Ye Xiao didn't have time to respond; the man holding her kissed her lips, silencing all her replies.
Qiao Si gently kissed the girl in his arms, holding her tightly, savoring her sweet taste.
Ye Xiao gradually surrendered to his tender kiss.
The next morning, when Qiao Si opened his eyes, there was no one beside him, just a note on the bedside table.
"Baby, I'm going to Nan City to dig my own grave. Be good, okay?"
Qiao Si looked at the wild and uninhibited handwriting. She actually ran off on the second day after their engagement.
Furious, Qiao Si picked up his phone to call the heartless girl.
But the phone on the other side alerted that it was turned off. It seemed she anticipated his call and deliberately turned off her phone.
