"Not so," retorted Butong anxiously. "I like yours."

"you like me. Otherwise, with your personality, how can you lie in the same bed with me?" The man frowned tightly, and his deep voice was filled with a touch of taut dullness. "But today, if you change me into anyone you don't hate, such as Chu mu, such as Lin Che, you can accept it, not me."

"Li Jingchen, how can you make such an analogy?" Butong looked at him wrongly.

"sorry, maybe I can't describe it properly, but I'm telling the truth," said the man, taking back his hand that fell on her face, turning his back to lie down...