"Qicheng, do you like it?" Don't ask me, I don't know anything about you, as long as you like it. One-handed rubbing on the tip of the eyebrow, Qicheng really likes Yunran, and with her white skin, matching with the bright red color, it also seems very matching.

"No, the point is not that I like it."

Frowning, Yun Rose insisted a little, anything is not what she felt like, she hoped Qicheng would like, like the way she dressed, like what kind of woman she was, no matter what style she became, now she is not living for herself, she wants Qicheng to like, Qicheng to give her love,...