C143 Don't You like Me

"I. . . " Zhao Chanqiu's hand sank into the blanket. "I just. . . "

He hated himself for not being able to control himself, but his heart was filled with joy. That kind of heart that wanted to be broken and wanted to lay the cards on the table was like a needle stabbing into the softest piece of flesh on his heart. However, it didn't always hurt. There was also an itch