Bang! The spray of blood and the severed head, just before crashing into the exquisitely decorated wall, were wrapped up by True Yuan.
Wearing a fitted suit, her figure impossibly firm and shapely, the stunning movie queen Song Weiyin stood at the bathroom door without looking back, her eyes cold as she said, "Gong Ziyi, I think you should understand, no matter how many people you kill for me, I won't be moved."
Hearing this, Gong Ziyi, who was gently wiping his hands with a handkerchief, smiled and said, "I don't care. I love you. No one can hurt you. That's a man's bottom line, and it's what I truly think inside. As for whether you'll be moved, whether you'll fall in love with me because of it, that honestly isn't something I factor into my decisions."
"You're wasting your time. I will absolutely not develop feelings for you because of this." Song Weiyin, in her tailored little suit, pushed the door open and went into the bathroom.
