As soon as her words fell, a warm, large hand suddenly crossed around her waist, pulling her slim waist tightly against him, and the man's scorching breath could be heard by her ear.
"It doesn't matter who he is, as long as you're still willing to stay by my side, I don't mind being your lover."
"..."
Qiao Chengxun, where is your dignity?
"Meimei, I love you."
"I have a psychological issue."
Wen Meimei reminded him.
Qiao Chengxun didn't take it seriously, "Tomorrow's headlines will paint me as a scumbag, and then a portion of people will come and curse me. That way, I can help you shift the attention of your haters, and together we can attract negativity."
Upon hearing this, Wen Meimei raised an eyebrow and turned to face him.
Wu Ling's eyes were fixed on the man's deep ones, remaining silent for a long time.
Qiao Chengxun felt somewhat uncomfortable under her gaze, "What's wrong?"
"Has your brain gone bad?"
