C58 The love history of the drinker

When I asked her who the man was, she changed her expression and grabbed my hand with force, her fingernails digging into my arm. There was no Zhou Ling, and my body was extremely weak.

Her expression changed even faster than it had changed. She had looked as if she wanted to kill someone, but now she revealed a smile and said, "I just don't want to talk about that man, that heartless man