Cen Jing held Fiona’s wrist and pressed it firmly against the position of his left atrium. He lowered his chin and tapped Fiona’s forehead with his forehead. His voice was heavy and dumb. Unbearable.”
At this moment, the heart seemed to be pumped out of all oxygen, and its beating rhythm slowed down.
Fiona took a deep breath and spoke slowly, “Cen Tiong, in fact, I have already figured it out.”
Cen Tien interrupted her, “I just ask you, do you want to fall in love with your brother?”
Fiona looked up at him with a serious expression, “Can you listen to my thoughts first?”
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