President Hunting Love is too fierce

Mo Fengya frowned: "Is this asking me to teach a piece of wood? It's too boring, you should let go and enjoy it. If you can't enjoy happiness in doing this kind of thing, then what's the point?"

Ye Chuqing, who was known as wood, was extremely helpless, no wonder Purgatory said he was picky.

It's not enough to just lie down on your own, and he still needs to be emotional. People who grew up in foreign countries are open-minded, and this kind of thing is not taken seriously at all.

Just doing this kind of thing with someone you don't love, can you really put aside morality and indulge in happiness?

It's fine if you're not awake, but in this sober state, she feels awkward and awkward no matter what. [

"Forget it, oriental women are troublesome. They always imprison themselves. The body and the heart are inseparable. The only one who suffers is myself."

Ye Chuqing was taken aback for a moment, seeing the casual expression on his face, she suddenly understood.

This man is actually the most ruthless, because he doesn't care about anything at all, and nothing can enter his heart.

So he can manipulate and play with others at will.

"If you suffer, you will suffer. At least it proves that I am still a normal person. If I don't care about anything, then what's the point of living?"

Even if it makes people suffer because she cares, she is unwilling to be a heartless person. This is her principle and belief.

Mo Fengya's expression changed, and his breathing stopped suddenly.

After a while, he closed his eyes slightly, as if caught in some heavy memory, and exhaled coldly like a raving:

"You can say this because you have never tasted the feeling of being completely betrayed."

Ye Chuqing's heart skipped a beat as she watched him close his eyes under the light.

A fragile expression suddenly appeared on that resolute face, so frail and fragile, it was as sad as a dream.

Her heartstrings were slightly shaken, and there was a sudden pain in her chest.

"You..." She couldn't help stretching out her hand to hold his face.

Mo Fengya suddenly opened his eyes with sarcasm, as if the fragility just now had never existed.

"Are you sympathizing with me? You are so deceitful."

He held her wrist, pushed her down easily, and then lowered his head to kiss her.

Ye Chuqing was furious, this man was pretending, she was an idiot, yes, such a perverted big shot, how could he be vulnerable.

She would sympathize with him only in a daze, bastard man. .

"But I allow you to care about me occasionally." [