His voice was full of seduction, like a fallen demon, gradually leading her into the abyss. His usually cold voice carried a hint of hoarseness, like a rich, intoxicating liquor that gets you drunk with a single taste.
It was a snowy day, and the weather was very cold. Yet, whether it was his body temperature or sothing else, she felt a rush of heat engulfing her whole being. His words were like an aphrodisiac, impossible to resist once consud.
The air was extrely cold, a contrast of cold and heat, like ice and fire.
...
These words kept swirling in Tong Yan’s mind.
Actor, can’t you have so sha?
#Didn’t expect you to be such an actor#
#I can’t believe there are people so shaless in this world#
She couldn’t fight him, couldn’t out-talk him, and her face wasn’t as thick-skinned as his. Could there be anything more hopeless than this?
Nothing at all.
If there were a BMG at this mont, it should be: "What more do you want from , what do you want."
Tong Yan wore a wooden expression, unable to utter a single word.
#Constantly feeling that the actor is getting more obscene each ti, surely it’s her illusion#
That’s about enough.
Bo Yimo curled his lips, released her hand, and took the belt from behind her, handing it to her, "Sweetheart, here’s what you wanted."
From behind...
Then what was all her effort for just now!
After all that hard work, they told her she was going in the wrong direction,
he must have done it on purpose, hey!
He must have pulled the belt out and hidden it when she turned back, making her feel around for ages until finally...
Tong Yan was exhausted, love no longer possible.
She wanted to break up with the actor!
Moreover, doing such a thing in public, how could she possibly face anyone again!
Tong Yan didn’t dare to turn her head to see the reactions of others, but she must face what needed to be faced. The key thing being, she had already gotten the belt, so...
Tong Yan turned around to walk back, looked up, and was stunned.
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