Chatper 1908 (1/2)

Duanmucheng's eyes are as gentle as the gurgling water under the moonlight, which makes people's heart calm down. Looking at such a man, Shisan's heart is also softened.

"Did Chen Simo find out about the anesthetic?" Duanmucheng gently brushed away the strands of hair on Shisan's forehead, revealing a smooth and fair complexion.

Thirteen shook his head, met the man's warm eyes, and felt guilty again.

She thought that she could no longer face Duanmu City in this state. Even if it wasn't a quick knife to cut the mess, she should make it clear to him, otherwise she would feel uneasy.

"Duanmucheng, I have something to tell you." Thirteen said.

"Okay." Duanmucheng replied, obviously with a smile on his face, but you could see a bitterness flashing across his face.

In fact, before he came in, he had already expected what Thirteen would say. But he deluded himself and pretended that he couldn't guess.

I don't know where it started, and it goes deeper and deeper.

Duanmucheng felt that Thirteen was his catastrophe, a catastrophe he wanted to forget but couldn't get if he wanted to love.

"Cheng Luo and I these few days..." Shisan couldn't continue. On the one hand, he felt that he was a scumbag, and on the other hand, he thought it was so cruel.

Obviously she promised Duanmucheng to be his wife.

"It doesn't matter, even if you are together, I don't mind." Duanmucheng held Shisan's hand, rubbed the back of her hand very lightly, and gently pressed a kiss on her palm, "I only like you, others I don't want to care about it, and I don't want to care about it, do you understand?"

The implication is that even if Shisan and Cheng Luo had sex, he wouldn't really care.

To his degree of love, perhaps it can be described as extreme stupidity.