After a comfortable night’s sleep, her stomach didn’t hurt much the next day. Ye sang took a day off from school with her teacher, so she wasn’t in a hurry to go to school. She snuck into the living room to find something to eat, but early in the morning, she saw her boyfriend sitting cross-legged on the sofa playing video games.

  She was speechless

  How should she put it.

  Her feelings must be indescribably complicated.

  Before this, Duan Jinyan’s image in ye Sang’s eyes had always been that of a cold and unpredictable psychopath. In the end, after spending so many days together, she had no choice but to admit it.

  All of this was a problem of filtering.

  This guy was just a slut who would say a few nasty words from time to time.