C1225 She Is the Trump Card

"You just want me to be good …" Her little face turned back, her eyes staring blankly ahead, repeating it lightly, and then murmuring the second half of her sentence, "Just like … Is your pet the same as yours? "

She felt disappointed and amused: his tolerance for her was like affection, but not love.

"What nonsense?" He scolded lightly, his expression turning ugly