'll try it in the future."
Hahaha.
Try your grandpa!
