"You are really strange..." Xia Fei turned her head dizzyly and almost touched Han Yijiang's face. She suddenly smiled and said, "Why do you have to know who that person is? What does it have to do with you?"
Han Yijiang looked at her blurred eyes, red face, red tender lips, and a kind of drunken beauty. He remembered the girl who stood in the snow six years ago and laughed while shedding tears. He suddenly raised his eyebrows and said with a sneer, "I just want to know. See if the unfortunate thing has anything to do with us?"
Xia Fei sneered, turned her head, and sighed heavily. Looking at the blurry rain outside the French window, she said faintly, "Han Yijiang... you are really cruel. In your world, in your overbearing world, am I not even qualified to like a person?"
Han Yijiang didn't say a word, but his hands suddenly tightened in her belly, making her back close to his chest. His handsome chin was almost leaning on her shoulder...