My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Looking at the exaggeration, I couldn't help but laugh out loud. I couldn't tell why Jordan was mad. I cleared my throat, putting away my smile before I deliberately echoed in all seriousness, "Indeed, if I were the boss, I would give a raise to the person who took those photos-"

Halfway through my sentence, Jordan grabbed my jaw, lifting me up.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Jordan raised his eyebrows and his eyes were cold. "You're really giving your all for Hendrix, aren't you?"

It seemed that this was what he was concerned about. He was unhappy when he saw that I had no bottom line whenever it came to Hendrix.

Grasping the hand grabbing my jaw for a chance to breathe, I rebutted, "Do you even know me? I could even give up my relationship with my brother, so why else should I care?"

gaze you give him and your action around him is like a dog wagging its tail!" "So what if I'm a

movements froze, and the strength in his hands loosened a little. He was stunned at first, then became furious as he exerted his strength. "Arianna, don't act like you know what's good for you!" "Likewise." A pungent smell spread out from my mouth. Trying hard not to feel gag, I swallowed the discomfort in my lower abdomen, the itch

yourself with me." Jordan's face was

but at least I'm honest. What about you? You don't even have the guts to be honest with yourself, hiding in a shady corner like a stinky rat, peeking

tremble in front

one who fell for

me. His back was like a phantom, carrying a strong sense of oppression, but he never answered. No one

people lived, they would be subject to discipline. However, when there was an exception, the relationship between them

him a stinky rat, proving lan's analysis to be accurate. Subconsciously, Jordan put himself lower than me, or he just