Ye Junyan's dark eyes suddenly tightened, his gaze cold and fierce, as if he had been punched hard, his internal organs aching.
The moment before, he was wondering if she was forced, but this sentence was like icy water, directly dousing his hope.
He took a step forward, closing in on her, a mocking smile on his lips, "Shen Zhimei, why are you so cheap?"
His tone was low and slow, every word uttered through clenched teeth.
Shen Zhimei's face still held a faint smile, hearing his words, there wasn't even a ripple, "Jun Yan, Nan Ze will wake up, whether it's a year or ten, I will wait."
"So, don't come looking for me again."
Ye Junyan sneered, suppressing the stabbing pain in his heart, continued to press in, raising his hand to grip her arm, "In your dreams!"
Shen Zhimei was still holding a cup of water, and his strength was great, in the struggle the boiling water in the cup spilled out, barely splashing onto the back of her hand, burning painfully.
