Looking at him silently for a while, Myra couldn't help imagining how he would say something like that to her when he didn't love her anymore.
His face was so beautiful and neat, and his lips were so thin. How cold and thin would he be to the person he didn't like.
She hoped that she would never have to experience such a side of him.
Myra was lost in various fancies and conjectures, and her eyes darkened unconsciously.
Noticing that, Kian reached out his hand and held her slightly cold hand. He said in a gentle and firm tone, "Myra, my love for you is not only passion, but I know why I want you. I'm
ong time, and her expression suddenly relaxed. "Sure enough... I'd better not look for you for help."
Kian was a little surprised, "What? Why?"
"I can rely on myself. Although it's a little troublesome, I think it's fun. If one thing was too easy to do, it would become official business. It was meaningless. Besides, Don only cares about you if I ask for your help. In his eyes, I'm a woman who relies on men to enjoy life. He won't take me seriously. If you break up with me one day, he will only look down upon me. So I should build my own connections."
After saying that, she nodded with self-approval.