Seeing a woman in a white robe walking out of the bathroom, Lin Susha instantly stood up from the bed and sat up.
The softness in her eyes disappeared, and her murderous intent was revealed.
"Who are you" "Who are you" The two asked in unison.
Lin Susha couldn't hold it back and spoke first, "I don't even know Qingqing is my man, who do you think I am?"
Qingqing He Yiru's delicate eyebrows touched together gently.
She is Qing's woman How could Qing like such a fierce and strong woman like her?
"You are the one who is clinging to me, right?"
Don't know why.
The words He Yiru blurted out without thinking made her even startled.
She could actually say such tit-for-tat words, and she still used the tone of the mistress of this house.
She didn't know why.
She seemed to be possessed and almost superstitious, believing that this woman must be stalking Jian Qing, and it was absolutely impossible for Jian Qing to take the initiative to provoke her.
But what she didn't know yet was that her eyes had never been so sharp and pointed as at this moment, as if she was facing her own life-and-death enemy.
Facing the woman opposite who was dressed exactly like Jian Qing, Lin Susha narrowed her eyes.
"Who are you?
How dare you come to teach me a lesson?"
What did she call her Qingqing just now?
Qing Haha, you really know how to do what you like.
Lin Susha sneered in her heart, twitching the corners of her mouth unconsciously, and leaned on the bedside again, as lazy and comfortable as she was on her own bed, her gaze coldly directed at the woman by the wall.
He Yiru looked at her lying so casually on her bed, her brows furrowed deeper, and she regained her previous calmness, speaking lightly but without losing her hardness, "I'm not his, but please don't disturb him in the future." ” Seeing how free and uninhibited she is, she must come here often I don’t know what happened between Qing and her before, but this was the first time she met this woman.
All the stories probably started before I met myself.
Thinking of the moment when he met Jian Qing, He Yiru couldn't help feeling sour in his heart.
Lin Susha patted the soft bed beneath her and said, "Tsk, no one wants to take care of me anymore.
If I don't come, Jian Qing will come out to see me on her own."
"Qing has something to do today.
Please come back to him some other time.
Also, this is my bed.
Please get down."
He Yiru said it politely, but his words were full of hostility.
"Oh, your bed is not bad.
You are really self-aware.
Thank you for telling me that my Master Jian does not sleep on the same bed as you."
Lin Susha retracted her legs, stood upright from the bed, and flipped her legs out in the air.
Flower, long legs standing on the ground without any bend.
He Yiru listened to her words, as if the most evasive part of his heart had been dug away by life, leaving only a hollow wind passing through his heart.
Indeed, Jian Qing does not live in this room.
This is her bed alone.
It's a bed that has never been contaminated by man's body odor.
Just now, the only time she could have further contact with him was extinguished by her own words.
In the eyes of the woman across from her, it must be ridiculous to have such an existence.
She is obviously in love with her, she is already living in his house, and she has reached the last step, but she cannot be his woman after all.
But she could easily say that she was his woman and the one he belonged to
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