What he truly cared about was whether she had ever genuinely liked someone before? Whether she had been with other men?
If she hadn't been reborn into this body, if he wasn't her tool to aid sleep, would she still care about him?
There were many things he couldn't ponder on too deeply. Once he did, he realized, this woman had no heart at all.
Out of every ten sentences, maybe nine were false.
Ming Yao didn't see the man's complex and profound eyes as she yawned, "I'm sleepy, I'm going to bed, ha."
She peeled off the coat he was wearing and ran into the bedroom, hugging it.
Gu Siting, "..."
Indeed, a heartless Little Swindler!
Gu Siting had no desire to sleep. Tonight, too many things had stimulated him, giving him a surreal feeling of being in a dream.
Little Snowball was still alive.
The woman he had once despised had essentially changed her core.
He wasn't unfamiliar with great turmoil, but such bizarre incidents were still a first for him.