The more LongKaizhe wanted to get angry.

This gentle, how can you be so desperate?

He has never seen a woman like him!

Long Kaizhe really doesn't want to chase.

He's not self-abusing. Why do you want to hold on to such a woman?

But there were tender tears in his mind.

When the door of the room exploded, her blankness, her pain, her soul was unguarded and hysterical. Like an invisible hand, she firmly grasped LongKaizhe's heart and tormented him.

That fragile tenderness, like a porcelain doll, makes him want to protect.

Long Kaizhe frowned slightly and finally sighed.

Forget it, she's a woman, and he doesn't believe he...