Damn it, get out!” With an angry arm, objects on the desk were swept away like a wild wind, creating a clattering sound from Lei Tianyi’s study.
At this moment, Qi suddenly realized something was wrong, looking up in shock, “Could it be…”
Lei Tianyi looked at his devastated study, feeling frustrated. What right did that woman have to make him lose control again, to still affect his emotions after leaving? His tightly clenched fist made crackling sounds, swiftly striking the snow-white wall, fresh red blood flowing on the white wall.
His deep, dark eyes glanced at the wastepaper basket, and he collapsed onto the dark green marble floor. The crumpled white paper in the basket ruthlessly accused him of his fear. Yes, he was afraid of himself, who had remembered her current address. He laughed self-mockingly.
Initially, when Xia Xuaner left, he became even colder, unwilling to accept his special feelings for her, which had resulted in her departure. And now? There was pain, heart-wrenching pain.
Would his girl also feel pain? Or had she already forgotten? Where was she living now? “No” He was going crazy, all because of a girl who wanted to escape from him.
No, he didn’t want to think about her anymore. To forget the pain she gave him, he hadn’t stepped out of his study for a month. He quickly entered the bedroom to tidy up his state.
Tonight, he would go wild at PUP, proving that women were just playthings, easily discarded.
Slowly opening his eyes, his head still dizzy and not fully awake, his beautiful face slightly pale, his black long hair messily tied back. An oversized cartoon pajama covered his body.
Leng Youlan shook her dizzy head, the corner of her mouth lifting in self-mockery, softly murmuring, “It seems not everyone can be lazy. I am destined to suffer!”
Standing up and walking into the kitchen, the refrigerator was empty. The food she had swept from the supermarket when first moving in had long disappeared. Leng Youlan carefully searched before finally finding a bowl of instant noodles under the counter. Having slept for two days, she naturally hadn’t eaten. If her stomach hadn’t been growling in protest, she might still be having tea with the dream god.
