A Dry Faggot On A Blazing Fire

"Will all the women who have loved you come to a bad end?" As Hazel spoke, she glanced at something through the rear-view mirror. She saw a Ferrari car was behind them. Needless to say, it must be Leila. She was insane and needed to take some pills.

Men are like sand. If you hold the sand tightly, it will slip from your hand sooner or later. When you can't forcefully hold it in your hand, you will let them lie still. Leila was so suspicious day and night, and wanted to be around Zac all day long. How insecure and unconfident she was!

Hazel really didn't know why Zac married Leila? If it was their so-called first love affair, there was no need to hide it from her?

She sighed in her heart. It seemed that she would never be able to read his mind.

"Melon." He stretched out his hand and touched her head gently. "Don't worry. Even if I betray all women in the world, I will never betray you."