"Phew!"
In the hotel room, Zhao Dong let out a long breath. Only now did his muddled mind finally gain a moment of peace.
Beside him, Chen Yingluo was already rolling around on the bed and howling in grief, mourning the love that had only just sprouted before dying on the spot.
This time, she wasn't just talking nonsense—she was speaking from the heart.
She was actually quite a pretty girl. It was just that she usually lacked any proper decorum, and wasn't the sort of quiet, well-behaved girl or artsy young lady boys at this age liked most, so she had never had many admirers.
"Zhao Dong, do you think I still have a chance?!"
"Let this girl who fell from the sky utterly crush the childhood sweetheart!"
Chen Yingluo buried her face in the pillow and said in a muffled voice.
"Mm..."
"I suggest you just go to sleep. In your dreams, you might have a chance to pull off that utter crushing."
Zhao Dong snarked, unable to tell whether Chen Yingluo was joking or had been so overwhelmed by the shock that she was becoming a little mentally deranged.
Anyway, he felt that he himself was already losing his mind.
Forget it. He was tired. Let it all be destroyed.
"Ahhh! Why can't lovers in this world end up together?!"
Chen Yingluo raised a question from the depths of her soul.
"Has it occurred to you that they're a match made in Heaven? What's it got to do with a monster like you?!"
After some deep consideration, Jiang Xin offered a fair remark at that moment.
"Wuwuwu!"
"I refuse to accept this! How could there possibly be a girl that pretty? I don't believe it! It's fake, it has to be fake! Zhao Dong, tell me, your