After the extra people left, Yu Sheng's shoulders slumped. She took two steps forward, stared at Penelope Yan's exposed neck, and whispered: "If you have other people who are interested, should I just No more chance."
Penelope Yan sneered: "What chance? You were out a long time ago!" She turned her head, her face as cold as ice, and said in a calm voice, "Yu Sheng, I have tolerated you for so long, you won't misunderstand that I have any disgusting feelings for you, right? "The two words she emphasized were like a sharp knife, stabbing the softest part of Yu Sheng's heart.
It hurts, it's difficult to breathe, the brain is deprived of oxygen, the vision goes black, and the ears buzz. This is the feeling of dying.
Yu Sheng bit the tip of his tongue hard, and the stinging pain barely brought him back to his senses.
But the words that followed were more like a boulder, weighing heavily on Yu Sheng's heart, causing her chest to ache.
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