Song Yi's hands hung in the air, afraid to touch anything, it hurt wherever she touched.
He gently pulled her over, her mind was still briefly blank.
She felt she was hallucinating from the pain.
He, did he agree?
Song Yi felt her mind was stuffed with cotton, her thoughts were blocked.
Did she... really manage to get this rogue old man?
The sky was dark, the car was also dim, so the car light was on.
The dim light cast on his face, spreading a thick, ambiguous tenderness, his peach blossom eyes enchanting.
He said: "I live to seek the experience of living, the day I feel what I seek dims to obscurity, I feel life has no meaning."
"I'm not excellent, people in the world, when you look closely, everyone's dirty, no one is bearable to watch."
Tang Si's eyelashes quivered slightly: "So, there's one more chance for you, do you still want me to be your boyfriend?"
"Think carefully."
Song Yi didn't need to think at all, stared at him: "I want..."
