Dark night, strong wind.
Ye Xuan had his fun in both Leng Qiuge and Liu Ying’s rooms, then returned to his own.
A stumble makes one wise!
Ye Xuan really didn’t want to experience a missed opportunity like the one from a week ago again.
But it’s hard to catch a shadow once it’s gone, and clouds float leisurely through a thousand years.
Since Ye Xuan missed that rare opportunity, let alone Lin Tong throwing herself at him again, he hasn’t even seen a smile from her these days.
Heartbroken, regretful beyond words!
Now, in the dead of night, Ye Xuan could only curl up in his room, holding the bedding that still had Lin Tong’s unique fragrance lingering, longing in vain, a soft sorrow wrapping around his heart.
"At that ti, the dream was only 0.01 milliters away from , and I didn’t cherish it. If the heavens give another chance, I definitely won’t miss it again. If a deadline must be placed on it, I hope it’s... three hours."
Ye Xuan painfully closed his eyes, tears almost falling.
Thinking too much is useless, so to divert his attention, Ye Xuan could only take out his phone, browsing through accounts, seeing the alluring photos of beautiful won, inexplicably irritated again.
It’s tough being a man.
Especially a young man!
At this mont, an unfamiliar call ca through.
Ye Xuan hesitated, then casually pressed the answer button: "Who is this?"
"Who is this?" A man replied with a deep cold laugh from the other side: "Are you Ye Xuan?"
Ye Xuan squinted, the corners of his mouth drawing a wicked curve: "Do I know you?"
"Humph, not yet, but soon, I’ll beco the nightmare in your heart!" The man sneered confidently.
"Beco my nightmare?" Upon hearing this, Ye Xuan chuckled with interest: "Over the years, I’ve only heard that others’ nightmares are , never soone becoming my nightmare."
"There’s always a first ti." The man said coldly: "East Sea East Suburb, I’ll wait for you, if you dare, co over!"
After saying this, the man hung up decisively.
Ye Xuan was stunned, pursed his lips and continued playing on his phone, dismissing the stranger as a lunatic, thinking if Lin Tong might still co to him.
Ye Xuan decided to stay ho waiting, unless Yumo invites him out, refusing to leave at such a ti.
Yet at this mont, Ye Xuan received a text ssage from that stranger.
Upon opening it, Ye Xuan frowned.
"If you don’t co, your photo will be on East Sea’s headlines tomorrow, but photoshopped as a tranny, think it over yourself!"
Seeing this content, Ye Xuan’s lips twitched, anger surging.
I, a stalwart man, cannot accept such humiliation!
"Despicable scoundrel!"
With anger burning in his heart, Ye Xuan got dressed and left.
To prevent history from repeating itself, before leaving, Ye Xuan went to Lin Tong’s door, knocked and cautiously asked: "Honey, are you coming to my room tonight?"
In the darkness, Lin Tong’s voice erged, ashad and angry: "Get lost!"
Ye Xuan closed the door, finally assured to go out and confront the disrespectful scoundrel.
He was keen to see what kind of person dared say such things to him!
East Sea East Suburb.
There’s a green mountain, clear water, and a prominent, elegant Pavilion.
Mild lights illuminated the darkness, and gentle autumn winds swept through the forest. In the dead of night, a chilling sound emanated from the depths of the forest, unsettling anyone who heard it.
Ye Xuan drove his magnificent Maserati to the spot, surveyed, finding no one around.
"A lunatic?"
Muttering in frustration, Ye Xuan took out his phone and dialed the unfamiliar number.
"Sorry, the number you’ve dialed is unreachable, please try again later!"
"Damn!"
Listening to the busy tone, Ye Xuan’s eyebrows furrowed, feeling tricked.
Stood up again?
Whose foolish son is so bored to pull such pranks late at night?
Thinking it over, Ye Xuan sent a text to the person: "May your son be born without an asshole!"
After sending, Ye Xuan turned to head back to his car.
Then unexpectedly.
A chill arose behind him.
"Watch my fierce Tornado Kick!"
Ye Xuan paused, eyebrows sharp, spun leaps, unleashing a ghostly howling Tornado Kick behind.
Bang!
A muffled sound resounded, accompanied by a scream, sending a man’s silhouette flying several ters.
Clearly, Ye Xuan was holding back, or else the kick might’ve been lethal!
"Ugh!"
The man fell, feeling his bones about to crumble, eyes wide as he wanted to speak, yet as soon as opening his mouth, his belly roiled, flipping violently and vomiting.
Miserably wretched.
Before he finished retching, Ye Xuan appeared beside him.
Ye Xuan gave him a once-over, seeing a handso guy not inferior to Wang Shaoyang, around thirty, lacking Wang Shaoyang’s effeminate air but more masculine, in terms of looks alone, such a man would indeed be more popular among won than Wang Shaoyang.
Instantly, Ye Xuan’s temper flared.
Glaring, Ye Xuan grabbed the man.
Slap!
Resounding slap echoed.
Along with Ye Xuan’s angry voice: "Beco my nightmare, huh? You think?"
Slap!
Another slap resonated.
Ye Xuan cursed: "Pictured as a tranny, huh? Show your Photoshop skills!"
Slap!
"Playing sneak attacks on , huh? Know how to spell ’death’?"
Slap!
"Face more handso than mine, huh? Want to ruin it?"
Slap!
"You made it hard to find reasons to hit you, you deserve it!"
Slap!
"Made feel unreasonable, deserve death!"
Slap!
Repeatedly, in re minutes, the man who hadn’t spoken from appearing till now ended up covered in bruises, resembling a pig-headed person.
Ye Xuan surveyed this sight, satisfied, then casually tossed the man to the ground, leisurely lit a cigarette.
"Hiss!"
Ye Xuan inhaled deeply the cheap smoke, puffing out intense smoke, dispersed in the air, appearing loneso as snow.
After indulging in several inhales, Ye Xuan finally asked: "Now you can talk. Who are you? Why the boredom seeking a beating?"
Pig-headed man’s teeth gritted, stared at Ye Xuan, eyes almost blazing: "Damn Ye Xuan, I am Leng Qiufeng, Leng Qiuge’s elder brother, by blood!"
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