Bo Huan muttered to herself, the smile on her lips growing more bitter.
"All he feels for me is responsibility."
Or maybe it's not just responsibility; there could be some familial affection, but it's definitely not love.
Bo Qing: "..."
Bo Qing listened to Bo Huan's words, his expression a mix of emotions.
"Mm."
Seeing the man only give this one word.
Bo Huan grew a bit irritated, couldn't help but raise her hand and hit the man's chest, speaking unsuccessfully, "Alright, back to the point... Are you sick?"
"Mm..."
"Shit, damn it, can you not just say this one word? It's late at night, and it's hard to find someone to chat with."
"No swearing..."
After saying that, the man lifted his hand and patted Bo Huan's butt. Although it wasn't hard, it still made Bo Huan bristle.
"You... actually dared to touch me..."
Bo Huan couldn't help but raise her hand to rub her own butt, whispering, "Bo Qing, that scumbag, also likes to control me."
"So, men are all no good."
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