It's too late for me to love you

as leng kuang's kiss landed, chu qing's face turned even colder.

She unconsciously clenched her fists, her eyes filled with anger and hatred.

"Pa!" Chu Qing waved her hand and slapped Leng Kuang's face. "What are you doing?"

She took two steps back and subconsciously put some distance between them. She wanted to get as far away from him as possible. Her eyes were filled with caution. One of her hands was still on the gun at her waist, while the other was still in Leng Kuang's grip.

If not for that, she would have left long ago.

Chu Qing gave up struggling and glared at Leng Kuang. "Let go!"

this series of actions was like a sharp blade, cutting into leng kuang's heart.

ah Qing, I miss you so much, Yingluo. he didn't let go, and his expression was a little pained and gentle. also, I want to tell you that I love you, ah Qing.