Qiao Chuchu: "..."
Pfft!
She really wanted to spit in his face.
Shameless.
When did he ever love her, when did he ever care?
Wishful thinking.
"I don't love you, and I don't care about you," Qiao Chuchu said.
Fu Ziqian had heard this a hundred times before and no longer took it to heart. Anyway, she always said one thing and meant another, he was used to it.
The day this woman stops saying one thing and meaning another, stops pretending, maybe the sun will rise in the west.
"You're a masochist. You like being watched, being controlled, having no privacy at all. That doesn't mean everyone else does. I've gotten used to being free, I like freedom, I like being unrestrained, I don't like being watched and controlled, and I definitely don't like my privacy being invaded," Qiao Chuchu said angrily.
Fu Ziqian looked at her and said blandly, "You think saying all this... can divert my attention?"
"..."
