Lin Qiao was petrified. She tugged awkwardly at the quilt and opened her mouth, "Tingfan, didn't we agree on three years?"
Their "enemy" relationship, although many parts of the story had changed, she vaguely knew that there were always people replacing others in the storyline.
Just like he was supposed to break his leg, she pushed him away, and she took it for him.
If she truly agreed to him, new things would happen afterward; if it's good, then it's fine, but if bad, she couldn't bear it, and he's probably unable to bear it too.
Thinking of this, her mind became a tangled mess.
Headache.
"I never thought of separation, three years doesn't count."
Song Tingfan's long arm wrapped around her, sensing her stiffness, he didn't know why his sister-in-law always had some resistance to him, clearly, he could tell she...
He pressed his lips and said seriously, "Is it that you don't trust me?"
