Evil Prince, Come Play With Me

“It’s not that I don’t trust you. I believe that you mean everything you say. However, people always change. You are only attracted to me because I’m her replacement and I’m like her.”

“Why would you think that? You’re nobody’s replacement even if you look like her.”

“What will you do if your former lover does show up?”

Feng Qingtian patted her. “Silly girl. I don’t have a former lover, or maybe you’re her, except that neither of us can prove it.”

“You’re only saying that because I’m all you have right now.” Gu Bailu wouldn’t be fooled so easily.

She was sure that he would immediately abandon her when his former lover showed up, even if the latter’s attitude toward him might have changed.

He had chased that woman for nine lives; there had to be something unforgettable between them.

He was only being so nice to Gu Bailu right now because Gu Bailu’s behavior reminded him of her.

But the resemblance didn’t mean that Gu Bailu was her, because there was no evidence.

“I’ll find evidence.” Feng Qingtian was rather helpless about her wariness.

She was exactly like his former lover, who wouldn’t devote herself to anyone easily. But he also knew that she would never regret it as soon as she did.

All he needed to do was wait.

“Until then, I have the right to guard my heart, in case you find your former lover whom you’re deeply in love with.”

“Okay. You can do anything you want, but just don’t talk to other men.”

“Other men don’t have any lovers from their former lives,” Gu Bailu mumbled.

Feng Qingtian pulled her into his arms, and his cold demeanor was belied by the gentleness in his long, narrow eyes. “Lulu, I don’t think I’m an unfaithful man. I trust my gut. You are her, or I wouldn’t love you so deeply. Like you said, a fake is always a fake. My feelings tell me that you aren’t one.”

Gu Bailu had butterflies in her stomach as Feng Qingtian stared at her.

Clinging to his neck, Gu Bailu hid her face in his chest, determined not to let the guy conquer her heart.

It wasn’t the time for her to fall in love with anyone yet.

“I’m sorry...” she said in a low voice, unable to promise him anything.

She knew that he was nice and what he said might be true, but she didn’t feel any love toward him.

She could do anything to repay him except say “I love you.”

“There’s no need to be sorry. I’ll wait for you. It’s fine as long as you’re by my side.”

He had been waiting so long already; he didn’t mind waiting a while longer. He didn’t want to push her.

Gu Bailu bit his chest and said, “I told you everything because I want us to be even. You can choose to not be so nice to me.”

“How will I obtain your heart if I’m not nice to you? I won’t give you to anyone else, even if you never fall in love with me.”

Feng Qingtian’s way of loving a woman was to keep her by his side even if she didn’t like him?

What was love if not possessiveness?

Gu Bailu stuck out her tongue like a cat and licked the part that she just bit. “Does it hurt?”