In the cold wind, a group of eye‑catching handsome men and pretty women stood facing each other on the street. The man's stunning face went pale then dark, his eyes locked on her, burning with rage.
"So that's what you think of me?"
Qin Xi blinked and looked at Him, amused. "Aren't we just friends with benefits? If you're looking for me and it's not for that, what, you wanna sit down and talk about feelings with me?"
Ning Ze snapped, "Of course not!"
Because He was angry, His whole face was taut, the muscles in His cheeks seeming to tremble.
Qin Xi raised an eyebrow. "Not what? Not friends with benefits, or not talking about feelings?"
Looking at that little mouth opening and closing, Ning Ze felt his temper flaring up, and he really wanted to shut it with a kiss.
