"Lin Qingxu, your heart is really as cold as a stone. I have been chasing you since the third year of high school until now, and you have never set your eyes on me, even once!" Xu Luochen looked at the elegant man in despair, and the bitterness in his mouth was hard to swallow.
Lin Qingxu lowered her eyes in boredom and looked at the boy in front of her. She opened her thin lips and said, "There are many people who woo me in this circle. Who do you think is the oldest?"
++The cold words were like the tip of a cold knife in the chest, stirring up the already broken heart. The biting coldness made all Xu Luochen's words choke in his throat.
Intention: Intention is tentatively discussed