Li Qiyu's heart harbored a scornful cold laugh, Bo Yeyuan gave her to his younger brother? How shameful and ridiculous.
She laughed angrily and provocatively, lying on the bed and staring at Bo Yexun, "Won't you introduce me? This man who's more handsome than you is your younger brother?"
Bo Yeyuan was ignited by fiery anger!
They look alike, and she says Bo Yexun is more handsome than her?
"He seems to be a bit taller than you…"
Li Qiyu felt as if she was being watched by a wolf in the darkness all night long.
Barely opening her eyes, she saw a stiff figure sitting on the chair by her bed, Bo Yeyuan's hair was a mess, dark circles under his eyes, his complexion ghastly as a ghost, leaning on the chair, asleep.
Li Qiyu turned over, and on the chair on the other side sat another figure, Bo Yexun was almost sliding off the chair, sleeping soundly, clutching a bouquet of Bulgarian red roses.