C7 (1/2)

Due to being pinched so hard by Lu Qing, Qiao Yifan had no choice but to raise his head and meet Lu Qing's gaze.

Their eyes met.

All of a sudden, an indescribable atmosphere filled the room …

However, after just a few seconds, everything disappeared.

What was left was only the cold qi emitted by Lu Qing's body.

Lu Qing stared intently into Qiao Yifan's eyes as the strength in his hands gradually increased. It was to the extent that Qiao Yifan's expression became distorted because of the pain.

However, it was as if Lu Qing was unable to see anything, and the strength of his hands still did not weaken in the slightest.

”Misunderstanding?” As if he had heard some funny joke, Lu Qing sneered lightly and asked Qiao Yifan a question before saying coldly, ”I really didn't expect that not only did you, Qiao Yifan, have such a good emotional stratagem, you even managed to turn the tables on the right and wrong. I think the next step should be for you to move on to the showbiz circle, otherwise, it would really be a pity!”

As he finished speaking, Lu Qing gave a wave of his hand and shook off Qiao Yifan's chin. The more powerful one was, the more Qiao Yifan was pushed onto the bed by Lu Qing.

Instead, he stood up and put his hands in his pockets. As if he was a sovereign, he looked down from above as he was pushed onto the bed and had no choice but to use his arms to support the bed. Half lying in a sorry state, Qiao Yifan said with an ice-cold tone.

”I'll tell you Qiao Yifan, you'd better give up on that thought. Marrying you is impossible!”

Lu Qing spoke word by word to Qiao Yifan coldly, afraid that he would miss a single word.

But in his heart, he felt extremely awkward.

It wasn't that he couldn't marry her, but that he absolutely couldn't marry her because he was being passive.

The reason was simple. He loved her.

Even though he knew that Qiao Yifuo didn't like him and that her words hurt him, he still couldn't help but like her.

Because of true love, so will not...

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Qingjin immediately turned around and prepared to leave the bedroom without any hesitation. Just as he was about to reach the door, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

With his back facing Qiao Yifan, Lu Qing spoke coldly.

”After dawn, you can scram back to where you came from!”

This time, after he finished speaking, Lu Qing did not dawdle and left with large strides, not even looking back.

Now, Qiao Yimo was the only one left in the bedroom.

Earlier, when Lu Qing had used so much strength to pinch her chin, Qiao Yimo felt that if Lu Qing did not let go now, her jaw would have really shattered.

However, after releasing her hand, Lu Qing waved his hand, causing her to directly fall onto the bed due to exhaustion. Her hair was scattered to the side, and she was in an indescribable sorry state.

However, none of this was the most important.

The thing that she couldn't stand was what Lu Qing had said …

Joe, you can't cry, you can't...

Just like this, he silently consoled himself in his heart. Qiao Yifan did his best to restrain himself from tearing up.

However, like a broken bead, the tears kept falling, falling onto the bed and instantly merging with the blanket.

”What are you crying for! Qiao Yifan, why are you so useless!”

Qiao Yifan secretly cursed himself and tried to wipe the tears away with his hand, but the tears in his eyes didn't stop and instead only increased.

A few tears even flowed down his face and into Qiao Yifan's mouth, the salty taste of it making him feel bitter …