"Honey," Li Qianrui's full babyface flushed pink, becoming increasingly hazy with his kisses, "don't you like Su Zhishui? So why are you kissing me right after seeing her? Is this how you show your affection?"
"Heh," the man chuckled low and husky from his throat, his delicate straps sliding off her snowy shoulders, "have you never thought that I wanted to kiss her but couldn't, so I had to kiss you instead, huh?"
His words really stabbed at her heart like a knife, yet he couldn't bear to see Su Zhishui's eyes redden slightly. Was this the difference between love and lack thereof?
"Honey, listen to something for me."
Li Qianrui fished out her phone and then played a recording from it.
It was a conversation between her and Su Zhishui in a bar, where Su Zhishui spoke with pride about the call he had made to her...
