Seeing that she had given him everything yet he still hadn't left, Qiao Qingqing couldn't help feeling a wave of annoyance.
Did he still have something to say?
Well, spit it out then!
What is the point of just standing there staring at me?
A gust of sea breeze blew by, sweeping a lock of hair from Qiao Qingqing's temple across her face. Uncomfortable, she instinctively reached up to brush it away.
Chapter 115