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Qin Jing didn’t feel touched by Wen Bo’s so-called confession—far from it. His entire body broke out in goosebumps.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

How could he not? Just moments ago, this man had been holding hands with his sister, yet now he was professing his love for him. Even knowing this was his “online soulmate,” it didn’t make the situation any less revolting.

Gritting his teeth, Qin Jing’s fists audibly tightened, the knuckles cracking under the strain.

Wen Bo, undeterred, turned to Qin Xiaoyu. “I’m sorry, Xiaoyu, but… you didn’t really care whether I liked you or not, right? You just wanted to be my girlfriend. So I let myself… love someone else.”