"Jiang Rui, I like you, I really like you." He Xiaoshi said word for word.
"Like it? What is that? He Xiaoshi, do you also like it?" When Jiang Rui heard He Xiaoshi's confession, he laughed as if he had heard a joke.
"Jiang Rui, I beg you, please save me, let them go away, go away, I promise you, I don't like you anymore, please..." In the dark warehouse, four or five men were tearing at He Xiaoshi's clothes. Jiang Rui, on the other hand, just watched, standing there quietly with a cold smile on his lips, as if he couldn't hear or see the woman's cry for help.
"Jiang Rui, if I die, you are not allowed to die, because... Even if I go to hell, I don't want to see you again. I hate you for the rest of my life."