How should I beg you?
Qu Huaian's curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and the tears at the corner of his eyes seemed to be fragile.
"Haven't you already achieved your goal? what else do you want me to say?" His nasal voice sounded as if he was really in pain.
"Do you regret it?" Xie tingxi snorted and asked again.
The tip of qu Huaian's nose was also stained red. The corners of his mouth rose, and he smiled bitterly. Then, he firmly said, " "I don't."
How could he possibly regret it!
Xie tingxi's Black eyes suddenly narrowed, and his eyes became sharper and colder, as if he could stare a few holes in her body.
Qu Huaian's breathing wasn't smooth, and his chin was in pain. Just when he felt that qu Huaian could strangle him to death at any moment, Xie tingxi suddenly let go of his hand, sat back down, and closed his eyes to rest.
She rubbed her chin and looked at the man who had suddenly stopped. She didn't know what he was up to.