C72 Is There Still Tomorrow

"Girl, sometimes I really hate not being able to strangle you." His face was buried on her shoulder, like a child who was angry with her, "But, I can't bear to..."

Even if she found a man to anger him, he still could not bear to do so.

She hugged his head and caressed his thick black hair. "Do you know who the girl is?"

"The girl is Wen Qianxun, and Wen Qianxun is the girl