A girl like that should have a good man to cherish her.
Although this Ming Cheng can't compare to him, he's a good man, I suppose.
"I told you, I don't like him. Since I don't, there's no point in leading him on. Let's go."
Chen Ying walked toward TianMei Studio.
Cui Hao quickly followed.
Women's hearts are so hard to figure out. You don't like someone when they like you, but once they stop liking you, you feel as if you've missed out on a fortune. What does it take to truly win a woman's heart?
His mind conjured Xue Yang's face, a sight that could anger both gods and men.
Dogs excluded.
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At the café on the 33rd floor of Tide Fashion, Lin Xi glanced out the window. Below, the endless streams of traffic made the city look like it never slept. She looked down at the time—7:23. She immediately lifted her head to look at the girl across from her, who was leisurely enjoying her meal.
"Si Wen, it's getting late. I have to go deliver dinner to Xue Yang."
