Leng Zimo watched her coldly, his voice icy.
"I’m giving you one minute!"
The blanket was tossed aside, and the chill of the spring night assailed Luo Xiaoqian, sobering her clouded mind slightly.
What was she doing!
She hastily pulled off her T-shirt, trying to get out of bed, but as soon as she did, her legs weakened and gave out.
Leng Zimo frowned, bent down, reached out, and yanked her up from the floor by her arm.
"You little brat, you’re forcing my hand!"
He was never a casual man and always kept his distance from won. Not holding her accountable and letting her leave like this was already out of character for him.
And yet she had the nerve to stay put, refusing to leave. Then she better not be afraid if he stopped being polite!
In her brief mont of lucidity, Luo Xiaoqian’s legs wobbled helplessly; she instinctively reached out and grabbed his shirt, collapsing into his arms.
"My legs, I can’t stand..."
Her expression was very off.
Recalling Annie’s recent presence, Leng Zimo’s gaze quickly swept the surroundings, landing on the bottle of mineral water she had carelessly placed on the table.
With his acuity, he naturally made the connection between these events.
"You drank water, dammit!" he cursed under his breath.
It wasn’t clear whether he was cursing Annie or this little girl who had appeared in his room, or perhaps he was annoyed with himself for feeling a hint of pity for this Little Thing.
Grabbing her hand, he dragged her into the bathroom with long strides, dropped her carelessly on the floor, turned the shower to the cold setting, and switched it on.
The ice-cold water imdiately sprayed out, dousing her.
Suddenly stimulated by the cold water, Luo Xiaoqian instinctively curled up into a ball.
"No, please no, it’s so cold!"
Leng Zimo ignored her, relentlessly spraying her with the cold water. It seed cruel, but he was doing it for her own good; he just wanted the cold water to sober her up.
Then, he would make her leave, this infuriating brat; he didn’t want to see her ever again.
"Cold!"
Luo Xiaoqian huddled in the corner ford by two walls, her body nearly shivering into a ball.
She looked so frail, her damp clothes clinging to her body, pitiful.
Seeing her calm down sowhat, Leng Zimo turned off the cold water and casually threw a bath towel over her.
"Now, you can get lost!"
"Get lost, get lost!" Luo Xiaoqian suddenly looked up at him, "I’m a person, what right do you have to tell to get lost? So what if you’re famous and rich? I hate you arrogant n the most, always acting so high and mighty... No scandals, no interest in won, bullshit. As for , you’re a damn GA|Y..."
Humiliation, cold, grievance...
All sorts of emotions mixed together, she didn’t even know where she found the courage to roar at this king of hell like a little lion.
Ever since the night she left Lu Hao’s room, the resentnt and anger in her heart had been suppressed. She’d been gritting her teeth, focused solely on finding a way to beco famous and get her revenge.
Now, in front of Leng Zimo, she couldn’t contain herself anymore and erupted completely.
Was this girl challenging his patience?
Hearing the word "GA|Y," Leng Zimo completely lost his temper, reached out and grabbed Luo Xiaoqian’s shoulders, pulling her up from the floor and pushing her against the wall of the bathroom. His fingers clenched her chin like iron tongs, and through gritted teeth, he spoke deliberately.
"Say it again!"
"GA|Y, GA|Y, GA|Y!" Luo Xiaoqian fearlessly looked up at him, "Hmph, in my opinion, not only are you a GA|Y, but you’re also a..."
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