The carriage was filled with her fragrance.
It smelled wonderful.
Once, because she had sat in his car, he didn't open the windows for several days.
Afraid that her scent would be blown away by the wind.
Because to him, she was so distant, proud, and untouchable.
Or one could even say she was sacred.
Yet at this moment, with a passionate stance that he dared not even dream about, she uttered a line more brutal than cutting his flesh with a knife.
That single sentence seemed to stomp him like an ant, crushing him underfoot.
Just one sentence thoroughly shattered his dignity.
Qin Yi was dazed for a second, then he came to his senses and, like a jolt of electricity, suddenly pushed Nangong Zhongli away from him.
Nangong Zhongli was thrown back to her seat, glaring at him angrily with a hint of confusion, and she cursed, "Qin Yi, are you even a man?"
