The man’s gaze was like a sharp blade that could cut through iron, wrapped in ice shards, too sharp and chilling for anyone to et directly.
Jian Liangtong’s heart felt clenched in her palm at this mont, tightening so much that she could hardly breathe.
"Miss Jian, please." Seeing Jian Liangtong not moving, Chen Zhenglin quickly glanced at the man sitting on the sofa, squinting and smiling warmly at Jian Liangtong once again.
"..." Jian Liangtong felt unable to breathe, her face pale, and said to Chen Zhenglin, "Director Chen, I need to go to the restroom."
After speaking, without waiting for Chen Zhenglin to respond, Jian Liangtong turned and quickly walked out of the office.
Chen Zhenglin was stunned for a mont and looked at the man on the sofa.
But as soon as his gaze shifted, his eye corner was sharply cut by a gust of fierce wind.
Chen Zhenglin’s face involuntarily twitched, and when he focused his gaze, the man on the sofa was nowhere to be seen.
Jian Liangtong didn’t go to the restroom but directly left the studio.
Not far from the studio, in the long alley turning off the street.
Jian Liangtong clutched her weakly beating heart, her eyes tightly shut, struggling to breathe.
Suddenly.
A dark shadow suddenly cast overhead, like the black wings of the grim reaper, fluttering with a chilling cold wind.
Jian Liangtong’s weakly drooping lashes quivered tightly, her hand hanging at her side suddenly gripping the hem of her skirt, blue veins prominently visible on her fair-skinned hand.
Jian Liangtong closed her eyes in self-deception, as if keeping them shut would let her avoid facing everything, avoid facing him.
The mighty wings of death gradually enveloped her trembling body.
His unique scent, like blooming poppies, brazenly perated every expanding pore of her skin.
The rhythm of his slow breathing was still like she rembered it, strands like symbols etched in her body, rushing into her.
Jian Liangtong’s long, thick, black lashes fluttered like a butterfly’s wings battered by a storm, just like her heart at this mont.
"Now, you won’t even look at ?"
"..." Jian Liangtong’s heart felt like it had been pounded fiercely with fists of raindrops, so painful she bent slightly forward.
Jian Liangtong slowly opened her tightly shut lashes, her head bowed, opening her eyes, and the first thing she saw were the man’s overly long legs.
Jian Liangtong swallowed, lifted her head, her almond eyes instinctively avoiding when they t the man’s deep, cold eyes.
"Going to the restroom?" Huo Shaojun’s gaze steadily fixed on Jian Liangtong’s unnaturally pale, beautiful face, his voice hoarse as he asked.
Jian Liangtong’s lashes trembled at the tip, her lips pressed tight, gathering all her courage just to speak to him as if nothing happened, "I couldn’t find the restroom in the studio."
In other words.
Since she couldn’t find the restroom in the studio, she ca outside to look for it.
Huo Shaojun’s face was hard, his gaze on Jian Liangtong like X-ray with penetrating intensity, "So it’s not because you saw and got scared, that’s why you ran away?"
"..." His bluntness left Jian Liangtong blushing, her almond eyes flashing a few tis, her chin slightly turning to one side, she gathered her breath to say, "Why should I fear you? Why should I run away after seeing you?"
Huo Shaojun sneered, "Indeed, a heartless woman like you probably wouldn’t feel sorry or ashad towards people."
"..." Jian Liangtong’s heart suddenly clenched, her eyes slightly red as she looked at him, "Heartless? Yes, I’m heartless. But at least toward you, I have nothing to be ashad of."
The voice with which Jian Liangtong spoke was very soft, yet it still revealed a tremor.
"Nothing to be ashad of, huh!" Huo Shaojun’s deep and dignified face flashed with nacing intent, his large hand suddenly seized Jian Liangtong’s slender wrist, pressing her helplessly struggling palm against his chest, "Jian Liangtong, do you want to dig this out to show you?"
Four years, over a thousand days and nights.
Each day she was absent, his heart would split open, like the mottled bloodstains left by a sharp blade.
Whenever he thought of her.
His heart ached a thousandfold!
Is this what she ans by having nothing to be ashad of with him?!
Jian Liangtong’s palm trembled fiercely, her thin shoulders shrinking back in fear, "Let go..."
"No way!" Huo Shaojun pinched her chin, his broad chest fiercely pressing forward, his cold eyes flaring with dark fire, fiercely staring at Jian Liangtong’s abruptly frightened and trembling gaze, "Jian Liangtong, you appeared in front of yourself, so from now on, whatever I do to you, you can only endure it! Want to let go of you, that’s impossible!"
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