However, in these eyes—
there was no longer any deep affection.
His gaze was calm, looking at her as if she were just an ordinary friend.
With Bo Shuxian's upbringing, he could patiently wait for her to finish what she wanted to say, even leaving some room for more, but Zhou Zining kept repeating the same few sentences, monotonously and without any novelty.
Indeed, it was her almost obsessive and perverted affection for another man that eventually made Bo Shuxian somewhat disgusted.
"Why aren't you saying anything?"
Zhou Zining tugged at him.
"You have always cared for me the most, even if I got pricked by a needle, you would be distressed for a long time, but look at what happened to me today, I've been... Why aren't you saying anything?"
Bo Shuxian glanced at her hand, "Let go."
Zhou Zining couldn't believe it.
"Your hand," he repeated, ignoring her expression, "let go first."
