A Person Who Cannot be Loved

Ye Jia's pupils contracted. She stood there stunned as if she had been electrocuted. What was close at hand was Lei Man's crying red eyes and her long, thin hair.

"Don't say but okay. I like you. No matter how many you have, I always like you." As he slowly pulled away from her lips, the dewdrops on her petal-like lips had an inexplicable charm.

Ye Jia felt her scalp go numb. The rate of her heartbeat had almost surpassed the load her body could bear.

"I like you. You might not know this, but ever since I saw you at the age of sixteen, I liked you. At that time, you were just my brother's secretary, but the moment I saw you, I couldn't help liking you." Lehman bit his lip, afraid that he would be unable to hold back and burst into tears again.

Right now, it was the best time for her. She couldn't give up so easily.