"Wrong. My habits won't change." Just as I've gotten used to you, it's hard to change. Of course, Qiao Junlie didn't say this last sentence. He's afraid such a blunt confession would be useless, countless ironclad facts have proven this.
Being direct is completely unreliable, this woman insists he has to curve around and take strong medicine.
After seeing Zi Ruoxi's disappointed expression, Qiao Junlie gave an evil smile. He casually picked up a long pen from the table and held it at the corner of his sexy mouth, swaying it from side to side occasionally, displaying a wanton and uninhibited demeanor, his eyes roving over her body without restraint.
"...I said I never lend money, but I didn't say I wouldn't give it!" Qiao Junlie squinted his eyes, smiling wickedly.
This statement left Zi Ruoxi at a loss. She doesn't want this, truly. In his eyes, she saw thoughts mixed with too many impurities again. Why hasn't he given up on her yet?
