“Miss, may I have this dance?” At first, I would say, “I’m sorry, I’m not feeling well.” “Where does it hurt? Shall I take you to see a doctor?” “No need, just a stomachache, I’ll be fine after resting.” Then, “Sorry, I’ve got a stomachache, I’ll be fine after eating something.” Finally, “I haven’t eaten enough, I don’t have the energy to dance with you!” Bluntly, I continued to pick at my food, happily scooping seven scoops of ice cream. Oh ho ho~ Hmm? Why isn’t this one working? This trick should be foolproof. I decided to see who this divine being was…
“PIA!” The plate fell to the ground, “Xiaoxia, is it really you?” I was dumbfounded… “Brother Yixiao.” He instructed someone to clean up the shards, then pulled me outside.
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In the dead of night, I returned to my room, pitch black, but I knew Qi Yufeng was there. I approached him. After a while, my eyes adjusted, and I saw Qi Yufeng sitting on the sofa with empty wine bottles on the coffee table. I knew he was angry; his fierce, glowing eyes told me so. He suddenly pinned me down, venting his frustration through biting and tearing, leaving me with the stench of alcohol and blood. “Liu Yixia, be honest with me, how many other men are there?” I said nothing, quietly nestling into his embrace, curling up, waiting for his anger to subside. I rarely behaved so obediently because at that moment, I really needed him, a tranquil harbor. “That was my brother, Yang Yixiao.” Qi Yufeng also quieted down, stiffly lowering his head to kiss my forehead gently, then carried me to bed, holding me close all night.
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