"Do you know what I like most about you?" Penelope Yan suddenly asked, and Yu Sheng was stunned by the word "like" before he could even figure out what she meant.
She widened her eyes and looked at Penelope Yan in disbelief. Her lips wriggled slightly. Thousands of words came to her mouth, but she couldn't say a single word.
Just as Yu Sheng's brain was running wildly, trying to organize a few words, Penelope Yan smiled and said briskly and casually: "Pain, despair."
She stretched out her hand and touched Yu Sheng's cheek tenderly. Her smile was bright, but the words she spoke were like the venom of a snake and scorpion, exuding a dangerous aura that could bite the throat with blood: "The more painful and struggling this face is, the happier I am." "
The fingertips snaked down, across the chest, to the belly, and circled back and forth around the tattoo through the clothes.
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