Her gaze remained fixated obsessively on Ou Jue.
Looking at the boy’s handso face, Xia Shiyi felt both nervous and expectant.
But in the next instant, the boy in front of her suddenly raised his arm and slamd it hard against the sharp corner of the coffee table.
In a split second, blood poured out.
Xia Shiyi froze mid-motion, her skirt halfway off. She stared at the scene in disbelief.
What was he doing?!
Consciousness and sensation slowly returned through the pain as Ou Jue stood up and coldly lifted his gaze.
The main light in the living room had been turned off by Xia Shiyi to set the mood, leaving only a warm, orange-hued floor lamp glowing softly.
Ou Jue sat on the sofa with a sense of chilly aloofness, his figure seemingly engulfed by the shadows layered behind him.
Blood continued to drip from his arm. His expression remained blank as he glanced at it, as if immune to pain, resembling a bloodthirsty demon erging from Hell.
Xia Shiyi’s body trembled uncontrollably, frozen in place.
Ou Jue stood up. The buttons of his white shirt had already been undone by Xia Shiyi, revealing glimpses of his toned abs.
Yet his strikingly handso face remained aristocratic and restrained.
Drip.
Blood trickled down his arm continuously.
Ou Jue’s icy gaze darkened, and the corner of his lips curved into a dangerous and terrifying smile.
His voice was chillingly cold, "Did you think such cheap tricks would actually work?"
Xia Shiyi froze in shock.
How could this be? He would rather injure his arm like this to regain clarity than touch her?
Was she truly so unattractive?!
That was a double dose of the drug—how was this even possible!!!
Tears began to well up in Xia Shiyi’s eyes.
Ou Jue suddenly raised his hand and forcefully grabbed a fistful of her hair.
"Ah—" Xia Shiyi cried out in pain, tears instantly streaming down her face.
With his face grim, Ou Jue showed no trace of gentleness or pity. He pulled her by her hair and strode out of the suite.
Xia Shiyi stumbled after him, wincing in pain, "No, don’t—please don’t kick out, Young Master Ou..."
As the door swung open, Ou Jue unceremoniously threw her outside!
Imdiately after, Xia Shiyi’s shoes were kicked out as well.
"Take your trash and get lost!"
Bam—
The door slamd shut. Xia Shiyi, with her skirt partially undone, covered her chest awkwardly. Standing in place, staring at the tightly closed door, she began to sob.
The mont the door slamd shut, Ou Jue could no longer maintain his earlier self-restraint.
He raced into the shower, turning the water temperature to its coldest setting.
Cold water stread down, soaking both Ou Jue’s clothes and his body.
His jet-black hair clung ssily to his face, water droplets accentuating his exquisite facial features.
Ou Jue pressed both hands against the wall, his forehead resting on damp strands of hair near his brow.
Lowering his head, he allowed the icy water to pour over him.
The desire that exceeded his control made his fists involuntarily clench against the wall.
In his mind, the image of that fool’s smiling face floated unbidden.
...Damn it, it felt even hotter.
-
"Two people walking side by side, creating an eternal love, always wanting to smile beside you..."
The phone in the living room began playing its ringtone.
Ou Jue’s ringtone was always the phone’s default setting—except for one person, for whom he had assigned a special tone to distinguish them.
That ant the caller was...
His gaze deepened slightly, and Ou Jue, still soaking wet, stepped out hurriedly.
His white shirt was thoroughly drenched, clinging tightly to his chest—a sight that exuded undeniable allure.
Just monts ago, Xia Shiyi had hidden his phone. Ou Jue followed the sound to locate it.
His movents carried a subtle urgency.
Back in the country.
Xiyan had just finished gym class and run three thousand ters, entirely worn out.
She bought an ice cream from the supermarket to cool down, eating while speaking indistinctly, "Hello? Whew... Let tell you, I nearly died of exhaustion just now—I just finished a three-kiloter run and haven’t caught my breath, but I had to call you first!"
Her voice carried the tone of a child seeking praise.
The person on the other end didn’t speak, but there was a faint sound of a belt being undone...
What the hell?
Xiyan looked at the caller ID in confusion. It was indeed Ou Jue’s number.
"Ou Jue?"
"Mm..." A low voice ca from the other end, seemingly in response to her.
Xiyan blinked, "What’s wrong? Are you okay?"
"Say my na again." His voice was hoarse beyond recognition.
"Huh?" Xiyan froze for a mont before obediently calling out, her soft voice innocent, "Ou Jue."
What was going on with him?
It felt strange.
Splat.
The end of her ice cream lted slightly, dripping onto Xiyan’s hand.
"Ah!" Xiyan exclaid softly, quickly taking another bite of the ice cream.
The sound of her nibbling on food echoed softly.
From the other side of the call ca a muffled groan.
Still clueless, Xiyan furrowed her brows in confusion, "You’re really okay? Are you sick?"
His voice sounded pained.
Ou Jue steadied his disordered breathing, his gaze slowly regaining its usual indifference, "I’m fine."
"What’re you doing?"
"..." Ou Jue paused briefly, "I’ll call you back later."
What the heck.
Xiyan was completely baffled—this guy was behaving way too strangely today!
-
Ou Jue did not tell Xiyan about this incident. Long-distance relationships inherently carried insecurity, and he didn’t want that little fool to overthink.
A few days later, Xiyan won the finals of her school’s spokesperson selection competition, and the short film would begin shooting in the coming days.
This was a great start for re-entering the entertainnt industry.
That evening after school, Xiyan followed her routine and headed to the hospital to visit her mother.
While waiting for the elevator, several boys nearby were excitedly discussing sothing.
"Did you guys see the headline news? Xia Shiyi’s been exposed in a scandal! Late at night at a five-star hotel in Los Angeles, secretly eting a mysterious man!"
"Damn, damn, show quick—I need to know which pig ssed with my goddess!!"
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