When I was 16 years old, he pushed me into the mud and hit my little heart with his cold words. From then on, he stalked the arrogant man and regarded him as a male god.
Over the past few years, I chased him and kicked him, I hugged him to block him, I kissed him and spanked him, but I found that he who was domineering back then gradually became more tender-hearted, and his force value towards me decreased, and he seemed to be developing into a civilian, so I ticked my teeth and prepared to leave with a pat on the back.
When I was caught by him with a murderous look on his face and an angry look on his face, I struggled twice, but under his sharp eyes, I was captured without a fight.
He picked up the whip with a sinister face and roared: "Chen Ziqing, what do you mean?!"
I replied calmly: "It's boring."
He said angrily: "What do you mean by boring?!"
I chuckled softly: "I just mean I'm not interested in you."
His gloomy face was instantly filled with anger. He held me tightly, and his wide eyes seemed to suck me into the abyss of anger. After a long time, they turned into a wisp of light smoke, then turned unfathomable and stared at me oppositely.
After an unknown number of seconds, he sighed softly: "You are so wanton and reckless, I have no choice but to sacrifice myself to benefit the common people."
I felt a little uneasy, so I slowly backed away from his fiery gaze and asked, "What do you mean?"
He slowly moved forward and said, "It's boring."
"What do you mean boring?"
He held me captive and snorted: "I mean I'm interested in you."