Ji Wanzhou I Hate You

Ji Wanzhou looked at her with a cold expression.

Her calm appearance was far less beautiful than when she was in love with someone.

His eyes darkened again. He really hated how emotionless her face was. She spoke to him with such a cold tone, as if they were two strangers that had nothing to do with each other.

However, when this cold and indifferent person grabbed his arm and shouted "yes" or "no" while he was being emotional on the bed, he became obsessed, lost, and addicted.

Ji Wanzhou bent down and carried the scissors in one hand and Meng Qingge on his shoulder with the other as he strode towards the big round bed.

He put the scissors down on the bedside table, picked Meng Qingge up from his shoulder, and roughly threw her back onto the round bed. However, he was careful to not fall too hard, and then dragged the wound on her leg along with it.