Mo Hexuan lit a cigarette and leaned against the headboard, slowly smoking.
Qin Youxue huddled in the blanket, her pale back covered with starry specks, extending downwards, particularly mesmerizing and eye-catching.
Her body twitched intermittently, still crying, her short hair trembling with her movements, like grass beaten by frost, looking pitifully vulnerable.
Mo Hexuan exhaled a mouthful of smoke and said indifferently, "Break up with Jian Yang tomorrow."
Qin Youxue's trembling body froze, she slowly turned around, helplessly said, "No…"
She didn't want to break up with Jian Yang; she truly liked him, they even planned to go to France to continue their studies after graduation.
Mo Hexuan didn't expect her to refuse, he almost laughed out of anger: "You really plan to be with my cousin? You think you are worthy?"
Upon hearing this, Qin Youxue's face gradually turned pale.
