"Do you still want to run away at this point?" Liu Ting laughed angrily, the smile on his lips was towering and dazzling, and it was so hard that it made people shudder.
"Escape?" I raised my eyes, and the despair in my eyes clearly appeared in front of that man.
"So, let's take a gamble?" The smile at the corner of his mouth disappeared, and Liu Ting stretched out his hand towards me as gently as jade. It was as if the previous chase and escape was just an illusion.
"It's okay to gamble." I said decisively, and the pain from the wind pierced my bones and chilled my heart.
"What if you lose, Liu Ying?" The conversation changed in a wonderful way, and Liu Ting looked at me gently as I wiped the blood from my mouth.
I reached out and held his hand, showing a charming smile. My firm words came out in the cold wind: "No matter what, I will warm your bed in two or three years."