C1716 Wealthy Marriage 1643

Ye Bo stirred the coffee in his cup, "Don't think about what won't happen."

She looked at him. "You're very much like him, in temperament." His tone paused for a moment. "Do you still love Qiu Bai?"

"Yes." The answer was straightforward.

Soong Mengjie curled her lips, the peach-red lipstick very smooth against her skin. "I also love Ye Nianmo."

He looked at her, and she looked back at him