When it hadn't reached that point, truly, she said it hadn't, so it hadn't. Even if he took ten thousand steps forward, it still couldn't compare to her lifting a single toe.
The man forcibly tore his gaze away from her. He didn't say anything, and after putting one hand in his pocket, he turned and walked out.
Some things really can't be thought about; the more you think, the deeper it gets, and the deeper it gets, the more you think about it. This endless entanglement can drive you insane. Mo Nanjue always thought he was cold-blooded, so why did this situation heat him up to the peak of a volcano?
And yet, she's just such a wooden woman.
Why did he have to choose such a woman?!
The man was shrouded in gloom, and as he walked out of the ward with a cold, handsome face, a few young nurses who wanted to take a closer look quickly avoided him. Given his demeanor, he seemed ready to hit someone at the slightest provocation.
