An Xiaohe smiled: "what kind of love is your love for me? Is it physical love? Or true love? Think about the answer to this question carefully. When you think about the answer to this question, I can think about your affairs. "

an Xiaohe left this sentence, got up and left. Shen luofan hurriedly ran to it, grabbed an Xiaohe's arm, put an Xiaohe's arm in his arms, and stared at her eyes like autumn water: "what do you think of my love for you?"

"you should answer that." An Xiaohe was not nervous either, with a light smile on his face. "I don't think you have thought about...