He has a pair of seductive eyes, and his good looks do not hide his dark side.
"Does that mean you like me?" Xinsha bent down slightly, with a smile in his eyes. The pupils were like a mirror under the blessing of contact lenses, reflecting a heart-stopping light. He said, "Ajin, you actually like me."
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Under his glamorous appearance, gentleness is just a commodity attribute.
Xinsha leaned on Peng Jin's back, closed her eyes slightly, and murmured: "Ah Jin, I am lying to others. I am all lies. I am not actually a gentle person. I just hope that someone in this world can give me the same gentleness."
Peng Jin intertwined his fingers with Xinsha and said to him softly and slowly: "Xinsha, no."
"You just use gentleness as armor to resist the heat and coldness of this world."
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He was gentle and firm, and tried his best to seize the last treasure of this life.
Xinsha flicked her wrist, opened the folding fan, and shook it slowly.
His tone was cold and bossy, every word was spoken in an unhurried manner.
He said: "You are mistaken. Ah Jin is mine and mine alone."
