Qu Fulan spent most of the night "persuading" him to change the sachet.
The next day, she was too sore to get up, but he was already up and dressed.
The tall man, after getting dressed, stood gracefully at the foot of the bed, leaned over with one hand on her pillow, looked down at her, the corners of his lips slightly raised, but the words he spoke carried a chill, "Lanlan, you didn't tell me the truth."
Qu Fulan looked up at him like that, without revealing any flaw, "Which one wasn't the truth?"
Was it something she said was too fake, or was he too smart to have seen through it?
"You know, there are some things that if you don't want to say now, I won't ask. I'll just wait until the day you're willing to be honest with me." After saying that, he drew back his hand to leave.
However, Qu Fulan smiled softly, reached out to hook his neck, and pulled him down...
Their lips and tongues intertwined, sweet as dew.
