Wan Donglin was exasperated. But what could one do with a woman who seed to have lost her senses?
This was clearly a case of misplaced anger.
He was truly caught in the crossfire.
How was he to know beforehand that Huang Xiaojue would show up at the door? Though, if he had known beforehand, he definitely would have stayed.
He just held her, coaxing softly, "Don’t cry, don’t cry. It’s not a big deal."
"Isn’t it just a breakup? In a lifeti, who doesn’t break up seven or eight tis? Even ten or more tis is nothing..."
What did he an, ’ten or more tis is nothing’?
"I’ve broken up with beauties dozens of tis. If I cried like you every ti, I probably wouldn’t have survived this long..."
She pushed him away, grabbed a pillow, and threw it at him. "Go away! Just go! Who asked you to stay here? Damn you!"
He didn’t have ti to dodge and was hit squarely by the pillow.
"Hey, Miss, you’re the one who owes a al. Why are you turning the tables and blaming ?"
"Go away! Stop bothering , okay? You’re so annoying!"
She picked up another pillow, ready to throw it at him. He gave a bitter smile and turned to leave.
She put down the pillow and had just started to breathe a sigh of relief when he suddenly rushed over, grabbed her, and stared intently at her.
She was so shocked she couldn’t speak. My God, what’s this brute going to do?
He stared at her intently, furiously, "Yan Xixi, you’d better be more polite to ! I’m not your punching bag. If you want to break up, then break up. Make it clean and decisive, understand? If there’s a next ti, watch out. I won’t be so polite!"
Her mouth fell open in shock. Overpowered by his intensity, she didn’t dare to resist.
In sumr, clothes were thin, and her skirt offered little protection.
His gaze moved from her face, slowly sliding down to that expanse of smooth, jade-like skin. Once he looked, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. It was so incredibly smooth.
Skin like congealed fat—this was the living embodint of the phrase.
His mind raced, his desires stirred.
At first, his gaze had been unintentional, but now it lingered deliberately—an uncontrollable thrill coursed through him.
He couldn’t bear it anymore. A thought scread wildly in his mind: I love you. I love you so, so much.
If we don’t love each other now, we’ll only grow old.
Especially when the mory of that particular taste resurfaced—she had always been so quiet, so pliant, bringing him imasurable pleasure. None of the won he had ever known could compare.
In the beginning, there were no emotional factors, just pure sensual enjoynt. Even so, ripples had slowly spread from the depths of his heart. In truth, after that first instance of extre pleasure, a ’covetous thought’ had taken root. It was like the newest, most beautiful scroll, waiting for him to personally paint it with the most vivid colors.
It was from that mont that the thought first surfaced—for her, with that exquisitely soft and beautiful body, to bear his child.
The only thing missing between them was a child.
If that child had been saved back then, they certainly wouldn’t have wasted so many years.
Only a child was the most intimate bond that could tie them together...
It was strange. On countless nights, he had thought of that child countless tis, wondering about its little face, wondering if it would look exactly like her, if it would be exceptionally beautiful.
If it had been like that before, how much more so now!
Now, they were a genuine couple—they had a foundation of love—at least, that’s what he believed.
For the first ti, because he loved a woman, he felt an extrely strong desire to be responsible. Like an impetuous young man, he suddenly lost control.
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