Anyway, the more I thought about it, the angrier I beca.
But, no matter how furious I was, I couldn’t find a way to vent it with Di Mingzhe acting like this. It felt like punching cotton, an incredibly frustrating and exasperating feeling!
If he wasn’t responding, how could I make the first move?
If he yelled at , perhaps I would blurt out everything in anger, but he wasn’t yelling!
So what can I say?
Can I tell him ’Brother, are you doing this because you like ? Or you think I’m cheap and you can bully as you please? You can kiss and sleep with as you wish?
What do you take for?
Should I voice these out?
Perhaps I shouldn’t, or maybe I was just too scared. Because at this mont, even after I had kicked him twice, he was still as calm as ever.
I’m afraid if I asked, he would dismiss just like he did in the past, telling ’Di Xiaxia, you’re overthinking.’
’Di Xiaxia, I don’t like you.’
But why did I want to ask these questions? Why did I want to know the answers, to know what Di Mingzhe was really thinking?
All of a sudden, Di Xiaxia felt lost, extrely lost.
As she looked at Di Mingzhe’s calm face, gazing into his seductive deep black eyes, she slowly lowered her eyelids. With her anger having found no outlet, she calmly said, "If you think you are right, that’s your perspective, not mine. But I don’t think you are. Please, step aside and don’t block my way. I want to go ho."
Saying that, she shrugged off Di Mingzhe’s hand and reached for the door handle.
Di Mingzhe quickly grabbed her hand which was on the handle, his voice now sounding not so calm, "Di Xiaxia, are you disobeying ? You’re leaving for ho in the middle of the night? Dressed like that, how can you go ho? You were fine just now, why suddenly throw a tantrum? Just tell if I did sothing wrong. Is throwing a tantrum really helpful?"
As he spoke, his hand still held her small one on the door handle tightly.
Feeling frustrated, Di Xiaxia couldn’t help but glare at him, screaming, "What did you do right? You did nothing right!"
At her words, Di Mingzhe’s hand, which was on hers, seed to tremble slightly.
His eyes, sowhat surprised, gaped at her helplessly, falling silent.
Di Xiaxia was almost driven crazy by his silence and grew increasingly impatient. In her hurry, she broke free from his grip, flung open the door, and hobbled outside.
Caught off guard, Di Mingzhe was not able to respond in ti, and by the ti he did, Di Xiaxia had already hopped out barefoot.
"Xiaxia!" Crying her na, Di Mingzhe ran after her, also barefoot.
Although Di Xiaxia couldn’t use her feet properly, her hopping was defter than a rabbit’s, bounding straight towards the stairwell.
"Di Xiaxia, stop!"
Di Mingzhe shouted anxiously, reaching out to grab her. But she shrugged him off and continued hobbling away.
Despite this, Di Xiaxia still couldn’t outrun him and was quickly caught.
Struggling, Di Xiaxia resorted to punching him, "Let go, let go!"
Di Mingzhe was about to lose his patience, holding her punching hand and asking sowhat angrily, "Di Xiaxia, exactly what has got into you?"
His question utterly infuriated Di Xiaxia – her eyes grew redder in an instant, glaring at him, "Yes, I am going crazy! I must have been insane to share a bed with you, and pretend it’s nothing! I must have been insane not to resist when you kissed !
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