In the living room:
Lu Qing...
Bo Huan's cherry lips pursed, mulling over these two words, the corners of her lips tugged involuntarily.
Speaking of which... it's quite amusing.
Bo Qing's two identities.
To be precise, his original identity...
Lu Qing.
I actually slept with him.
Clearly, I had always yearned to sleep with Bo Qing.
Bo Huan clenched her small hands, looking at Bo Qing's handsome face, the two slap marks were still very clear.
I really couldn't bring myself to slap him again.
But resentment still welled up inside me, especially when those words Lu Qing were mentioned.
Bo Huan curled her lips, then suddenly stepped forward and bit the man's neck.
Bo Qing: "..."
Bo Huan bit hard, showing no leniency at all.
Bo Qing didn't resist at all, knowing Bo Huan was angry, he directly used his big hand to stroke Bo Huan's back, soothing her anger.
Bo Qing understood that the little girl was holding onto her anger.
